Quinn POV

"Quinn, please wake up your having a nightmare. Besides it's time for lunch. And before you go and say that your not hungry, remember what I said I would do if I have too. Please don't make me have to have an IV put in you."

"And who's going to do that? You?" I demanded angrily.

"No. I'll have Doctor Strange create the IV and the nutrients needed and set it up. Or perhaps Professer Crane, if the good doctor isn't available. But I'm sure that he will be."

"Over my dead body! There's no way I'm going to allow either one of those lunatics anywhere near me, let alone put an IV into me."

"Then you had best behave and start eating again. This whole starving yourself is not acceptable."

"And what if my body rejects the food?"

"Then it's time to speak with the good doctor. Because what your body is doing, it is slowly killing you. I won't let that happen! I won't loose you Quinn. Do you want to die? Do You want to leave me, so you can be with your precious Jerome?" Jeremiah says bitterly.

"No I don't. I don't care if you don't believe me but I'm not getting sick on purpose." I reply with tears in my eyes.

"Shhh. Don't cry my love. I believe you." Jeremiah kisses my neck sending shivers down my spine.

Despite his reassurance I cry into his chest. "I want to eat. I don't know my body is refusing food."

"Shhhh we will figure this out. Perhaps your subconscious knows why your body is behaving the way it is, why it keep rejecting food. You seemed like you were having a bad dream when I woke you up. Do you want to talk about it?"

"I dreamt that there were three of me. One was dressed like a doctor, another was dressed like a court jester and the other one's outfit was quite provocative and definitely not something that I ever be seen wearing."

"Oh? Care to elaborate?"

"Forget it you pervert, I'm not going to tell you what she was wearing." I reply beginning to blush.

Jeremiah sighs. "Spoil sport. Tell me Quinn, what type of soup would you like to try to eat today? Beef stew? Broccoli and cheese? Minestrone? Pea? Chicken noodle? Italian wedding? Ramen?"

"I'll try the chicken noodle."

Jeremiah smiles at me and then nods. "I'll go make you a bowl right now. I'll return shortly."

"Promise you'll be back?"

"Of course my love." Jeremiah replies kissing my cheek. I can tell based on the look that he's giving me that he longs to do more but is holding back for my sake. For that, I am grateful.

I couldn't help it I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep once more. "Dr. Quinnzel are you here?"

"What can I do for you today Miss Young?"

"Your a certified doctor right?"

"I'm a certified psychologist. Why?"

"My body has been refusing food and I don't understand why. I can't seem to keep anything down."

"You chose not to eat for a while am I correct?"

"Yes, but I knew that starving myself wouldn't solve my problems so I decided to return to eating. However, every time I eat I vomit."

"Your stomach has been in basically what's considered asleep mode for a while. Your going to need to take things slow. Start with a broth and then slowly over time introduce more foods. It could also have to do with your PTSD. From what I understand, based on what you have told me, Jeremiah is the cause of your PTSD returning."

"What do you mean?"

"The choice that he forced you to make broke not only your heart but your spirit as well."

"But why did he do it?"

"That's something that your going to have to ask him. Now, let's talk about Bella."

"It broke my heart having to leave her at Arkham, especially knowing that I was leaving her with that horrible Dr. Strange..."

"Hold on, did you say Dr Strange? As in Doctor Hugo Strange? What could possibly be wrong with leaving her with him? He's one of the most brilliant scientist and devoted doctors that I know. If you left Bella with him, then I'm sure that there is nothing to be concerned about. Dr. Strange would never hurt anyone."

"I don't know which Dr your talking about, but the doctor I'm referring to is a monster. He does cruel and inhumane experiments on the patients left in his care. Who knows what horrible things he maybe subjecting Bella too."

"He hasn't told you yet has he? About Bella?" The Harlequin wearing the jesters outfit asks.

"What about Bella?"

"Oh no you don't. She has to learn the truth on her own, and in her own time. We can't interfere in her timeline."

"Aww come on, what's the harm in telling her the answer? I mean, that's why we are here isn't it? To help her cope with what this Jeremiah guy forced her to do?"

"HARLEEY!" Came the angry yell of a man in a purple tuxedo.

Harlequin's eyes went wide and you could see the fear in them as the man approached but she quickly masked it. "Uh-oh. Hi Mr. J." Harlequin replies shifting nervously.

"Don't hi Mr. J me! We are leaving!" A man in a purple tuxedo and green hair replies grabbing Harlequin by roughly by the wrist.

"But Mr. J, she needs my advice." Harley replies pointing to me.

"She needs your advice? Don't be ridiculous! Why would anyone need your advice? Your just a nobody. A side kick, definitely not someone to be taken seriously." Then spotting me, this man lets go of Harlequin and runs his fingers thought his hair. "Well hello gorgeous! And you are?"

"Not interested." I reply with a frown.

"It's the scars isn't it? They tend to unnerve people. Would you like to know how I got them? It's a fascinating story."

"To be honest, I don't really care. Why do you let him talk to you like that?" I asked choosing to ignore him and talk directly to Harelquin.

"Well, cause He's my Puddin, and besides, he doesn't mean anything by it. I know he loves me. Isn't that right Puddin?"

"Of course I do Pooh." The man replies patting her on the head causing her to give a squeal of happiness. However, but I could tell that his answer held no real emotions behind it. "So, what's this big issue that you have to help this beautiful young woman, deal with?" He asks flashing me a smile.

"That isn't something that I want to discuss. Especially in present company. Who are you anyway?"

"This is Mr. J. Mr. J meet Miss Young. She's having trouble processing a decision that she was forced to make. It has broken her sprit and the doctor, the other Harley, and I are trying to help her cope with it. Can I stay and help? Please Mr. J?" Harelequin begs. "Please..."

"Oh alright, someone bring me up to speed on the situation. The faster we solve this problem, the faster we can return home. We can't leave the babysitter home alone with our Baby for too long, You know how the little one gets. If we are gone too long she will think that we've abandoned her or worse."

"What's worse then thinking that she's been abandoned?"

"She might start panicking thinking that the police might have succeeded in making us go bye bye. So someone bring me up to speed, now! The more time we waste standing around chit chatting, the more likely my baby will have a panic attack."

"It's simple really, Miss Young is dealing with a severe case of PTSD."

"What happened to patience Doctor confidentiality?" I replied sarcastically.

Dr. Quinzel read over her notes choosing to ignore my last statement and continued as if no one else was with us. "In our last session, we discovered that you had developed feelings of hate towards Bella. Tell me Miss Young, are you still experiencing those type of feelings?"

"No. The only thing I've been feeling lately is regret for the choice that I made. The truth is, I don't think that I am good for her. I can't be the mother she deserves."

Dr. Quinzel adjusts her glasses as sighs. "That is a classic symptom of PTSD. Trust me, when I tell you, Bella is not better off without you. You are the only female to ever really care about her. Your the only real mother she's ever known. Don't take that away from her just because you feel inadequate. It would be a quite selfish and cruel thing to do to that sweet little girl."

"But doesn't Barbara care about Bella?"

"Actually, Barbara wants Bella dead."

"I'm sorry She what? Why?"

"Just as Bruce is Ra's heir Bella is Barbara's heir. She knows that Bella is the only one who can kill her and take her throne."

"But Ra's never tried to kill Bruce."

"True, but that's because he wanted Bruce to kill him. Barbara on the other hand, wants to keep her power. So she's monitoring Bella. If at any point in time she thinks that Bella has become, or will become a threat, she won't hesitate to kill her. Though, knowing Barbara, rather then get her hands dirty she'll have one her of her lackeys do it."

"You mean like Tabs? I knew that I should have gotten rid of her when I had the chance."

"Why? Isn't Tabitha your friend?" The Doctor asks.

"Nope. I can't stand her. In fact, I'd go so far as to say that I hate her."

"And why would that be?"

"For being Galavan's and Barbara's lap dog, not to mention, how she treated Ivy and Bella."

"Well, she'll get what she deserves eventually." Says another version of me, who is wearing a white shirt with red stripes on the left sleeve and blue stripes on the right sleeve that said daddy's little monster across the front. She was sporting a pair of shiny red and blue shorts and a choker that said Puddin.

"Let me guess, your me?" The woman nod and "By the way, how can any of you be me? You doesn't look anything like me."

"Can I tell her?"

"Your going to tell her regardless of what I say, so go ahead."  Dr Quinzell replies with a sigh.

"I choose to wear this outfit to symbolize my love for Mr. J." The jester outfit wearing Harley Quinn replies.

"As for me it's complicated how about I just show you instead?" Suddenly memories flash through her mind. Memories that are not her own. (See video above). Also the memory of her breaking up with the Joker and wearing a new outfit (the underwear and bra)

"What was that?" I asked in complete confusion.

"Those were my memories explaining how I went from Dr. Harleen Quinzell to Harley Quinn and an explanation as to why my outfits change. I can tell that your confused. What part of my memories didn't you understand?"

"Why would You willingly jump into a vat of chemicals?"

"It was a  symbolic gesture. A way of showing that I was entirely devoted to my relationship with Mr. J."

"There are other way to show your devotion to someone then falling into a vat of toxic chemicals." Suddenly a conversation that took place between Jerome and herself flashed before her. A conversation that was eerily similar to this young woman's conversation with this Mr. J person. "No! I am not leaving you! You are NOT getting rid of me that easily!"

"Jerome why must you push me away? I have gone through multiple tests and each and every time I have proven that I love you. Why won't you accept it?"

"Yeah, yeah I got it." Jerome said rolling his eyes. "You just don't get it. I am NOT someone who is loved. I am an idea a state of mind. I execute my will, according to my plan and You Quinn and you as well Bella, are no longer a part of that plan."

"Please don't do this to Bella and I. Please let me in, I promise that I won't hurt you."

"Promise? Promise? What good are promises? Go away Quinn. I don't want anything to do with either one of you anymore."

"Don't do this..." Quinn's memories were interrupted when Harley cleared her throat.

"Look, I don't expect someone like you to understand. Besides, we aren't here to discuss my relationships. We are here because you can't deal with what you chose to do to Bella." Harley Quinn replies. Maybe she and I were more alike then I was willing to admit.

Dr. Quinzell could tell that I was still confused so she replied "Harley has what's called histrionic personality disorder."

"English please doctor."

"She has a mental disorder that effects the way she sees relationships and the way she behaves. It's actually quite complicated and we really don't have time to go into the details."

"Could be please get back to focusing on the issue at hand? Mainly, why she is having issues struggling with the decisions that she was forced to make concerning Bella? So you were forced to leave her behind. I fail to see what the problem is, it's really not that big of a deal."

"You didn't see the look on her face when I was forced to choose between her and my mother. I really didn't want to leave her behind, and it is tearing me up inside. But I couldn't leave my mother in that terrible place, and Jeremiah knew it. What makes matters worse, is that out of nowhere Bella started acting like a baby and calling me mommy. I felt as if my heart and soul were breaking. Especially, when I was forced to say all those terrible things to her. None of which were true."

"Ahh, but who's fault is it that Bella began acting like a baby again? Need a hint? It's a type of fish and it's someone who has caused you a lot of grief throughout your entire life." Mr. J asks with a smirk that I was dying to wipe off his face.

"Molly." I replied through gritted teeth.

"That's right. Give the girl a prize she can be taught." Harley replies semi sarcastically. "Your  so called sister Molly, told Bella that if she returned to her toddler mindset that you might change your mind about leaving her behind."

"But Molly knew that I had no choice. She knew that I had to leave Bella behind. Why would she do something like that?"

"Beats me."

"Molly knew that I was planning on returning for Bella. However, when I learned that she had betrayed me my body couldn't take anymore heartbreak and I fainted. I can't believe that I was stupid enough to believe that Molly really wanted to mend our relationship. That she wanted to be true sisters."

"She betrayed and lied to me not once but multiple times in one day. That's not what big sisters are supposed to do! She is such a selfish dog! I hate her! I HATE HER! I HATE HER!" I screamed violently tossing and turning in the bed. At this Mr. J burst into laughter and I glared angrily at him. "What's so funny?!"

"You. But all jokes aside, we really do need to wrap this up. We can't afford to replace another babysitter we've had what, at lest 15 already?"

"I lost count. What? Why is it so hard for you to believe that Mr. J and I have a daughter? Would you like to see our precious Babydoll?" Harlequin said handing me a photograph.

"I'm sorry what did you just say?"

"What's the problem now? I said, would you like to see a picture of our precious Babydoll?"

"WHAT?" I say in shock as I stare down at a picture of Bella.

"Now what?" Harleyquin demands irritatedly.

"Is this Bella?"

"Maybe it is, maybe it isn't, what's it too you?" Mr J asks with a smirk. I frown I really hate this guy. "She is Bruce Wayne's baby sister. We kidnapped her, brainwashed her, and now she's the perfect baby. Well, minus the temper tantrums." He says with a chuckle. "Anyway, enough about us."

"Can I meet her?" I ask pleadingly.

"No. You need to face the truth. You need to face your Babydoll not live in a fantasy world with our Babydoll. So let's face the facts shall we? The cold harsh truth Quinn, is that You've already come to terms with what you were forced to do. Your body rejecting food has nothing to do with that. Isn't that right, Dr?"

"Yes."

"Then why?"

"It's quite simple really, your afraid."

"I'm sorry, I'm what?"

"Your afraid. That's why your so accepting of Jeremiah isolating you from others. Your afraid to face Bella again. Your afraid that Bella won't forgive you. That's what's breaking your heart, not the choice you were forced to make, but rather the consequences of that choice. You love Bella far more willing to admit. The thought that your relationship with her won't ever mend, that's what's hurting you."

"You believe that Bella could never forgive you for what you've done, You've convinced yourself that Bella's life would be better off without you in it, and that is what is breaking your heart. You don't want to live in a world where your not a part of Bella's life. So your choosing to give up rather then fight, which, is rather pathetic if you ask me." Mr J states.

"Yeah well, who asked you?" I demanded angrily.

"It's too bad that you can't enter our universe. You'd make a wonderful mother to my little angel. Definitely a lot better of a mother then that blond bimbo over there." Me. J says nodding in Harlequin's direction.

"Now hold on just a cotton pick'n minute! I thought I was your Pooh bear, Puddin." Harlequin said with a pout.

"First of all, I told you, don't call me Puddin. Secondly, don't ever contradict me." Mr. J replies backhanding Harlequin causing her to fall to the ground.

At this my eyes flash in anger, "mind if I borrow that?" I ask pointing to Harley Quinn's baseball bat.

"Be my guest." Harley replies tossing it towards me.

Soon I find myself pummeling this Joker as I had done Galavan. Once I had exhausted my energy I dropped the bat. To my surprise He lay there laughing. "Now there's the Quinn that my doppelgänger in your  universe knows and loves. Go, go fight for your little girl. As for me and Harley, we've been away from our precious little babydoll for too long."