Haylee Quinn

Chapter Twenty Six - Busted

I glare at the flying rodent with utter hate, gripping onto my bat tighter than before. I'm ready if he suddenly attacks me, but I've beat him like twice before and I can sure as hell do it again.

"Go away Bat, you're not needed in our plan." I snap as I turn my back to him, waving him off.

"I've taken the mayor into safe hiding, you won't find him." Batman stated, stopping me in my path.

"And how did you know of our plan? Hmm?" J asked, followed by a cackle.

"Let's just say not all of your henchmen are loyal to you."

Running out of patience, I turned back around and threw my bat at Batsy, hitting him square in the head. As he stumbled back a bit, I pulled one of the guns out of J's holster and starting shooting him, though he somehow managed to doge all of them.

J started shooting him too, making it harder for the rodent to dodge the bullets. Out of nowhere, Batsy ran at me and I fell backwards, breaking the glass window and falling out. Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit! I tired screaming, but now sound came out.

I felt two strong hands grab onto mine, and in a matter of seconds I was being held out of the window by J and Batman. My heart rate increased a lot, and my vision started to blur. As my eyelids slowly closed, I eventually fell unconscious.

This new place I was in, it's cold and slightly smelly. It just makes me feel uncomfortable, and I haven't even opened my eyes yet. I can feel that I'm strapped down and sitting on something, I'm also being pushed. I can hear voices, though I can't hear what they're saying.

I open my eyes slightly and turn my head to the left only to see J strapped to a wheel chair, head slumped and unconscious. Where are we? I start to panic and look around my surroundings more.

We're being pushed down a dull lit hallway by what my guess is two doctors. I looked up at a metal beam stretching across the ceiling, and noticed it had a word painted in white.

Arkham

We're in Arkham?! No no no! One of my other good friends Grace works here, she and Harley would always tell me how much of an awful place this is.

"Haylee?"

I looked back over to J who was now awake, and sent him a scared look. At first he stared back at me with sadness in his eyes, but that faded away quickly as a large smile spread across his face. A low cackle escaped his lips, which soon turned into a loud and frightening laugh.

"Welcome to the madhouse baby!" J said through his laugh.

I don't find any of this funny. Not. One. Bit. But here he is laughing his stupid head off. Listen J, just because this is some kind of monthly routine for you, doesn't mean I enjoy being here!

I noticed J was wearing the standard inmate uniform. Orange jumpsuit with what I'm guessing would be white shirt and shorts underneath. I then looked down and realised I was wearing the same thing, meaning someone had changed my clothes. Pervert.

Suddenly I was pushed down a different hallway, separating us both. Eventually I was put into a cell, unstrapped from the wheel chair, and left alone with my own thoughts. I sat down on the rusty bed and stared at the concrete wall in front of me.

It's not the first time I've been here. I came to visit Harleen here when she was a psychiatrist, I'd bring her a cup of warm coffee or a beagle or something. She'd always say the coffee I bring her is way better than the coffee in the staff room.

I can just imagine now; Doctor Quinzel walking into the room, clipboard held tightly to her chest, and sitting down in front of me at the metal table that sits in the center of the room, a chair on two sides.