Harley and me (Book 1)

Chapter 1

"I just can't believe I let you do that, Harley," I say, bustling out of the kitchen. She actually killed another cop! She's been in a right state since we tried to rescue Joker and got caught and I wasn't looking after her properly obviously and police are looking for her too, not to go to prison, but back to Arkham asylum. I used to live there actually, when she was a psychiatrist, she used to sit and listen to me, she was my favorite doctor and probably because of my age I was her favorite patient, until she was assigned to the clown himself: Joker. When she turned insane, Joker and Harley came back for me because Harley was apparently missing me and felt bad because I was a kid. However there was an incident in Jokers club and the police came and Harley helped me escape and let herself and Joker go to prison. And somehow me and Harley get her out, but got caught trying to get Joker back and we quickly had to abandon him before we were captured as well.

Harley was leaning against the wall and giggling. I shake my head at her and smirk.
"Oh, Harley!" I chuckled. But the laughs didn't last long, Harley was listening closely to something. Closely. She started sobbing and fell against the wall slowly, putting her knees up to her chest and burying her beautiful head in her tattooed knees. I knew it was the voices again. The mean awful non-exsistent voices that tell her things she doesn't want to hear inside that bitter and twisted mind of hers. I ran to our bedroom and got her duvet. I gently moved her away from the wall and wrapped her up in her duvet.
"Come on, Harls," I say gently. I help her up and walked her into the living room and sat her on the sofa. I sat next to her and stroked her hair. "Shall we talked about what happened this time?"
"I need to get puddin out of jail, or he's going to fall in love with someone else in the prison," She sighed. "They told me that he loves someone else just a little bit more than me,"
"Whos they? The voices?" I ask.
She nodded, still crying her eyes out. I have to deal with this stuff all the time. Most the time it's about Joker.
"Oh, Harley. of course he doesn't love someone else. he chose you, silly! Your the very best, even he'll tell you that I'm sure of it. Ok?"
"Ok," She said rubbing her eyes, smearing her mascara even more round her eyes.
"I love you so much, Harley Quinn! I hope you know that," I say assuringly. I kisssed her on the head and let her lay down in the sofa, on my lap. I played with a strand of the red side of her hair until she was asleep.
I must have fell asleep at some point, Harley must have woken up too, I was on the sofa with Harley's duvet over me. I got up to go find her and as I walked past the mirror I noticed something on my cheek, it was red. I looked in the mirror and it was a lipstick mark, which Harley insists is the only mark that should ever be left on me, despite everything. Then it starts. I forgot to mention that I'm just as crazy as Harley, I see her. I don't want to say her name so I'll just call her Miss. She was my favorite teacher at my school before I was taken to Arkham. We were illegally close and she was my best friend, my absolute world. She was standing there with her beautiful brown hair and ocean blue eyes, her pear shaped figure and her lanyard around her neck, the very same lanyard she gave to me on her last day, I looked down at my neck where it hung, I most of the time keep it on since the moment she gave it to me. I look back up and she still stood there, her arms open for me. I screamed in excitement calling her name in that lispy voice I used to put on mostly just for her and ran up to her, she bent down to hug me and spin me round, and I was about to jump into her arms and reunite with her, then she disappeared and I crashed into the wall, hitting my head. I got dizzy and it went black. The last thing I heard was Harley curse then run towards me.