Sucker For Pain ✔

Chapter 3

(JOKER's POV)

What's taking her so long? I hear the door opening, quickly the guards take me and put me into a straight jacket. But I fight back this time, "would you just cooperate?" The man says, making me laugh.
"You cooperate." I laugh even harder, but agree to go into the jacket after wards.

The guards are taking me down the blue painted hallways, then into the interview room. Harley is standing in the corner, holding a black vertical bag.
"The gun." I whisper under my breath. She actually did it, I thought she'd bail.

She quickly turns around, with the bag. "I got searched while carrying this thing down here." She says, making me smile. Why is she helping me?

"Did they find out it was a weapon?" I ask.

"No, the guy at the store made it to where there's a weapon on top and supplies on the bottom. Also know as hidden case. Look at it, they said it is a very strong weapon." She places the bag onto the desk.

Why would she help someone like me, I don't understand.

"Only if I could open it." I tilt my head to the right, looking over to my straight jacket.

"Oh!" She quickly runs behind me, un-tying the straight jacket.

"Good girl.." I say, as she releases my arms from the jacket. Time to open this baby. Quickly, I tear the paper apart not giving a damn about the mess I've just created.

"An kalashnikov ak 47? How did you get this?" I smile wide.

"A girl-" I cut her off.

"Ivy." I scoff, while loading the bullets into the weapon. "Now, let's get the hell out of here." I say while laughing.

(HARLEY's POV)

"Let's get out of here." He says then grabs my arm, holding the weapon in his left arm.
Slowly he opens the door, and shoots the people guarding the door.

They're dead.

One of the guards hits my head, and I hear the Joker call my name. "Harl-"

- - -

Waking up I find myself laying on a medical table.
The joker slowly walks over then shines the light above me at my face.

"Time for you to be crazy too." He smiles, causing me to get scared.

"You wouldn't-" he places a leather belt in my mouth, "shhhhhh..." He tightens the belt.

"I'm not gonna kill ya, I'm just gonna hurt ya, really really bad." He smiles much wider than before.

. . .

I wake up once more, at a place... Very hot.
"Get up." He grabs me.

As I'm standing up, and looking down ; I see huge towers of chemicals boiling.

"Question.. Would you die for me?" He looks me deep in the eye.

Thinking it over for a second.. Yes, I would die for you. I would do anything for you, Puddins.

"Yes." I say.

He looks up, "that's to easy.. Would you.. Would you live for me? ... Hmm?"

"Yes." I say once more.

"Careful. Do not say this oath thoughtlessly." He places his hand over mouth. "Desire becomes surrender, surrender becomes power." Slowly, he places his finger on lips.

"Do you want this?" He asks.

"I do."

"Say it, say it, say it. Pretty pretty pretty pretty pretty."

"Please." My voice cracks a little, and he awes a bit.

"Good."

I slowly walk over to the ledge, then turned around facing him. Slowly, I lift my arms and fall.

Will you save me? My heart pounds as I fall into the acid.