H for Harley

Chapta One: Away from Blue Boy

"Y'know, I'm startin' to like this cell." I said to myself as I lay on the bed with my legs stretched out and hands behind me head, eyes closed. I let a small smirk form on my face before my thoughts were interrupted.

No, you're not.

"You're right," I said as the smile on my face faded. I remembered where I was and sighed. "I'm not."

I knew it. Why don't you ever listen to me?

"'Cause I hate you, Hahleen." I said aloud. "Why don't ya eva listen to me?"

'Cause you're insane!

"Fair point." I said. The lights suddenly turned on and I sat up, in full alert, hoping for someone to release me. It had been too long since I last saw the light of day and it didn't help that those two bodies of my beloved Jokers were beginning to smell.

I just wanted out.

I waited and looked through the glass door, which was fogging up due to my heavy breaths, as the elevator slowly descended. It stopped and hit the floor with a thump as the rustling metal door opened. I pressed myself against the glass, hoping for it to be some unsuspecting police or maybe Bat-Brain, but it wasn't either of the two things I was hoping for.

Instead it was the blue one.

Bat-Night. He walked up to my cell and looked me up and down. I put my hands on my hips and shifted my stance.

"You like what you see?" I asked with a soft voice and the only reaction I received was a cocked eyebrow.

"The only thing I like about this situation is the fact that you're locked up." He said with a sly grin on his face. I lowered my hands quickly and stomped my foot.

"Ok, listen, Bat-Night--"

"Nightwing." He corrected me.

"Whateva! Listen! You betta let me out of this cell or I'm gonna--" I started saying, but he interrupted me once more.

"Going to what?" He crossed his arms and gave me a stern look. I started hitting, punching and kicking the glass until I calmed down and realized that it was no use. I put my hands on my hips once more and quickly leaned forward then back with my tongue stuck out at him. I turned around and went to sit on the bed, but suddenly the cell door opened.

"You know, you could have asked nicely and I would have opened it." He said to me. I whirled around and ran at him with my fist high in the air. As I went to punch him, he grabbed my fist and did a fancy move that sent me flying toward the middle of the large room. When I hit the ground, I rolled a few times.

When I stopped I tried getting up, but my leg was hurting. I tried my hardest and when I got to my feet, I saw that Stupid was only standing at the entrance to my cell with his arms crossed. I ignored the small pain in my leg and ran toward him one more time, with my first raised above my head like before.

This time, when I went for the punch, he hit my arm away so hard that it actually hurt a little bit, then he punched me in the right side of the face, then proceeded to use his foot to kick me away.

I landed in the metal floor hard and rolled in my neck and head, then on my side. When I stopped, I stayed there, laying motionless on the ground. I heard his footsteps coming closer. When they stopped next to me, I reached out in front of me, and away from him.

I crawled away toward the closest wall and when I arrived I leaned against it and began to fake cry. He seemed convinced because as he tried to cuff me, he wasn't as rough as before, or as rough as Bat-Brain, wherever he was.