𝔾𝕝𝕒𝕤𝕤 ℍ𝕠𝕦𝕤𝕖 ; ℍ𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕖𝕪 ℚ𝕦𝕚𝕟𝕟

♦️ 5 ♦️

"Our minds are the true nightmare."

Y/n's POV:

"I've been having a lot of nightmares lately." I mumbled softly, twirling my thumbs as I stared up at the ceiling.

"Have you been taking anything?" My therapist asked. I shook my head no with a hum.

"There's always so much blood in the nightmare. No matter what happens in my dream, I die. I'm happy and then the dream shifts instantly and I'm putting a bullet in my head."

"Do you want to kill yourself?" My therapist asked, her pen scribbling down on her small notepad in her lap.

I exhaled deeply, sitting up and pulling the decor pillow into my lap, "Do you think people feel suicidal?"

"How do you mean?" Her thick eyebrows furrowed down.

"I mean, is wanting to kill yourself a feeling, an urge you get deep down. Or, is it just the depression rotting away inside of you that makes you think you have to kill yourself to escape the pain." I explained, finally making eye contact with her emerald green eyes.

My therapist, Dr. Eden, a thick raven haired woman with the most gentle and striking green eyes I had ever seen. Her golden rimmed glasses adorned her face and contrasted beautifully with her eyes. Plump lips were stained in a nude lipstick, but still a dark enough shade to know she was wearing some, sighed heavily as I she poured us both a steaming cup of tea.

"I think people really only want to kill off the bad things inside of them." She spoke softly, handing me the cup of tea.

"And what if you were the problem?"

"Do you think you're the problem?"

I glanced down, a frown tugging on my lips, "I don't really know. I'm just trying to figure out my nightmares."

Dr. Eden nodded, sipping on her tea before setting it on the table in front of us, "You might be under a lot of stress. You said you have a new patient at Arkham Asylum."

"I do. It's a difficult case but I think I cracked it, but now I have to make her sane enough. How do you make a mental patient sane again?"

Dr. Eden leaned back a little on her chair, "You don't, really. There's nothing you can do to help them if they don't want you to help them."

"She has to want my help." I mumbled to myself, some realization dawning on me.

"If you want, I can write you a prescription to help you sleep better, and get you something for the depression." The raven haired woman offered.

Shaking my head with a weak smile I replied, "No, that's alright. I don't like taking medication because then it makes me feel like I'm sick and twisted."

"Okay." Dr. Eden nodded, a silence falling upon us as I took a slow gulp of my tea.

"Do you think death is peaceful?" I asked hoarsely, making eye contact with her, "Is there solace in sleeping forever?"

"I can't answer that."

I nodded slowly, zoning out on a certain spot on the wall behind her, "I wish you could. I wish we knew. Maybe more people wouldn't do it. I wouldn't want to go to sleep forever if my demons were going to taunt me."

"I'm afraid that's all the time we have for this session." The woman looked down at her watch when it started beeping, offering me an apologetic smile.

I sighed through my nose, putting the pillow back where it was before standing up, thanking her for the tea.

"Call me if things.. if you need to talk." Eden pulled me into a hug.

Awkwardly I hugged back, clearing my throat awkwardly before stepping back. I told her I would and left her office, making my way out of the building all together. I plopped in the car and panted at how hot it was inside, quickly turning the air on.

I slammed my fists down upon the leather of the steering wheel, becoming frustrated and exhausted all at the same time. I ran my fingers through my hair, cringing at how greasy it felt and I chastised myself for not being cleaner.

Sticking the key in the ignition, I revved the ending and pulled out of the parking lot, turning the radio on so I wouldn't sit in silence with my thoughts.

Harley's POV:

The coldness of my cell sent a shiver down my spine, a frown prominent on my lips as I traced my fingers over the bruises on my body from the guards. I felt like an animal, a caged animal and the longer I sat and rotted away in this cell, the more insane I felt.

Fucking y/n, I huffed. I yelped in surprise when there was a loud bang in the room, the concrete floor exploded up and blasted in different directions. Neon green hair soon appeared and a wide smile pulled at my lips as I pressed my body against the steel bars, reaching out for my puddin.

"Puddin!" I laughed, "I knew you'd come for me!"

Mr. J smirked, licking his lips as he stalked towards the cage, placing some c4 on the door.

"I miss you too, doll face. Let's get you out of here." My lover smirked.

I jumped excitedly on the balls of my feet, waiting patiently for my puddin to blow off the cage door. I couldn't wait to be free, to be free from this place and wreak havoc on the city of Gotham once more.

Clapping my hands together, I giggled when the cage door blew off. I leapt into Joker's arms, the man easily holding me up.

"Let's go home baby." Joker kissed me sloppily and hungrily.

"Harley!" He called out, sounding like y/n.

My eyebrows furrowed together, "Puddin?"

"Harley! Hey! It's okay!" Y/n called.

Y/n's POV:

As soon as I entered the large room where Harley was, I saw her slamming her head against the steel bars of her cell, blood trickling down her forehead and slipping down the bars.

"Harley!" I rushed forward, my hands gripping the bars.

"Puddin?" She called out before slamming her head against the bars some more.

I rushed over towards the cell door, tugging on it in hopes that I could pry it open. It was no use, and so I turned towards the security camera.

"UNLOCK THE FUCKING DOOR!" I snarled, tugging on the bars.

The banging got louder and my head snapped towards the main door, Griggs, a few guards and Amanda running in.

"What did you do?" Griggs laughed.

"Shut the hell up and unlock this door!" I snapped.

When they didn't make a move to do anything, I rolled my eyes and rushed back over towards Harley, slipping my arms through the bars and holding her face in my hands.

She looked at me through hooded eyes, looking a little dazed and I hoped she didn't have any head injury. The cage door clicked open and I let go of her, rushing inside.

"It's okay," I cooed, pulling her closer to my chest, "It's okay."

Amanda looked at me through the bars, then to Harley who was gripping my shirt in her hand tightly, mumbling incoherent things to herself.

"She needs a Doctor. She could have head trauma."

Waller opened her mouth but I narrowed my eyes at her, shaking my head, "Don't you even think about denying her medical care."

Amanda clenched her jaw, nodded and said she would make some calls before her and Griggs left the room. Carefully I slid down to the floor, my back against the corner as I held Harley in my arms, gazing softly down upon her.

The blonde looked peaceful while she slept, like the voices finally stopped whispering to her and she could breath. I closed my eyes, leaning my head back against the cell. Maybe Harley was right.. maybe I was going to lose my mind.

Maybe I already had.