Their Little Princess (Joker&Harley Daughter Fanfiction)

My Personal Hell

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Trixy POV

Arkham Asylum...
             That is his brilliant plan on turning me normal! I've heard rumors of that place, how they don't help you at all and you end up crazier then you were before. Yeah, I am not looking forward to this.
            Currently I'm in the backseat of B-mans, or should I say Bruce's, limo. Yeah he told me who he is, which wasn't the smartest thing for him to do because I hate him but whatever.
              The car stops in front of this rundown looking place.

             I sigh as I step out of the car and face my new home. I was not very happy with this decision. Not. One. Bit.
       Actually this makes me hate him even more than before. I don't need this! There has to be somewhere else I can go! But once Bruce makes up his mind, that's it. He is one stubborn little bitch.
     "Trixy I know you don't like this but it's the only way you can get better. Trust me, I own this place and I will make sure you get the best care. Now let's go they're expecting us." Bruce says as he starts to walk to the buildings entrance.
       God I hate you! I thought as I followed him into the building. As soon as I entered I was greeted with the strong stench of rust and salt. Blood. Oh this is gonna be fun! I think as I take a look around.
        This place looks worse on the inside! I think as I look at the room. The walls are old and in the corners you can see the wall paper peeling off. There are scratch marks covering one part of the wall. On the other part you could see stains covering that whole side.
      "What a place you got here." I whisper to Bruce.
        "Shut up ." He whispered back.
         "Ah you must be Trixy!"
I turn around to find a lady with a lab coat standing in the door way. She has long brown hair with dull green eyes framed by glasses. She seemed really short probably 5'2! She was the smallest person here because Bruce is about 6'3 and I'm 5'9!
        "Who else would I fuckin be?" I muttered under my breath. It seems that Bruce heard me because he elbowed me in the ribs. This only caused me to grunt in pain because they were still healing from the fall I had at school.
        Bruce looked at me with guilt but then turned to the girl at the door.
        "Hello Alexa it's good to see you again. I assume everything is going well with the asylum?" Bruce asks.
"It's going well! Now shall we get you settled in Trixy?" Alexa asked looking at me with a dry smile. I look at her closely to see that she looks very stiff. Her shoulders looked up tight and her legs looked too straight. Something's up I think as Bruce steps forward to talk to Alexa.
        "I want her on the bottom level with the nicest room available. She is to get the best treatment you have and is to be treated with the most absolute care. If I hear that you miss treat her then you will have hell to pay for that do you understand me?" He asks Alexa.
Alexa nods and turns to me with her body as stiff as a board. She smiles at me but when I look at her eyes they hold fear and something else I couldn't quite make out.
"I'll take her to her room now Mr. Wayne. If you could follow me please Trixy." She says as she motions to the door. I start to walk over when I realized that Bruce wasn't following. I turn around to see him heading for the front door.
"Bruce, where are you going?" I ask in a little bit of fear. I may hate him but at least I know him, I don't know this lady or anyone else in this building. I would feel much better if he walked with me to my room.
"I'm sorry Trixy but I have a very important meeting to go to. I'm already late for it so I have to go now, but I know you'll be in great hands. Alexa is the manager of the asylum and she will take care of you. I'll visit when I can bye Trixy." And with that Bruce walks out the door.
The second the door closes something hits me hard on the back of my head. As I fall to the ground the last thing I see is Alexa standing over me with a bat in her hand. Then everything goes black.

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As I opened my eyes I look around the room they put me in. I can't see much because it's very poorly lit but I could faintly make out the outline of a machine next to me.
"Hello!? Anyone there?! Where am I?!" I yell out. I try to stand up but I can't move my arms or legs. I look down to find them strapped down by leather straps. I pull against them as hard as I could but it wouldn't budge. Dear lord what is going on?! I think.
As if she heard my thoughts Alexa walks in with four men with padding on behind her. They must be bodyguards I think as I look them over.
"Look whose finally awake? Little Trixy!" Alexa says as she walks over to where I'm strapped.
"What the hell are you doing?! Where am I?!" I scream at her.
"Shut up you little brat! And if you don't I'll make you shut up myself!" She screams as she takes the same bat from before and hits me in the stomach. I could hear each rib being re broken and even some new ones brake.
I heard it before I felt it. But when I did I didn't flinch I just smiled up at her. I laughed when I saw the confusion on her face. This made my ribs hurt more but I didn't care! It was funny to know that she thought that would break me.
          "Why aren't you in pain?" She asked in frustration. I guess this has never happened before. Well new things happen everyday right?
"I have been tortured my entire life, it will take a lot more then hitting with a bat to hurt me!" I laughed at her.
           "Well then I'll just have to break you," she says as she walks over to turn the machine on.
         "Oh you silly woman you can't break what's already been broken," I giggle at her as I look at her from my place on the table.
         "We will see about that," she says as she finally gets the machine on. She walks around to were my head is and smiles down at me.
           "Don't worry this will only hurt a lot." With that she presses the rods against my head. I felt the electricity running through my brain frying it. But this is pain that I have become accustomed to. This was something that was in my daily routine.
        All I did was look up at her, look her dead in the eye, and laugh. She looks down at me in disbelief and confusion.  Then I said,
                      "Let the games begin!"

Hello my readers I'm sorry that this took so long I was in a little bit of a writers block. But here it is even though it is trash! Thank you for reading my story!
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