Harley's POV
"It's time doll face," says Deadshot through his leather mask as he lowers his eye enhancement. He turns to face me.
I'm staring down at the baseball bat in my hands. It was all chipped and dinted. The wood itself was stained and discolored. The words on it are barely legible now. Twenty years of use was clearly evident in it. It had originally been his. Joker's. I couldn't count the number of times I've hit him with it. Or how many times he's taken it from me and then used it on me. It's strange to look at something like this and associate it to good memories.
"Hey Harley...babe, where you at?"
"Huh?" I look up at him.
"You sure you wanna do this? You don't have to. Deep down I think you don't want to hurt him. Just forgive him and move on."
"Forgive him?" I glare at him. "I can't forgive him Floyd! He ruined my life!"
"That's one way to look at it. But how about looking at it as your fault? You were the dumb blonde who became obsessed with a psychopathic clown," he says it flatly but I know it's out of anger. The years have been hard. I spend most of my time seeking vengeance from the Joker. I couldn't even successfully get divorced from the guy, much less kill him. He always has had more luck than he deserves.
"He owes me this," I pointed at him sternly, "So if you're too much of a pussy I'll just do it myself!"
He pushes my shoulder hard and it hits the brick wall. "Watch that mouth! I'm not him and you aren't gonna treat me like I am! I don't have to be here! I can walk away whenever I want! I'm not your husband!"
We both duck into the dark as a car pulls up. I see Frost get out, then the back door is opened. I watch as a shiny black shoe touches down to the pavement. Green hair rises up from behind the door. White skin absorbs the moonlight. I watch him straighten his shirt. Then he twiddle with his golden chain links. He follows Frost inside. Another vehicle pulls up. Three of his goons file out and start securing the outer perimeter.
Deadshot hooks a line to his belt. He fired a grappling hook up into the air. He tugs hard on the line then wraps his arm around my waist. He pushes a button and we zip up to the top of the building. When we get to the roof we peer down at J's men until they disappeared into the club.
Deadshot uncrews a panel that is an air conditioning vent. We shimmy into it and through the tunnel work vents. We finally start hearing the club's loud music. We look through another vent and can see a head of green hair below us. Guys surrounded him, trying to nervously hold conversations with him. He ignores them for the most part. Occasionally he raises a hand or nods as he slams shot after shot of whisky.
Deadshot checks his bullets and loads his guns. I pull mine out and do the same. I pause and look at it in my pale hands. He had it custom made for me, something worthy of the Joker's queen. But it too showed the years. It had become scratched and handled thoroughly. It had taken so many lives and now it had just one more to take.
I look up at Deadshot and nod. He quickly and quietly removes the vent cover. He attached a line to his ankles. He tied it off and gave himself a few feet of slack. He looks at me and nods. He falls head first through the hole. The rope jerks him to a stop and he starts using his wrist Glocks, hitting everything he aims at. They started running out of the room. I can see that green hair never once move or even look up. I drop down out of the vent and land on him. I wrap my arm around his neck and drag him to the floor.
"No! No please!" He pleads to me and tries slithering away from me. I look at him carefully and notice that its not even the damn Joker. It was a decoy.
I jump up to warn Floyd who hangs there out of bullets. But before I could say anything soneone cut his line and he falls to the floor with a thud. Then, before I could reach him, I was grabbed and a bag was out over my head. I try to fight free but it doesn't work. Then I hear a voice in my ear.
"Stop fighting baby."
Oh that damn voice. I knew that voice anywhere. I'd know those cold hands anywhere. I didn't want him to hold me. I didn't want him to touch me at all.
"Don't worry about you uh...friend. He will wake up in his warm bed wondering how he got there and where you've gone. I have no intention of killing him." The whole time he's dragging me off to somewhere.
Eventually I feel myself being thrown down, face first on a car seat. "Let me go J!" I scream and thrash around as my hands are tied behind my head.
I hear his voice come from the front seat. "You tried to kill me. Again. I'm really starting to take it rather personally. I haven't tried killing you in years. But you make me have to defend myself so often. Do you know how many men I had to add to my security? I'll tell you since you can't, four dozen. That's a lot of paychecks my dear. A whole lot of paychecks."
"What are you going to do to me?" I snap.
"Now where's the fun in ruining the surprise? Trust me, you're going to find it very very surprising. That is if you can behave and be nice. I'm being nice so you have to be nice back. How would you like to take a tiny little nap?"
Before I can answer someone sticks me in the behind with something. I know this feeling well. Thorazine. A lot of Thorazine. I feel my body go limp. My mind can't think. So I don't try to make it. I fade out to The sound of his voice.
"There there my love. Everything is going to be fine."
When I come to I'm laying on a cot. My head pounds as I try to move. I'm in a glass cell. But it wasn't Arkham, though it was very close. I sit up and rise to my feet. I cross over to the glass and peer out. It was quite dark. But the darkness began to be taken over by eggshell and lime green. He just stands there, leaning on the wall and not looking at me.
"I know the accommodations aren't the best, but after a while it starts feeling like home," he says softly.
I slam my hands on the glass, "You can't just leave me here forever!"
"Forever," he says and gives me a sideways glance, "Forever like an oath? A vow? No. No you taught me that there's no such thing as forever. You're free when I say you are. Cooperate and perhaps it will be sooner rather than later. I'll have someone bring you some food." He turns on his heels and quickly leaves the room through a door.
Damnit. I knew that he would torture me and best me and twist my mind until it snapped. He was going to break me yet again. He wasn't going to let me go until he has made me crazier than I already am. I have to find a way to get out of here. It won't be easy because he thinks of everything. But still, I have to try.
