Haylee Quinn

Chapter Four - The New Harley Quinn

I slowly opened my eyes to see the same roof as before. I slowly sat up, slightly wincing in pain, and realised i am in the same room as i was before. I'm guessing this is my new bedroom.

I walked over to the tall mirror on the wall and stared at my reflection. I felt tears roll down my cheeks as i no longer saw my own reflection, i saw my sister's.

My skin is extremely pale, my once golden hair now platinum blonde with blue and pink ends. Tattoos all over my body. I am now a spitting image of Harley Quinn.

Suddenly the bedroom door opened and the stupid clown walked in. I walked back over to my bed and sat on the end of it, not giving him any eye contact.

"Ah, don't you look just like my Harley." He smiled as he walked over to me.

I still didn't look at him, the rage mixed with the sadness boiling inside me, and the tears still rolling down my face.

He walked over to me and stood in front of me. He grabbed my chin and forced me to look at him, his grip hurt a little. I winced a bit, but not enough for him to notice.

"What's wrong with you now?" He growled.

I stared right into his icy eyes, and stared right back into mine. The anger that was on his face quickly changed into something I never thought I would never see.

Sadness.

My god this man's bipolar is going to drain my sanity it confuses me that much. He sighed as he let go of my chin and sat down next to me.

"This is mental torture, you realise that right?" I said to him, now looking back down at the floor.

"Excuse me?"

"Making me do this, its mental torture. Every time I look at my reflection I don't see myself anymore, no. I only see Harley. I loved my sister very much, so me doing this is only going to make me more of a sobbing mess." I explained.

I could feel his eyes on me the whole time I spoke. He then gently grabbed a strand of my hair and started playing with it. I have absolutely no idea why, but him doing that somewhat comforted me. No stop Hayleen, you can't do this.

The clown still didn't speak, he just continued playing with my hair as I felt his stare on me. I turned my head to look up at him as a tear rolled down my cheek. There's something he knows that I desperately want to, desperately need to.

"Who killed her?" I asked softly, unsure if he heard me.

He instantly stopped playing with my hair, he just sat there completely frozen. He looked away from me and down at the floor. Why am I feeling bad for him all of a sudden? This is all his fault, if he hadn't of changed Harley then she would still be alive. Mind you if he hadn't of changed her he most probably would have killed her.

"Sorry, you don't have to -"

"Food should be ready now." He said bluntly as he stood up.

I wasn't really that hungry. I haven't eaten all that much since she died, one maybe two meals a day. And besides, eating dinner with the clown prince of crime wasn't exactly on my 'to do' list today. Neither was being kidnapped by said clown.

"Um, no thanks. I'm not hungry." he turned around and came storming at me, his face was red and his eyes were daggers.

"If you don't eat with me, you don't eat at all!" He shouted.

He turned back around and left the room, slamming the door behind him. Geez, bipolar much. What's his issue? I spun around and flopped face first onto my bed. Tears poured down my cheeks as I cried into the blankets. I can't live like this, I just can't. I have no idea how Harley put up with him, no wonder she was crazy.

After crying for a while I eventually fell into a well deserved sleep. I woke up from a loud knock at my door, and Joker calling my name. I looked over at the clock on the bedside table, 3:12 am. What the heck?! Why is he up so early?!

"Urgh, come in." I groaned as I buried my head into the pillow.

I heard the door open and him storm in. But as he got closer to me his footsteps lightened. Then I felt him sit down on the bed next to me.

"Haylee, get up."

I groaned and put the pillow over my head. Why the heck does he want me to get up this early in the morning? Has this guy never heard of a sleep in? I heard him chuckle as he pulled the pillow off my head.

"Hayleen come on, we need to go." He said as I turned my head to look at him.

"Where the heck are we going this early in the morning? Can't I just sleep in?" I asked in a lazy tone.

"Get up now or you'll have another visit to my torture room." He said, his patience slipping away.

No way am I going back in there, nah uh. I slowly sat up and rubbed my eyes, yawning softly. Joker and I got off the bed and I stretched out my arms. Something else I hate as well as Mondays, getting up early.

"Harley's room is next door. You can either stay in what you're wearing or get changed." He said in an annoyed tone as he left the room.

I followed him out and walked around into Harley's room. I slowly opened the door and walked in. The whole room was red and black.

There was a few guns and knives on the floor, her bed was made neatly just as i remember it always being, her wardrobe on the far wall with photos of her and Joker pinned to the doors, and a tall mirror next to it.

A small smile spread across my face as memories of her came flooding back. I miss her so much. I slowly walked over to the wardrobe, stepping over the knives and guns, and opened the doors. There was so many clothes to pick from, so I just picked the one in front of me.

I sighed deeply and grabbed the clothes. I put on the 'Daddy's Lil monster' shirt, the fishnet stockings, the ridiculously short red and blue shorts, and the tall white high heels.

In the corner of my eye I spotted a handle sticking out from under the bed. I turned around and grabbed the handle, pulling the object out. It's Harley's mallet. I could hear Joker calling my name from downstairs, so I turned and left the room with the mallet over my shoulder.