Recovery

Lost Her Mind

I can tell.

It's been a week.

She paid someone to give her electroshock therapy.

She sees things differently now.

She smiles.

She laughs.

She's no longer sad.

I'm worried.

Extremely.

We robbed a bank the other day.

She shot a guy point blank.

She laughed.

Said he had a big ego.

She's in laying on my bed now, watching tv.

I sit beside her, rubbing her back.

She turns over and nips at my fingers.

"I've missed you Mistah J."

So beautiful.

So sad.

"I've missed you too Harls."

She smiles sits in my lap.

"Can we talk?" I ask.

She nods, playing with my jacket.

"Did you pay someone to give you shock therapy?"

Harley nods again like it was no big deal.

"Why?"

"I was tired of being so depressed."

She was depressed and again didn't tell me.

I put my head in my hands.

How much do I have to do.

She smiles at me sadly.

"I can tell you're upset Puddin'... I'm sorry."

"I was awake that night..."

She sits still, no more playing with my jacket now.

"What?"

"I was awake that night."

"You were crying on the bed."

"Then you said you hoped I loved you and you needed me."

"You were awake?"

I nod.

She lays back on the bed, closing her eyes.

"'Course you were."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

She shrugs.

"I don't even know anymore."

I know she doesn't.

We stay in bed all day.

She was as far gone as I thought she was.

"I'm going to kill him."

What?

"Kill who?"

"MISTER UNKNOWN."

Him.

"Harley.."

"DON'T HARLEY ME."

"I HEAR HIM ALL THE TIME."

"TAUNTING ME."

"I."

"AM."

"TIRED."

She beats on the headboard before getting up and pulling on her old costume.

"I will kill him."

"Then I won't here him anymore."

Before I can grab her, she's out the door.

Fuck.

I wait around for hours, I know not to go after her.

I decide to turn on the TV.

News channel.

Breaking News.

Harley Quinn is back at it. Today she went on a killing spree killing over a hundred young men who fit the description of slim and blond with blue eyes. She was caught by Batman at eight thirty pm. He's here with us now. What do you have to say about this?

She shoves the microphone in his face.

Quinn is in Arkham. Where she needs to be.

And that's Channel 5 with tonight's breaking news.

I turn the TV off.

I slam the remote down on the table.

I lost her.

I have to go get her.

I will get her back.

No.

Matter.

What.