Haylee Quinn

Chapter Three - Chemicals And Tattoos

I woke up to the sound of liquid being poured into a tub or something. I looked around and realised I was no longer in Joker's torture room. As a matter of fact, I don't even think I'm at his house.

I was lying on a cold concrete floor, the smell of chemicals filling my nostrils. I sat up and in front of me was Joker pouring some sort of chemical into a large tub.

"Nice to see you've finally woken up." He said, his back facing towards me.

I looked around and noticed i know this place. It's Ace Chemicals. The place where the Joker and Harley Quinn began. Oh crap, if he's gonna make me do what I think he's gonna do... this is definitely going to kill me.

Then again, it didn't kill him or Harley. It just totally messed them up. Great.

"Please don't tell me you're gonna make me do what I think you're gonna do." I pleaded as I stood up.

"Well, you're correct." He said, followed by a small laugh.

"You are going to look exactly like her, and this is the only way how." He said as he turned around to face me.

He walked towards me slowly, I stood frozen in my place. How much I'm wishing that when he shocked me it have killed me. This is absolute torture, forcing me to practically become my dead sister only for his entertainment.

"But I'm looking forward to the next step." He said with his famous smile.

"And what would that be?" I asked as he placed both his hands on my shoulders.

"Tattoos." He whispered into my ear.

I don't have any tattoos, and I didn't plan on getting any any time soon. Harley showed me some of her tattoos, and they were extreme. Nothing that I would personally get.

"Now, get in the tub." He ordered, pointing to the tub filled with thick creamy coloured chemicals.

I stared at the bubbling liquid and took a step towards it. I'm not even going to bother trying to fight against him, that's suicide. But I don't want to have to give in to him, I don't want to let him win.

"Be a good girl, and get in the tub." I felt is breath on my skin as he whispered in my ear.

I'm praying that this will kill me, so that at least he has lost and doesn't get what he wanted. I walked over to the tub and climbed over the side. I sat on the edge and turned my head to look at him.

Joker stood there with his arms open, gesturing me to get in. I took a deep breath and dropped into the chemicals. The acid made my skin sting like hell. I didn't try to swim up to the surface, I didn't want to survive this.

But suddenly I felt strong warm arms wrap around me and pull me to the surface. I tried to struggle out of their grip, but failed miserably. I was brought to the surface and took a look at who saved me.

"Why..." I mumbled, unsure if he heard me.

"We're you trying to get yourself killed?!" He said with a bit of anger in his voice.

He still had his arms around me, and once he had finished talking he gripped me tighter, pulling me closer to him. For some strange reason, I felt comfortable in his arms... no Hayleen, you can't do this. You're too strong for this.

"Yes." I said softly, my eyes meeting his.

"Why?" He sighed, his voice no longer hard.

"Because I don't want to do this, I don't want to be your Harley. I don't want to have to pretend to be my dead sister." I said with a little anger in my tone.

I heard him growl as he pulled us both out of the tub. As soon as my feet touch the ground I fell to my knees. The chemicals have made me weak, god dammit. Joker grabbed my wrist and pulled me to my feet. I winced in pain as his strong grip really started to hurt.

"Shut up now get in the car." He snapped at me as he dragged me outside.

I followed along with him as he lead me towards a gorgeous purple Lamborghini. Wow, I knew he was rich, but I had no idea he was that rich.

He opened the passenger door for me and I got in, then he walked around the front of the car and got in the drivers side.

I looked down at my hands, my...white hands. I piece of my hair fell in front of my face. Platinum blonde hair. I sighed loudly and rested my head on the window as Joker started up the road and drove off.

I felt his stare go on and off me as we drove through Gotham. We both stayed silent, not a word between us.

I glanced out the window and noticed that we are in a part of Gotham that I didn't recognise. Are we still even in Gotham? There is a few abandoned buildings scattered here and there, and the place feels like a ghost town or something.

"Where are we?" I asked him softly.

"On the edge of Gotham. A place where that damn bat won't think of looking." He explained as we pulled up at a house.

We both got out of the car and i followed him up to the house. Joker opened the front door for me and i walked inside. Even though the house looks old on the outside, it's surprisingly nice on the inside.

"Follow me Haylee." Joker demanded as he headed toward a wooden door.

"How many times do i have to tell you, it's Hayleen." I said as i followed him towards the door.

He turned to face me and started laughing his sick laugh. I have a bad feeling about whatever it is he's about to do. He opened the door and we walked down a flight of stairs, we're going down to the same room as before. This can't be good.

"What... why are down here?" I stuttered slightly.

Suddenly Joker grabbed my wrists tightly and pulled me towards a metal table in the middle of the room. I tried to struggle out of his grip but he is ridiculously strong. He lifted me up and laid me on the table, strapping me down to it again.

"What are you doing?!" I slightly shouted at him.

"I told you about the next stage. Well, this is it" He smiled down at me, then started laughing again.

He walked over to a table on the far wall of the room and i heard him pick something up. Oh god please no. He walked back over to me with a large smile on his face, and not the nice kind of smile.

He held the tattoo gun into my view, and my breathing increased a lot. Harley had a lot of tattoos, so this is going to hurt a lot.

"Please... don't" I whispered as he turned on the gun.

His laugh echoed through the room as the gun touched my face. I screamed out in pain, but he just kept on laughing. I could feel my eyelids getting heavier and i felt myself slowly slipping out of consciousness.

The pain was unbearable, something i could never get used to. I continued screaming, but no noise came out of my mouth. My eyes closed and my whole body went numb.