The Joker Made Me Do It

Chapter Twenty Four

Guys I am so sorry I haven't posted anything in months! I've just been so busy! I plan to make updates way more often. I'm seriously wicked sorry. This isn't too short of a chapter though so enjoy!

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<3 Tess

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"So when do you think you'll be getting out of here, sweetheart?" Harvey asked with a crooked smile. I just looked at him and shrugged my shoulders, turning to my food and picking up a piece of egg with my fork. I wanted to get out as soon as possible, but if I was a criminal, when would that ever be?

'Never.' I giggled a little bit at the thought of the Joker in my head, but ultimately ignored him and carried on with eating. 'You're never getting out of here.' I giggled some more and got a mix of concerned and amused looks from the rest of the group.

Pam looked over to me and held her hand out as if to take mine and said, "sweetie are you sure you're alright?"

"Just peachy!" I giggled some more, but tried to keep them to myself. Though the more I tried to stay silent, the more I was having trouble smothering my laughs and eventually they came bursting out and I just couldn't help it.

Jonathan studied my face for a minute and could probably tell the pain colliding with the crazy emotions. I wanted the Joker out, but everything just seemed too damn funny. I wasn't even sure why.

"It's the Joker, isn't it?" I cocked my head at him pretending I didn't know what he was talking about. "Don't pull that with me. He's in your head, isn't he?"

I looked at Jonathan for a few moments before squeaking out a small "no" though everyone knew it wasn't the truth.

"Honey, I was a psychiatrist. I think I know what I'm talking about. I've dealt with schizophrenics many times over." A crooked smile itched at his lips and I felt my own quiver and some more giggling escaped.

"I'm not schizophrenic!!" I screeched. Some guards looked my way and I shut up. They turned their attention back to each other after giving me a warning glance. Pam scolded Jonathan with the expression on her face and he just shrugged his shoulders and stifled out a chuckle under his breath. I puffed and tried to calm down my giggles, but they wouldn't seem to go away.

'Don't do it, don't do it, don't do it' I kept telling myself over and over again trying to keep myself from having a fit, but so far it wasn't working. 'Don't do it!'

'Do it.'

"NO!" I screeched. 'Crap.' The others gave me concerning looks, but I tried to ignore them. "Sorry guys." I muttered and let my eyes bore holes into the ground as my giggles stopped and I allowed myself to be serious again. Maybe I would be able to control the laughter after a while. But I really just wanted to go home and be with Dick and Bruce the stickler. But I knew that wasn't going to happen anytime soon and I sighed. I just wanted to go home. Maybe I would tell Dick that later when he came to visit, but at the time I wasn't sure what to do with myself while I waited for him.

I began to wonder if maybe I should tell the others that I had been some type of criminal for at least a few days I guessed. It's not like they could've done something about it. And they were criminals too. Maybe they already knew I was a criminal. I mean, who lets regular people in with criminals?

'Wait, how was I even allowed in this wing in the first place? Do Batman and Robin really want me in this place? Do they really want me to be a criminal?'

'That isn't the case, my dear. But is it what you want?'

"No way.'

'Yes way. You made a beautiful criminal, if I do say so myself.'

'You shouldn't be saying anything to me. I will get you out you know. I will. I know it.'

'Are you so sure about that, dear? I mean, I have told you what we did. Or I've at least given you hints.' I heard a little chuckle escape his lips and I cringed.

'Ew. I do not want to know.'

'Oh dearie I'm sure you can put the pieces together, and let me to you. You likes it.'

I heard his laugh come into play as it echoes through my ears and I began to scream and scream and I just couldn't stop. I ended up rolling on the ground and the guards rushed over to calm me down. It wasn't working. I couldn't be bothered with; I wasn't going to stop anytime soon, and it wasn't really my fault. It was that monster of a Joker's fault. I was all his fault. I couldn't make the laughing and screaming stop no matter how hard I tried.

I heard a guard mutter to use the needle.

'The needle? Oh god! Oh god! What is the needle?' I became even more frantic as the guards tried to hold me down and I ended up punching one of them in the face to try and get away, but it didn't work. All he did was curse and grab my wrists as tightly as he could. I yelped in pain and wanted him to let go, but that only made him squeeze together. I squirmed around as the harsher guard gripped my wrists even tighter and I could feel the circulation leaving my hands. I cried out for him to let go, but he only laughed.

'What kind of sadistic guard is this?' I looked over to the side as I cried with the tears streaming down my face and the others of my group stared at me with either sad eyes and averted them to the ground. I could feel that they wanted to help, but couldn't do so. They probably felt helpless. I did too.

The other guard didn't seem to notice a thing as he took out his needle of what ever they were planning to inject me with and the others looked genuinely scared.

"Do it!" the guard yelled to the other as he squeezed my wrists as tight as he possibly could. They were turning purple.

"Stop!" I cried. "Please stop!" and the more nervous I got, the more laughter escaped and the more I laughed, the angrier the guard got. I felt something sharp prick me and I began to feel woozy. The last thing I could hear was a man's voice yelling "no!" before I became limp and slipped under.

Was this death? Was this what it felt like after you died? I felt restrained and in the dark. I tried to move my arms and legs, but something was blocking them and holding them back. My wrists hurt too. I was laid out on the ground, my arms and legs spread apart. I was trapped, but I wasn't scared at first.

I heard a laughter in the distance and a small light shown the silhouette walking towards me until a face could be seen.

"Oh puddin', where have you been? I've been really missin' ya, ya know?" I didn't know what was coming out of my mouth or what was coming over me, but suddenly I had forgotten my fear of the Joker and was a new person. He took a step forward and kneeled down, putting a knee on either side of my body. He leaned over my chest, close to my face so I could his breath blow my fiery hair back.

"Harley, I've been waiting for this moment for a long time." the Joker whispered in my ear. I felt one of his ice cold hands reach down to the bottom hem of my circus dress as the other hand lifted my silver mask from my face to reveal my blue eyes and the newly formed terror out of their former comfort of Dick.

'Wait, who is Dick? I'm Harley, right?'

"Don't worry about that right now, my dear." I shuddered as he pulled the skirt up so I was exposed. I cringed as he ran his hand down my leg. He came closer and I heard the tear of fabric.

"No!" I screamed, terrified of what was to come next.