Amnesiac

4

I screamed. The flashback was too much for me right now. "Jack?"

"Mel? Are you alright?" Jack held my shoulders and his blue eyes filled with sincere worry penetrated past my skin and got into my head. Tears started running down my face.

"You sicko..." I gulped. He looked at me with confusion. I looked at my wrist and noticed the fading J. My sorrow soon turned to fury. I got up and looked through some of the metal drawers and found a knife.

"Put down the knife, Melanie," Jack cautioned.

"You used me," I slashed at him. He dodged. "You abused me," another dodge. "You tried to make me a toy," dodge "A puppet," dodge "A pawn," dodge "You ruined my life!" I shouted he didn't dodge this time. I slashed open Jack's hand and dropped the knife. My eyes started to water as I looked around aimlessly for a first aid kit.

"This is why I always liked you, Mel," Jack pinned me against the wall again. "You care too much about me to ever lose me. No matter how much you want to hate me, you can't."

"Your hand..." Blood was running down his wrist and it stained the wall. When he removed his hand, there was a dripping handprint. I found the first aid kit and started to stitch up his wound. Once I was all done, I simply walked away.

"You're not just going to leave, are you?" Jack asked.

"I am," I sighed. The only noise you could hear was my boots clicking against the floor. I turned around to ask him one final question. "Why do I call you Jack?" He chuckled and walked up to me.

"You thought calling me 'Mister J' was beneath you. You just came up with it one day, and it stuck. I like it," Jack cornered me against the wall and the door swung wide open. Jack kept his eyes on me but my head jerked to see Harley standing in the doorway, covered in flurries. Her eyes were filled with rage. She charged at me with full force, hitting me in the shin with her bat. I fell to the ground and was sure something was broken. I winced in pain and let the tears roll down my face. Jack growled and smacked Harley across the room. My eyes slowly started to close and the last thing I heard was Jack's fit of anger.

"Mister J? That sounds a bit odd, don'tcha think?" I pondered.

"It's what everyone calls me. You better do it too," he growled.

"What about Jack?" I asked, awaiting his approval. "Y'know, to show the more human side of you. So I can look at you and know that you're not the bad guy everyone says you are," I sighed.

"I...suppose. But only you can call me that, Dollface," he teased.

"Just like you're the only one who can call me Dollface," I chuckled.

"Puddin! I'm back!" Harley sang, walking through the door. She paused as she saw us talking. "Well, what's going on here?" she asked. You could hear the worry in her voice.

"Just having a conversation with the new girl," Jack replied.

"New girl?" She asked in confirmation. Her voice had bits of anger in it.

"Yes. Melanie here will be staying with us for a little while, Harley."

"But why? Can that scrawny, little, chicken boned, goodie two shoes even do anything?" she asked in a fit of anger.

"Why don't I just show you what I can do, Miss Harlequin," I sassed.

"It's Harley Quinn," she corrected in a venomous tone.

"I know," I smirked. I did a flip flop to get over to where Harley was standing, knocked her bat out of her hand, and knocked her off of her feet, making her fall on the hard, cold floor. I slapped her lightly in the face with the bat and threw it onto her stomach when I was done. Jack laughed as he helped Harley up. "I'm gonna be in my room, Jack. I'll be out for dinner," I waved and walked up to my door. "Hey, Harlequin, I have my own plaque," I bragged and went into my room. I could hear Harley's growl from the other side of the door.

"Puddin, why don't I have a plaque?"

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Hello, lovelies! 

This chapter is in revision for mobile cause of the weird italics glitch thing that's happening with my phone. Don't worry! All of the words are the same (except this A/N) just the format will be different. Same with chapter three 

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