Red and Black (A Harlivy Story)

Chapter 13: Tied Up

Pamela's days in confinement wasn't very productive; she slept, read, and slept some more. There was nothing else to do and, although she rather not admit it, she was missing company. The only part of the day she was looking forward to was lunch. This was the time that Harley came to check up on her, bringing her food that actually looked like edible. They talked about nothing and everything at the same time, mostly consisting of Harleen's day-to-day problems while Ivy sat back and enjoyed listening to her. Ivy couldn't say much, nothing exciting, other than her daily chats with Harley, happened to her, so she didn't feel like contributing to the conversation. But Harley didn't mind; it was nice to talk to someone who didn't judge her or didn't seem to judge her. However, their talking was restricted to an hour or so, as Quinzel wasn't exactly permitted to be in a cell with a patient, nevertheless one of the most powerful beings within the asylum. But what little time they did had, they cherished. Ivy considered Harleen as a friend and vice versa. She was Pamela's first ever friend; one that didn't betray her or pretend to like her; one who understood her to an extent.

Yet their bliss was short lived once someone discovered their little secret.

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Harley was about to finish her session with the Joker and was looking forward to her chitchat with Pamela. The clown was ranting about how hurtful it is to call him insane, which, quite frankly, bored Harleen, but her various studies in behavioural changes allowed her to seem like she was interested.

"And I don't think it's right to be called "Insane", y'know. It's just a word the government uses when a person who's committed a crime doesn't know why they're doing it. They don't understand the consequences. But me, I fully understand my consequences. Heck, I wouldn't be killing dozens if I didn't know the consequences. The consequences are the whole reason I go on my monthly killing spree-" He looked up at the blonde, who was busy scribbling in her notebook. He grinned, remembering something that happened yesterday, that concerned Harley and her precious weed.

"Talking about consequences", he specified, cocking his head to the side and squinting his eyes, still bearing his iconic grin, "Somebody in this room isn't thinking about them".

Harleen suddenly looked up, wondering what the man was talking about.

"Would you like to clarify what that might be?" Harleen asked.

"HAHAHA, stop with the fancy words Doc. Y'know exactly what I'm talking about, or is your little cute brain not remembering your little rendezvous with that pathetic weed?"

He knows. How does he know? I made sure that no one was around, I'm pretty sure I would be able to see a green-haired man for miles. I made sure...

Harley, Harley, Harley. That voice made Harleen's blood run cold. She hadn't heard it for ages; the last time was months ago, when she was suffering from some unidentifiable pain. Hiya Lady, don't cha' remember me. It's me, ya better half; ya superior one. Ya thought I went away, didn't cha', well surprise! I'm back, betta' and bigga' than before. Why am I back, ya ask? Well, ya in a bit of a pickle, ain't ya, so I thought ya might want some help from little old me.

Go away. Go Away. GO AWAY.

Pathetic, I ain't going away that easy lady, ya gotta try harder than that-

GO AWAY!

"Dr Quinzel, if you would like to follow me" Joker asked, interrupting Harleen's thoughts. Unbeknownst to her, she opened her eyes, to see the clown wrapping some sort of cloth around her hands and mouth. She started shifting in her seat, only to find that her legs were already restricted. She didn't know where he got the material, but she did know that whatever happens next won't be pretty.

What'sa happening Harls, why ain't cha' fighting back. Ya didn't take than one self-defence class when ya were 15 for nothin'. Do somethin'.

She felt blood trickle down her face, as she slowly drifted into a peaceful unconscious state.

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Joker didn't care for this woman, if anything he hated her, but he hated her less than everyone else in this building. When he saw her philandering with that waste of space Ivy, he knew that he had to do something before she lost almost all her attention from him. Jealousy engulfed him, until he finally came up with a great plan to make Harleen purely devoted to him. She was going to get the shock of her life, physically and mentally.

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Ivy woke up to the sound of muffled words and footsteps. Although initially she thought it could be another pervy guard, walking around the rooms to take a peek, she heard what seemed to be dragging. Something was happening that shouldn't. Still in confinement, the only gap that she was able to peer through was the hole where her food came through. Even if it was incredibly small, she was able to see the kerfuffle, nonetheless. In front of her was the Joker with a bunch of men, their faces hidden underneath clown masks.  And the thing they were dragging behind them. The person they were dragging behind them was Harleen Quinzel. Shocked, Ivy gasped, alerting Joker of her gawping. The clown turned around, and walked towards the cell that Pamela was situated in.

"Hello Weed. That's right, that's her. The one, the only, Dr Quinzel". The green-haired man taunted. 

"What are you going to do to her" Ivy demanded, truly concerned for the well-being of the woman.

"Don't you want to know? I have big plans for her. Big, big plans. Too bad you're not gonna be there, being her only friend and all. If she were conscious, she would say:", Joker stated, grabbing the blonde's cheeks, making it seem that she was talking. Speaking in a higher-pitch he continued, "Pammy, I wish ya were here. I wanted ya to be at my rebirth, but unfortunately, I'm a bit tied up here" He laughed, causing an echo to vibrate around the empty corridor.

"If you do anything to hurt her, I will kill you-"

"Aw, I'm chuffed. But save your death threats for later, I'm quite busy at the moment"

He walked off, pulling the woman's hair behind him as he dragged her away.

I'm going to kill him, if it's the last thing I do, Ivy thought to herself, as she planned a way to save the woman she called her friend.