The jesters little sister

Prolouge

2 Years ago

Today I'm going to my sisters work. It's very rare that she will let me come so this is very exciting! My sister Harleen and I are very close. She has helped me through ups and down in my life and encouraged me to do what I'm passionate about.

Usually after school I just head back to the apartment and wait for her to come home. Harls never lets me go to the asylum because she says it's "too dangerous." Anyway, after school i was at the asylum with Harls doing my homework and (don't tell Harls) exploring.

I was going down the halls looking for Harleen when I heard a loud *BANG!* I've seen enough movies and read enough books to know when you hear a loud bang it's usually not good. I hurried down the seeming endless hallway back to my sisters office.

I trip through the door of the office, all the while hearing more bangs and now screams. I was terrified as I forcefully shut the door of the office. I hurriedly scanned the room for a place to hide. I hoped that Harleen was ok and not in trouble.

She was acting very weird last night and muttering under her breath about her latest patient. She was starting to scare me because she was just walking around the apartment muttering things like "should I? I mean it's not it will ruin your future or anything, like I probably should, well he needs my help". After the comment about someone, I'm assuming her patient, needing her she rushed out the door in a hurry.

She came back looking satisfied and brought some big bulky thing when she thought I was asleep on the couch. She was very peppy going into work today. Anyway, I hear footsteps outside the door. I hope it's Harleen, I thought nervously. Suddenly the door slides open and harleen slides in, quickly closing the door behind her.

" Thank god you're ok! " I whisper-shouted and bear hugged Harls.

" Same with you! I was so worried that something happened to you! There was a breakout....and....." She started but was cut off by us hearing loud talking and footsteps outside the door. Harleen ushers me under the desk so I wouldn't be seen, but before she could hide, the door was burst open with a loud *BANG!*

I was so terrified of being seen, but I peeked out a little bit so I could see what was going on. I had to cover my mouth so no one would hear my sobs. Harleen was being dragged away, kicking and screaming, by two tough looking guys wearing ridiculous masks and holding guns. She gave me a quick gesture before being taken away as if to say don't move, you're safer here.

After the door slammed shut I slowly started to creep out of my hiding place under the desk. Me being the 12 year old I am I decided to find out where they were taking my sister. I opened the door of  the office slowly, to make sure it didn't creak. The hallway was a disaster zone. I kept my eyes up and in front of me as I followed the weird costume people, thinking the they would lead me to Harleen.

We entered an area that harls told me that I wasn't allowed in and I observed my new surroundings. I saw something that looks like an operating table with straps, as if to hold someone down. Then I saw why Harls didn't want me in here. I saw the electric rods that they used for electroshock therapy sitting on a wheeled cart looking thing next the table.

I hid in a corner behind some equipment when they brought in Harleen stilt trying to get the weird costume people off of her. They shoved her down on the operating table and were trying to strap her down. You see, the key word there is trying. She was kicking and screaming at them to get off of her. But she went still when we all heard that signature insane laugh.

" Ha, ha, ha, ha... What do we have here? "

It was her newest patient that she was obsessed with! That Joker guy! He shined a light down in her face, and I squeaked out a small sob. Heads turned in my direction. Suddenly I felt two people, most likely costume people, grab my arms and haul me up and out to where people could see me. Harleen looks over at me, terrified and upset.

" You should have listened to me Katie. You should have stayed back where you were safe. " She mutters.

" And who might you be darling? " the Joker asked me. I was paralyzed with fear. There was a pause before I answered.

" Katie. "

" Katie......" He pressed for a last name. I didn't;t want to give anything away that I was related to Harleen, because then I could be used as leverage and i din't want to do that to either of us.

But instead I blurt out, " Quinzel! Katie Quinzel! Great, happy now?! " Next thing I know there is a cold, hard barrel of a gun pressed on my head. I start to cry even harder.

" Quinzel, huh. I'm guessing that you are related to my little Harley Quinn here? Do you like it? Harley Quinn, I mean. It's a play on words, you see. She's my little Harlequin doll. " He said giddily. I just stared in horror.

Harleen finally spoke up saying, " What are you gonna do, you gonna kill me Mr. J? " Mr. J? Really? Thats the best she could come up with?

He glanced at me before responding, " Oh, I'm not gonna kill ya, I'm jus gonna hurt ya. really, really bad. " He waves the electroshock sticks around her temples. I'm full on sobbing now. The realization hit me that  was about to see my older sister and best friend practically get a mind wipe.

" You think so? Well I can take it. " Why Harleen?! Don't you know what he is going to do to you?

" Please don't hurt her...Please.....No don't! " I say as he sticks a belt in her mouth to bite down on. Then he does it. he places the electroshock sticks onto her temples. There is no worse torture than seeing your closest family member being hurt and not knowing if they will remember you.

The weird costume people start to drag me out of the room and outside to the lobby. They drop their hold on me as they make a run for it because the police have showed up. I sink down to the floor, crying my eyes out.

" Hey kid, its ok, its ok. " This one cop leans down and tries to comfort me but it doesn't work. Soon I run out of tears to cry.

" What's your name sweetie? " says the cop that was trying to help me earlier.

" K-k-katie. Katie Quinzel....."

" What are you doing here Katie? "

" My sister works he-he-here. " I choke out, thinking of Harleen laying unconscious on the operating table. " She's back there. " I say as I point to the room that we just came from. Everything from there is a blur. Car rides, questions, more, and more, and more questions.

I think of Harls to cheer myself up. They figured out that she will live. I just think of the old times where we would have random dance parties to total geek out sessions. I miss her and she's not even gone yet....