SUICIDE SQUAD //ONESHOTS {REQUESTS OPEN}

Mental. ((Harley Quinn x Reader))

WARNINGS: MENTAL ISSUES AND ABUSIVE THEMES

NOTES: Wow, was this fun to write! It's short, though. I think that I'm going to do a Captain Boomerang one next, so if you have any suggestions for that, comment away! Enjoy this Harley one shot!

They locked you up. They called you psycho and locked you up. The voices. Why wouldn't they stop? Why wouldn't they leave you alone. You just wanted to be alone.

Of course, you weren't alone. Besides the voices in your head, you had a cellmate. A girl who called herself Harley Quinn. She said that she heard voices too, and you quickly befriended her.

You liked being with her. She was bubbly and comforting, unlike the soldiers. They would call you stupid, or completely nuts. And they would hit you. Harley tried to protect you, but it always ended badly.

~Flashback~

"Move it, you useless psychopath." A guard growled to you. You glared at him as you walked past. Why did they treat you this way?

"Leave her alone..." Harley muttered under her breath. The guard laughed sarcastically as he shoved her after you. Harley stumbled and fell to her already scraped knees.

You rushed over to her, helping her up. You were mad now. Harley must have known what you were thinking. She rested a hand on your shoulder and guided you away from the guard.

"Crazy weirdo..." the guard muttered. Harley whipped around and marched right up to him.

"Do NOT EVER call her that again." She screeched. The guard raised his hand and slapped her.

You screamed as blood ran down her face. Harley attempted to kick the guard, but you held her back.

"Come on, Harls." You said, "It's not worth it."

You helped her up. Harley shot one last glare at the guard before wrapping an arm around you, and walking away.

~End Flashback~

Yep. Harley was yours, and you were Harley's. You loved her. And you hoped she did the same.

Sometimes, you would read with her in the cage. They would give you a pile of books and some drinks. Harley always went for the romance novels, bit you were more into the adventure types.

At night, you would cuddle with her. She was somehow comforting. You never wanted to leave her. She was home to you.