Rotten & Damaged

Chapter 4- Bulletproof Love

Chapter 4- Bulletproof Love

I stretch in my cell, joints popping and skin stretching over muscles. I groan and step towards the cell door. Today's the day. Chaos... will ensue... These bitches won't know what's coming. My Harley will... I hope...

I smile and grab the bars. This is going to be fun. I watch my guards, their fake confidence mixing with testosterone to produce a 'manly' looking walk over to me. I smile wider, "Well, hello! How have you guys been. I heard it's... absolutely great outside today."

"Shut up, clown!" One of them barks. They get to my cell and one signals for the door to unlock. It does and he reaches for the door. I want so badly to grab his hand, bring it up, and bite. I move myself backwards, remembering. Now is not the time. Today... Chaos comes later... Behave... Harley...

The men rush my cell and push me to the ground. Anger sparks, igniting a rage in me. I smile, "Bad move, asshats."

I roll slightly so I'm on my back with my legs lifting. Using the momentum, I push; straightening my legs into a powerful kick at the unlucky face of guard number one. I hear the crack as blood pours from his nose. Pushing off from his face, I roll completely, springing to my feet, "This is fun, guys, but I think we should get going. I have a meeting, you see."

I spread my arms wide, watching the guards. I growl and snap my teeth together, before putting my hand on my mouth. It shows a wide grin tattooed onto my skin. I chuckle slightly, removing the hand, "So, the choice is yours... end up like your friend, or bring me to my meeting without bloodied faces. So what's it gonna be?"

Being the bitches they are, they wanted to be bloody...

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*Harley*

I hear him before I see him. There is a chill to the air that warms around me when I hear the cackles of insanity bubbling from him. J's comin'! Oh, boy, J's comin', Harley! I pat my pockets, making sure it's still there. I have a present for him.

I realize something is off when I hear the gurgling of liquid as he coughs afterwards. I stand and face the door when I hear footsteps, keys, and chains. The door opens and it's like the first day all over again, but it's so different it hurts.

Two people stand to each side, holding J's arms. One other guard has J lifted onto his shoulder, holding onto him much too tightly. I gulp when I spot the bruises that dance along J's face. All three of the guards have cuts and bruises scattered among the tattered remains of their clothes.

"What the hell happened?" I ask. I notice Joker has not got his straightjacket on, but I don't comment on that.

The guards set him in his seat and the one who had been lifting J replies angrily, "We got into a fight with Clown-boy here, dollface. He may be a little loopy, 'cause the doctors gave him a little something to keep 'im calm."

"What about antibiotics and pain relievers? You said it yourself, you got into a fight. He has a split lip and it sounds like he has something wrong with his lungs or ribs. If he is injured, which he clearly is, he should be in the hospital wing so he can be properly treated."

"We tried, angel. He wouldn't calm down until we said we would bring 'im to you."

"Give us fifteen minutes and then knock," I order, pointing towards the door, "So scat."

They walk out of the room, throwing dirty looks at J the whole time. I smile at him, putting him at ease as the door locks behind the guards... before I explode, "What the hell, J? Ya wouldn't calm down for the doctor ta treat ya? Ya realize with your injuries, you could very well-"