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way down we (I) go

Hi everyone! I'm not dead! Hooray! I'm so sorry for abandoning my writing for so long, I've just been incredibly busy with working, school and my personal life! I have plenty of stories planned and hopefully on my vacation (In 2 weeks!) I'll be ale to write lots of them up for you!

In the meantime, enjoy this short little musing which I've been playing around with for a little while x

Lots of love as always, Drharls xoxo

The first time Harleen returns to Arkham but not as a doctor, as a patient.

Shivers ran down her spine as she moved down the large, arched hallways. She never remembered the building being this cold. Sure, it was never warm and cosy, but she never found herself shivering as she walked down past these rooms what felt like a lifetime ago. Maybe it was the small electric heater that she kept in her office, beside her legs. Maybe it was still there. Maybe they would let her have it back.

"Harleen." Came the soft voice beside her head. She grimaced and felt her entire body tense.

"Dont call me that!" she screams, voice hoarse as she physically struggles in an attempt to regain control. But her hands are pressed beside her body, bound tightly so there is no chance for escape. She ca feel the binds rubbing against her skin, causing it to blister.

"Don't call me that..." It wasn't her name anymore, that girl didn't exist. Harleen Quinzel was dead. Buried. She had burned away in a vat of acid in the ACE chemical factory. They couldn't call her that anymore. She didn't belong to this place like Harleen did. She belonged to him, she was all his.

She suddenly was tipped forward, unrestrained and tumbled in a flurry of blonde hair onto the wet, tiled floor. Huddled in a corner, the powerful jets of water hit her body hard, almost knocking all of the wind out of her lungs. It was cold and no matter what way she positioned herself, the jets continued to assault her skin. Her already bruised body ached under the constant pressure and eventually she couldn't help but cry out in pain.

The water is turned off but Harley continues to cry, the noise echoing around the champer, sound bouncing off the sterile tiles. She hated herself for crying, he would hate her for crying. So she brought her trembling hands to her lips to force them back into a smile, empty laughter rolling off her tongue, just like he told her. "Smile Harley baby, smile for Daddy."

She could feel the eyes of the doctors on her, silent and heavy as they rested on her crumpled, pale form, but she didn't care. nothing scared her anymore. Not after she had seen.

"Harleen" came the voice again. "What did he do to you? What did he say?"

She just continued to laugh, the images floating behind her eyelids. She knew what he wanted from her. She knew what she meant to him. They didn't matter. Nothing else did.

But somehow, in the clinical part of her mind which remained. she knew that they didn't believe her, that they thought she was crazy, just like him. Oh, how wrong they were, how much they didn't understand. She would make them believe, she would make sure that they knew how much she meant to him, that she wasn't a helpless victim.

"What Harleen?" the voice asked again.

She wants to tell them to shut up, to leave her the hell alone, but she could only laugh.

"He... he told..me" she stammered through her giggles, her body hunching over in both pleasure and pain. Oh, this was too much, telling them was going to be too much.

"What? What did he tell you?" they asked, a note of eagerness in the voice.

"He told me he loved me!" she said, finally raising her gaze to look at the woman in the eyes.

But instead of the desired look of understanding she was met by one of confusion and even disgust. But that isn't what bothered her the most. It was the sympathy. She didn't need it! She didn't want it! He loved her, he did! Of course he did!

"Get her up and to a room, make sure she doesn't hurt herself" she said, before turning away. How dare she diagnose her like that! Make those judgements with her eyes alone. Harley tried to lurch forward, attempting to reach her and scratch the skin, to make her feel some of the pain which she did. But she was quickly restrained, her weak body collapsing against the guards as she was dragged away, screaming.

They they ship her away and try to pull back Harleen from this harden shell, they are disturbed to find that she is no longer there, but is replaced with charred ashes and nothing more. They font hold back, and the cool silver paddles hold none of the love and comfort she remembers from when he showed her the light. They are cold and merciless as they cause her to scream until her voice is no longer there, but is replaced by white hot pain and stars behind her eyes.

Well, there you go! Please let me know what you think! xx