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Harleen woke up and felt her head resting on something a pillow. Looking up, she saw that a clock said it was 9 at night. She sat right up and realized that she was lying in a luxurious king size bed with a dozen or so sheets wrapped around her almost strangling her. She opened her eyes to find a mirror right in front of her. Great, I'm only in a bra and underwear, she thought. Someone had decided it was the best to undress her and not tell her a thing. Then she remembered that she was with him. Suddenly, she felt a sharp pain in her thigh. Harleen looked down to see a new cut in the shape of a heart.
"Damn him to hell," she whispered tracing the new cut. She hated how much she needed him. How much she wanted him. Wanted him to want her. And the worst part, he knew. She remembered the cut on her chest and looked in the mirror to see a scar in the shape of a J ironically on top of where her heart was. Just another reminder to how much she needed him, she thought sighing. Then she was aware of someone breathing right next to her. She looked over to her left on to the floor and saw him playing with a pair of handcuffs, probably the ones he used to handcuff her.
"Beauty sleep really pays of, gorgeous," he looked up at her, "I thought you would never wake up. Let's have some fun now doll," he laughed.
"Stay away from me," she threatened, but too tired to sound menacing.
"Like you would do anything to me!" he smiled in her face, licking his lips. She could smell him and she was instantly intoxicated. She lay back down on the bed and didn't even try to struggle when he got on next to her. "What happened to the fighter in you?" he teased punching her hard in the gut. She made a noise out of pain. "I like that!" he giggled.
"Shut up, you creep," she tired to kick him hard, but he caught her leg midair.
"If you kick me, I can break your legs like twigs. If you slap me, I could cut off your arms. If you frown, I could always fix that with this," he pulled out his dagger. He pinned her down, his knee on her chest causing her to breathe shallowly.
"What do you want from me?" she gasped for air.
"I want you to tell me where our child is."
"What child?" she tried to lie.
"What child?" he imitated her, "You're pathetic. You think I don't know."
"It's not your child anyways," she scoffed.
"Of course it is," he laughed in her face, "Who else would it be?"
"Nick Polanski," she said a fake name defiantly. It just caused him to laugh harder until it grew loud enough to ring in her ears.
"Now Haarlleeey, where's my child!" he was shaking her like a rag doll. She started to tear up. She couldn't tell him where their daughter was. "Aw, Harley, are we going soft?" he licked one of her tears. She back handed him. Completely ignoring her slap, he continued, "Tell me, does he have my smile?"
"You're sick," she spat in his face, "and how do you know it's a boy?"
"A girl?" he asked. "She better look like you. I will not have an ugly daughter." He headed for the door and on his way out said, "You better not leave." And he was gone.
She sat down on the bed and began to sob. Why did this have to happen to her? She feared for the life of their daughter, Lilac. Some time passed before he came back. The Joker saw that she had been crying so he went to go sit down with her as she began to inch away.
"Stay," he commanded her with some force, "Daddy's here, baby, daddy's here." She leaned in to him without resistance this time. She thought that maybe if she submitted for a while, she could stick him where it hurts. He bent down and kissed her. Harleen could feel herself lifting up out of it's boring shell and climbing back in to it's Harley Quinn persona. "Now, it's been a while since you've been dressed correctly, Harley," he pulled out her old jumpsuit.
"Where did you get this?" she asked knowing that her suit had been in her closet the entire time.
"Edward Cullen isn't the only person who likes to watch people sleep," he cackled, "I went through you're closet and in the back, there are some pretty slutty duds, girl! Now where is my child?"
"I have no idea," her face fell.
"Tell. Me. Where. She. Is." he growled.
"I put her up for adoption! I'm sorry!" and she cowered expecting for him to strike her.
"Thanks a lot, Harley!"
"Stop calling me Harley, my name is Harleen." She noticed he had redone his makeup and his smile looked as gruesome as ever. He punched her right in the gut. She kicked him full force right between his legs.
"Let's just go," and he threw her over his shoulder. They finally got to the car in the dead of night. "I bet Batman is cruising the skies," he laughed causing her to shrink in to her seat. "What? You scared?" his dead, black eyes looked right in to her soul. "Now, do you have any idea as to where Lilac would be?"
"How do you know her name?" Harleen was astonished.
"You talk in your sleep. Lilac get away from him; he's a monster!" he roared with laughter.
"Okay, well she's, she's"
"Spit it out, girl!"
"She's in Portsmouth, Washington. I'm pretty sure," her mouth betrayed her and she told him the location of her child.
"Then that's where we're headed," he stomped his foot on the gas pedal.