Big Mistake - Page 3

Batman vanished into the shadows again as Harley cried herself to sleep. She made such a huge mistake! She was so stupid, just like everyone told her. She was worthless and useless and weak.

Joker's menacing shouts and painted face echoed in her soul, burning it away like acid. Even when he wasn't close to her, he damaged her.


She woke up to the beeping sound of a heart monitor and found herself in a hospital room. She couldn't care less. She didn't care what the hell happened to her now. Harley felt a needle in her arm and looked over to see a tube filled with slightly blue-ish liquid. Morphine. That's why she couldn't feel any pain right now. She wanted to take it out; she didn't want her pain to be hidden. And she sure as hell didn't want anyone's damn help!

She tried to move, but discovered a couple of restraints on her upper arms. She huffed in frustration and closed her eyes. With nothing else to do, she tried to sort out her mind. Batman, the bastard, helped her. He dropped me off here, and God knows how long I've been unconscious.

She opened her eyes and looked around the room. It was day; sunlight was streaming in through the window. The hospital room was fully furnished and equipped with normal hospital stuff. So this wasn't a hospital room at Arkham. Not yet. After I'm healed enough, they'll probably send me straight there.

Will Joker be there? Or is he in a lower security prison? Maybe Arkham has refused to take him in? Harley laughed out loud. She could just imagine them saying: "Hell no! Not him! Take him somewhere else! Do you know how much damage to the building and employees he's done!? No more!"

Arkham was fun to mess around with. Since she had worked there as a therapist for a few years before Joker came along, Harley had a soft spot for it. It was a place she knew inside out, from being a therapist to a prisoner. She even snuck into the security camera room when she freed Joker one time. She knew everything about that place. It had a special spot in her heart.

But it was a challenge to break out of. If both of them got trapped in there, then who knows how long it will be before one of them successfully does it. And honestly, Harley had more of a chance of breaking out, since she knew the place better.
She grew impatient thinking about all this. She couldn't stop thinking about Joker, where was he!? Was he really in Arkham? Of course he was! And it was all her fault.
She fought the restraints some more, wriggling and twisting her arm. They were tight, dammit! The door opened and a nuse came in. Harley sighed in annoyance and glared at her.

"How are you, Ms. Quinzel?" The darker skinned nurse asked emotionlessly.

"Wonderful, I'm feeling much better. Now can you please let me go?" Harley smiled sweetly and mockingly at her.

"No, you're going to be in here a few days at least." The nurse replied, again emotionless.

"Before I go to Arkham?" Harley finished for her.

"Well, yes." She checked the morphine bag. After a while, her emotional shield cracked. "You are a killer, after all."

"Oh, I see. A couple of your kids bought a spot at the city cemetery, have they?" Harley grinned.

The nurse tensed up with hurt and anger. Harley burst out laughing. "Tell them I said hello!"

The nurse left the room, slamming the door behind her. Harley kept laughing. Exactly what she did to her therapists at Arkham! Find the crack in their shield and tear them apart. Joker taught her how to do that. It was hilariously fun!