Four Weeks Later
My eyes snapped open.
Ears ringing and head aching, I found myself on the floor. Cautiously I rubbed my eyes realizing that I had fallen off the metal bed whilst I was asleep. I sighed and tried to push myself off the floor, my muscles aching and stinging.
Cursing under my breath everything around me spun as I pushed my body up against the cold surface of the wall, my legs feeling like jelly.
I couldn't recall what my dream was about, though I doubt you'd call it a dream...more like a nightmare.
I tried clearing my throat realizing it was dry, even my saliva couldn't moisturize it. Swallowing hurt as well as trying to breathe.
The four walls that surrounded me felt as if they were closing in on me, I stumbled my way towards the massive door grasping at the bars for support.
"Harley..." I sang
Though that was too much, I doubled over beginning to have a coughing fit. My insides hurt, my abdomen contracted violently as I tried to regain my standing state.
There was no answer.
"Harls are you awake?" I called once again, but this time I held my breath, preparing myself for the excruciating pain to hit me.
Fortunately it never came, nor did her voice.
I knew she was a deep sleeper but it was past twelve o'clock by what I could tell, the breakfast that was served to me hours ago was no longer warm.
"Harley are you there?" I shouted, my eyes trying to get a view of what was going on in her cell.
Shoving my face deeper into the rough metal I finally saw what I was looking for, unfortunately the sight wasn't all too pleasing.
Her red and black locks lay in an unusual pattern on the floor, her body curled up into a little ball as she shivered uncontrollably. Her lips blue and chapped as the vomit surrounding her seeped into her clothing. The very small amounts of clothing hugged her abnormally thin figure, her ribs on display.
She was drenched in her own vomit, her shinny complexion now stained with blood and a yellowy substance. It made me sick, sick to the stomach!
"Harley! Harley! Can you hear me!" I shouted, watching for any sign that she was still breathing.
"Baby just give me a sign!" My body was rippling with fear.
I frantically looked for any guards that were passing by our cells.
"Hey you!" I gritted my teeth as a guard came to a halt, he gave me a questioning look rolling his eyes, "Open her cell she needs medical attention!"
"Yeah whatever clown." He chuckled.
He didn't even look in her cell and began to go on his merry way.
"You son of a- come back here NOW!"
My vision began to blur, my body shaking violently. I was slowly becoming consumed my rage and anger. The only sound that I was able to hear was the beating of my heart, and it was increasing by each and every minute. Soon my own voice took over my senses and drowned out other noises by my laughter and screaming.
"Fuck you all!" I yelled.
I was acting irrationally though I didn't care, by baby needed help. Both of my babies needed help.
In seconds I felt my body hit the back wall, and within milliseconds my body was on the metal door. My actions were repeated over, over, over and over until a crack had brought me into reality.
"Shit!" I hissed my eyes welling up.
That didn't stop me.
As my shoulder came in contact with the door once again an indescribable wave of pain traveled though my body, leaving me crippled and consumed by hatred on the floor of my cell.
Panting hard I began to lift myself off the ground once more only to find myself being lifted by arms that I didn't recognize.
"Restrain him." A voice called
My vision blurred once more but I could still make out the fact that I was wheeled out of my cell to the medical center. I made it as hard as possible for them to restrain me, fighting back and trying to get to her cell. "N-not me you idiots! I d-don't need your help...Harley...H-"
"Relax Joker, this will only hurt a little." A nurse spoke
"No I don't, I don't need-" A needle had pierced through my skin, numbness consuming my body. It was hard to speak, let alone move.
My eyelids felt heavy, the last image I saw before I passed out was her. Her weak body on the floor - as soon as I would wake up I'd get to her, I'd save her.
*
My eyes snapped open.
It felt as if this had already happened. Déjà vu shook me awake. Voices around me echoed saying things I couldn't comprehend.
Harley!
My body jolted upwards only to be brought back down by harsh restraints. Growling I frantically looked around. "Let me go." Was all I kept repeating at the nurses who stared at me.
"I don't think you're well enough to be-"
"Get me to Harley or I'll kill you."
"Are you threatening a staff member?" A stern voice said behind me said.
My head snapped to the left, "Ooooh Mister It's not a threat, it's a promise." I grinned
"Take off the restraints I need to teach this clown some manners." He spat
I licked my lips, this should be fun!
The nurses obeyed leaving the room straight after. My body ached after being confined to the bed for god knows how long.
His first punch sent my body to the floor.
"Aww look the mighty Joker falling for me." He chuckled
That tipped it.
Cracking my neck I stood up smirking, "You shouldn't of done that Boy."
In three steps I was next to him, holding him in a head-lock. "Now tell me where are the keys." For dramatic effect I leaned closer to his ear ripping a piece of it off. He squealed in pain and lunged forwards only causing me to suffocate him more.
"P-please d-d-don't hurt me..." I squeezed tighter spitting out the flesh that tasted just like chicken.
"Answer my question and I might spare your life."
"Alright! Alright! They're in my pocket."
"Sure you're not lying to me?" I gritted my teething feeling his body go limp in my arms, "Uhh you're no fun!" Grabbing the keys I tossed his body to the ground.
I was off, my feet carrying me as I knew this place like the palm of my hand.
On the way to our cells I got confronted by guards and nurses who roamed the Asylum in their free time. With no time to fight them off I pushed through and finally reacher her cell. My shaky hands scrambled through various keys attempting to unlock her door until I found the right one.
"Get him!" Someone shouted from behind me
It was too late for that, I was already in her cell.
A/n
Sorry for a short chapter, but I hope you liked it nonetheless! Poor Mistah J...he wants to help his girl so badly but the guards are such assholes! In all honesty Harley has it worse, she's pregnant and she's not being taken care off...Arkham is so ignorant when it comes to that kinda stuff.
Anyways stay tuned for more! Have a lovely day, evening, night! xx
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