-From your POV-

Harley? Why does that name ring a bell? I fold my arms and lean my head back against the wall, not taking her handshake. "Magenta." I say back flatly. She takes her hand back and just keeps smiling.

"Well not everyone is friendly." she mumbles to herself. "So, whatcha in for? Ooh! I'll go first! Me and the girlfriend were out one night on the town and the next thing I know, we were robbing a jewelry store. Well, I was robbing a jewelry store. And she got a bit upset so we had an argument about it and the next thing I know, she used her weird plant powers- long story- to get out of there and I was all alone!"she finishes. I just give a single nod.

"Similar story, actually. I'm on the FBI's most wanted list and was on the run for a whole bunch of stuff and then my boyfriend left me high and dry for something stupid and the cops got to me." I explain vaguely. Her head tilts in amusement.

"You're a career criminal too?! I tried to break free from it and leave it in the past with my nasty ex, but old habits die hard!" she says.

"Yes, I'm a professional assassin." I say.

"Oh that's so-"

"I'm going to sleep." I cut her off. To be honest, she talked a lot and I didn't care for it. I was still infuriated, especially with J. "Night." I say to her as I stretch out on the bed and attempt to get comfortable.

"Night night bestie!" she giggles out. This girl is crazy.

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I woke up and saw Harley leaning over me with glasses on. "What the hell??" I shout, causing her to stand up and move back.

"You ever been diagnosed?" she asks me.

"Yes, why do you think I'm in Arkham??"

"You make a good point."

"What were you doing?" I ask her, now sitting up straight. She pushes her glasses up onto her hair and flipping around the clipboard she was writing on to face me.

"Well, you see, I actually have a PhD! I used to be a shrink- believe it or not-"

"I'll choose not." I say back flat.

"Right- well, I used to be a shrink and you exhibit some interesting symptoms girlfriend." she says, tapping on the clipboard. I squint my eyes so I can see what she wrote down better.

"Those are literal stick figure drawings."

"Well yeah, I didn't feel like writing it out in actual words so I drew a picture!" she says proudly. She starts pointing at specific points. "Here is what you look like when you sleep. And this what you look like when you sleep on your right side. Then here is what you look like when you sleep on your le-"

"Harley what the hell does this have to do with literally anything?" I say shortly. She sighs and looks up at me, pushing her glasses back down over her eyes.

"So can I finish explaining my stick figures or no?"

"Oh my Christ, if I wasn't already clinically insane when I came in here I will be by the time I leave." I mumble out.

"I don't think you are clinically insane, Magenta. You're actually quite sane compared to some of the real loons in here!" she says with a giggle.

"I know."

"Based on my observations, you are... sociopathic?" she guesses. I give her two solid nods and she cheers and claps her hands.

"Still got it. So, Anti-Social Personality Disorder. Born with it, or brain injury?" she asks me, propping her chin up on her fists as she looks at me with anticipation.

"Does it matter?" I ask with a sigh.

"What? I'm curious. I can tell you how I got like this, you know- Stockholm Syndrome." she offers.

"I'll pass." I say with a fake smile. Just then, guards come by with trays of breakfast.

Breakfast was spent by me eating for the first time in who knows how many hours and Harley gushing about her girlfriend. Something about her girlfriend being called Poison Ivy? I don't know, I was barely listening.

When I finished, I stood up and walked over to the door to leave the tray for one of the guards to come pick up. I had my jumpsuit rolled down to my waist, with my undershirt on, so you could see my shoulder. "What's the tattoo?" she asks me. I sigh and roll my eyes. I really could not care less to have a conversation with this girl, but if she shuts up about her girlfriend then I'd do it.

"Dragon to cover up some scarring." I say shortly, sitting back down on my bed.

"Mmm. Scarring from what?"

"Had an accident when I was 17."

"Mmm. Uh!" she gasps. "Did you get brain damage?? Oh my God, is that where your ASPD came from??" she asks. I don't respond, causing her to get giddy as she realizes she's cracked the code that nobody else has been able to for all these years. "What?? Is it a secret? It's safe with me, bestie." she says with a wink. "Wanna know about my tattoos??" she asks.

"Sure." I say. she rolls up her pant leg and then points at her jaw. This was when I really started noticing something. I hummed in amusement as she explained each one, I was barely listening. "You said something about an ex, right?"

"Yeah, he was a real basketcase that one." she says.

"He... hm. Any chance that he was about yay tall," I say, stretching my hand up over my head to how tall J is. "..green hair by any chance? Tattoos, metal grill, laughs a lot? A teeny bit- okay, a lot bit- crazy?" I ask her. Her eyes widen to the size of the moon.

"Joker... How'd you guess?" she asks me.

"Bit of a hunch." I say back, she gasps as she comes to her own realization.

"Oh my gosh, YOU'RE his girlfriend!! The boyfriend leaving you high and dry and harboring a fugitive-- that's all VERY like him!" she says. And boy was she right. She sucks her teeth and crosses her arms. "No way. What are the chances? He's a real monster in the sack, right?? Or wait- is that inappropriate of me to ask?" she follows up.

"Just slightly."

"Hm. Well, how is it?!" she asks. For someone who's stuck up in a cell with her ex's new beau, she was rather amused and interested.

"Turbulent, if you don't mind me asking, why'd you two end?" I ask her. She slightly frowns and sighs.

"He was... well, you know how he is. He loves ya until he doesn't need ya! He was just, too J-ey, for me. And then I met Ivy and whew!" she explains. I gently bite at the inside of my lip as I mull over her words. "I know J never loved me; he loved the idea of me. A smart and pretty girl around for arm candy who would bow down to him. He didn't actually want to compromise with me or hear my thoughts or anything like that. You're lucky if he does." she says before she goes back to talking about Ivy.

As she continues rambling on and on, I just keep thinking and mulling over her words and the connections. Does he just love the idea of me? Before I could even think anymore, there were alarms blaring everywhere and smoke. "Wait a minute..." Harley says. Her eyes light up as she realizes it. "We're getting out of here!!" she says cheerfully. My eyebrow furrows.

"What are you talking about??" I ask her.

"This is a typical scheme of Joker's. He's done it before, I'd put money on it that he's here to get you."

"Okay, so where in this equation do you come in?" I ask her.

"Well, I need to get out so I can go back to the girlfriend, so I'm gonna ride your coat tails out of here! I don't want anything to do with you or J, but if you guys don't help me escape, someone might accidentally tell someone where his mansion is, compromising the both of yas." she draws out. This bitch is CRAZY. I roll my eyes.

"Okay, let's hope you're right." I say with a sigh. A few moments later, as guards in black SWAT suits were shouting, I see the letters JKR appear outside of our cell and then the door click open. The guard was watching me, completely ignoring Harley, and comes over to me. He pulls off his mask, still leaving on the helmet, and I see that familiar face. He smiles widely and snakes an arm around me, holding me tight against him.

"Miss me, dollface?" he says cockily. He leans his face to kiss me, but I yank my hand up and bring it across his face with a crisp slap. He just holds his lip at first and stares off. "Mmm. Might deserve that just a bit." he says.

"C'mon let's go you idiot." I say, stepping out of his hold and walking towards the exit. "Oh, and we have company for this little escape." I tell him. He furrows his eyebrow at me and then follows the direction of my pointing figure. His eyes widen when he sees Harley.

"You??"

"Me!!" she giggles out, jumping to her feet and making her way to the door. J looks at me and I shoot him a glare.

"Shut up, we'll talk later." I say and he just stays silent and follows me out.

We make our way out of the asylum silently. Well, not Harley; she was giggling the whole way. She would not shut up. I was still livid with J and I knew he was itching to throw some little temper tantrum over me bringing Harley along.

Once we got outside the asylum, Harley turned to the both of us. "Well, it was nice seeing ya! Well- one of ya at least. Tootles!" she says before turning and skipping off down the street. I just shake my head and jump in the back of the truck that J and his men had brought.

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Once I got out of my 30 minute shower, I stood in the mirror and continued grooming myself. My hair was a MESS and I had not been properly groomed the whole time I was in there. J came in and wrapped his arms around my waist and I quickly smacked them off. "Oh c'mon dollface. What's the hostility for, huh?" he asks me, making eye contact with me in the mirror.

"The hostility is for the asshole with green hair who's standing to my right." I say sharply, still pulling knots out of my hair. He sits quietly for a minute, thinking about what to say.

"So. Still mad about the stunt I pulled at Maroni's, huh?"

"YES!" I shout at him.

"But I got you out of Arkham!!" he retorts.

"I wouldn't have even been in Arkham if you didn't leave me. And for almost 2 weeks, mind you." I snap at him.

"Oh c'mon doll, you know how long it took to find you?? I had to kill half of Maroni's men because I thought they had you. I didn't believe that they left you for the cops." he says in a soft, almost pleading tone. I stop messing with my hair and cross my arms, spinning around, so my hip is leaning against the bathroom counter and I am now facing him.

"Really?" I ask him in a skeptical tone. His eyes intensify as he leans forward.

"Yes, doll, I wiped out 15 of his guys for you. And I would've knocked off another 15 if I had to." he says. Something about his cold eyes and jackass demeanor usually made it hard to point out if and when he was lying or not being serious, but something about this time, I could tell he was being serious. "Doll, me and my men were digging up everything we could to find out where you were the whole time. Every single day." he says as he takes my hands and kisses them gently. "It wasn't until I blackmailed a police informant that he told me they took you to Arkham." he says.

"You were being a dick to me the day I got taken and now you want me to believe that you were pining for me?" I say skeptically. He lightly throws his head back before looking at me again.

"I know! I felt guilty about it- and I never feel guilty, doll! Doll, please, work with me here." he says. He then squats down and looks up at me. "You tell me what needs to be done for your forgiveness and it's done." he says as he holds the back of my hand against his still lips. I sigh for a moment and then think about it.

"Gotta tattoo gun still?