My Best Friend Harley Quinn

Three

"You double crossed me." Harley holds the gun up to my head. I'm kneeling in front of her, my body screams.

"No Harley, they're messing with you. I would never give you up, you know that." I plead. I'm crying enough that my chest hurts.

"I don't believe you anymore." She puts her finger on the trigger.

"I love you Harley, no matter what." I close my eyes and hear the trigger.

***

I wake up wet with sweat. I throw myself out of the bed and begin to heave into a garbage bag. My body is in complete pain and as I heave a red liquid comes out of my mouth.

"Shit." Is the only word I can force out of my mouth. I force my self to stand up off of my knees. I fumble back to my bed and lay down. My body calms down slowly. I breath softly again and look around. The room is very dull looking and has no windows. The lights are now off and the room is pitch black, save for the light coming from under the door. 

I have never been afraid of the dark, but right now?

I'm terrified. 

I feel as though I can not move. I try to roll over but fear overtakes me. My heart begins to race again and I begin to sweat as I bring the blankets closer. My body feels paralyzed as I lay in the darkness, waiting, waiting to wake up back home or waiting to wake up strapped to a chair.

A sudden noise at the door makes me stop breathing. It opens slowly and I watch as two shadows walk in. The lights turn on and I close my eyes. After sometime I open them to see Rick Flag and a bald older man with round glasses.

"Zoey Hinter?" The older man says. I sit up slightly and look at them both. Rick looks away slightly and I look down. I am in white, well it was white, t-shirt covered in blood stains. My jeans are torn and have blood stains on them as well. I feel something sticky and warm on my face and wipe at it. There is blood on my chin from throwing up.

"I'm not as bad as I look." I try to laugh but it just hurts. The doctor comes close to me and removes the blankets. He checks my vitals and shakes his head.

This seems to be going well. 

He checks on my cuts and winces, a frown forming on his already sad face. He examines my eyes and reflexes. He finishes up and looks at me.

"Okay,I haven't had a yearly check up, but I can't be that bad." I try to make things light again. He shakes his head. I guess he doesn't find me funny. What an asshole.

"Rick, we need to take her to the Emergency Care Center. They can fix her." The man moves out of the room.

"Hopefully, Waller wants her ready tonight." Rick states. I cock my head to the side.

"Why?" I ask.

"I don't know." Rick crosses his arms and points his head to the door. "You ready?"

I nod my head and get out of bed. I walk slowly and allow myself to be calm. I breath.

This has gotten worse in the past 5 minutes. I feel like I am at death's door.

So what if I am? Neither the Joker nor ARGUS could hurt me then. I smile and laugh slightly. rick leads me down stairs and hallways once more as we come to the Emergency Care Center. When I worked for ARGUS, only the dying or almost dead people came here, prisoners and guards and soldiers alike. 

As we approach the doors I can see inside. A horde of doctors and nurses are coming towards the door.

"Shit." I say once more. The horde comes out of the doors and grabs me. I feel myself forced onto a bed and wheeled inside. Something is injected into my arm and I feel my self become woozy instantly. I'm wheeled into a room and I see masked doctors around me.

"Jesus Christ." One of them exclaims as they take off my clothing. 

"What kind of sick fuck would do this?" A male doctor replies. 

"Her body is scarred. Look at these cuts, some are infected." The first doctor replies, a female I believe. 

I feel myself becoming very tired and the blackness surrounds me.

***

"Zoey!" Harley screams as I shoot the Joker in the face. A comical grin is plastered on my face as I do it. A warm fuzzy feeling enters my body as I feel his blood against me.

"I killed the Clown Prince of crime." I sing loudly. The Joker's body slumps to the ground and I race my gun to Harley, who is running towards me from the right.

"You killed my puddin!" She screams.

"Shut the hell up Harley. He got what he deserved." I sneer.

"Zoey, what have you become?" Harley asks, a look of pure fear across her face. I smile as I pull the trigger.

"Exactly what you became."

***

I wake up in a white room. I hear machine beeping and soft music is playing. I look around and notice that I am not alone. Waller sits in very decent looking clothing, almost as if she had date. I look at her and sit up. My IV tugs slightly but I don't feel any other pain.

"You look better." Waller speaks.

"So do you." I respond.

"Dinner with a friend. A person willing to protect us."

"Us?" I scoff.

"You and I are both wanted by the Joker and by other villains around the globe."

I roll my eyes.

"How soon can I get out of here?" I ask.

"Now." Waller says. I shrug and pull my IV. My hospital gown is open but luckily I am covered. Waller gets up and gives me clothes. A pair black boots, grey pants and a black shirt, she also hands me undergarments.

"Thanks." I nod and get my clothes on quickly. I look to her with a smile once I am dressed.

"You still look remarkably okay." Waller states and stares at me as if I was a laboratory rat.

"Must be my inability to die." I joke. Waller narrows her eyes before motioning me to follow her. We walk out the door and to my surprise find us standing in front of a very rich and popular man.

"Mr Wayne, this is Zoey Hinter, Harleen Quinzel's best friend." Waller introduces me. Bruce Wayne nods and looks to Waller.

"You didn't say she was pretty."

"Believe me, this is a surface job, you should've seen me before the Joker got a hold of me." I smile and wink.

Shit, that was bad, I tried to flirt and used my torture as a pickup line.

"I understand you went through a lot of trauma." Bruce says.

"You have no idea." A laugh escapes my throat. Waller rolls her eyes.

"Let's go." She says and soon the three of us are moving. We walk silently out of the ECC and to an elevator. We walk aboard and soon we are going upwards. Bruce stands next to me. I look at his long coat and then the stubble on his chin. He looks tired.

"You should sleep at night. Or during the day I suppose." I state and look away. I hear Waller let out a breath of laughter. 

"I try Ms. Hinter." Bruce keeps his face stern but I can see he's not happy that I know.

Whatever Batman.

The elevator dings and soon we are on the ground level. I see a Wayne chopper ahead and we move towards it. We climb aboard and I relax a bit. 

Soon we are flying to Gotham City. Waller sits in front of me and Bruce to the left of me. I look out the window and breath. The sun begins to rise in the East. I look to Waller who is looking out the window as well.

I look to Bruce who is looking down at a file in his hand.

I look back outside and wonder what kind of mess I have put myself into.