Haylee Quinn

Chapter Twenty Seven - Therapy

I quickly glanced around the room, trying to find a certain green haired inmate, but couldn't find him. So I headed off over to the only unoccupied corner, everyone's eyes still glued to me.

I slumped down onto the floor and stared over at the wall across from me. This place is horrible, these people are horrible and my so called friend Grace is horrible. 

Yea I get it, this is her job, but she's supposed to be my friend. She could at least try and do something to stop me having my brain fried.

"Well well, you're the Joker's new girl. Haylee was it?"

A tall buff man covered in tattoos walked over to me with about ten other men behind him. Urgh, I'm seriously not in the mood for this. I get this all the time at J's club, I seriously don't want to put up with it here.

"Turn around and walk away before I snap your neck." I said in a threatening tone, not even looking at them.

"You definitely have a lot more attitude than Harley." One of the men chuckled.

"Come on boys, let's show this new Harley how much fun we had with the old one." The buff man said in a dark tone as he slowly stepped towards me, a sick grin on his face.

I turned my head to look at them and stared daggers at the tall buff one, signalling I'm being serious. Suddenly a slow clap could be heard from behind the men, and they all turned to look behind them. A small smile spread across my face as my eyes meet with the clown's.

"Joker? I uh... I didn't know you where here... uh -"

"Leave now before things get messy." J growled, clenching his fists with a deadly grin on his face.

The expression on the buff man's face said that he was contemplating whether he should stay and fight us or just leave. To be honest, I'd love to start a little prison yard fight. Make things a lot more interesting around here.

"Eh, come on boys."

All the men turned around and left us be, some walking much quicker than others. They're probably scared of J, but not me. They just think of me as some kind of... toy. And I really hate that.

"You gotta be careful here doll face, a lot of these crazies bite." He chuckled as he sat down next to me, pulling me close to him.

"Do you think I'm weak?" I ask, unsure if he even heard me.

"What do you -"

"People don't fear me like they do you. They just think of me as some sort of sex toy or helpless sidekick. But I'm not! I want to show Gotham that I'm not like Harley, that I'm worth being scared of and that i can control people."

I felt his stare on me as I stared down at the concrete floor, my messy hair falling in front of my face. I can also tell those men are still watching us from across the room. Next time they catch me without J I'm gonna show them that they should be scared of me and that they should leave us alone.

"You and I both know that you're a strong and smart woman, and that Gotham has a huge reason to fear you. It shouldn't matter -"

"But it does J, I don't want the weak reputation. I want a reputation like yours." I sigh as I rest my head on his shoulder.

J didn't reply after that, he just sighed and nodded. He planted a soft kiss on my cheek then rested his head on mine. If we weren't in this dumb asylum I would probably just fall asleep in this position, cuddled up with J.

"The doctors want to give me shock therapy." I whispered, unsure if he even heard me.

His head suddenly snapped in my direction and a worried look spread across his face. I can tell from his expression that this is going to be even worse than I originally thought.

"No no no! They can't do that to you, I won't let them!"

J gripped on to me so tightly that it actually started to hurt. But I know he doesn't mean to hurt me, he's only being protective. And he's amazing for that. 

"Is it really that bad?"

"Haylee, the reason they're giving you shock therapy is to erase your mind... of me, so that you will have a normal life again." He answered in sad tone.

So that's why Grace organised to do this to me, because she wants to make me forget about this whole Haylee Quinn thing. I wonder how quickly it will really work? And i wonder how much i will actually forget.

"Oh..."

Suddenly two guards burst through the doors and searched around for a bit, until there eyes met with mine. They then headed towards us both, one of them with a pair of cuffs in his hands. J gripped onto me tightly, knowing what they were here for, but this time he actually hurt me.

"J, don't let them take me!" I yelled as they pulled me out of his arms.

As they tried to put the cuffs on me I punched one of them in the face, so hard it knocked him back a bit. J instantly jumped up and punched the other guy in the jaw.

The one I punched pulled a taser from his belt and brought it up to J's neck, sending a small amount of electricity through him. J dropped to the ground, looking as if he was about to pass out. I tried to continue fighting the guards, but the other hit me across the back of my head, knocking me to the ground.

They quickly cuffed me and stood me back up, not a bit of strength left in me. J slowly sat up and stared at me with sorrow in his eyes as they dragged me out of the room.

"J... please... no..."