"Get up. You're leaving." I had been asleep and now I was groggy.

"Fuckkkk offf Batsy." He roughly tied my hands together behind my back with rope and picked me up, like the Joker had in the vat only this time I protested, kicking and punching him wherever I could.

"Do you want me to drug you?" He asked, looking down at me with disgust.

"Naw."

"Then shut up." I sighed and looked around as he carried me through the chamber. The place was bare like my cell, just an old couch and an ancient looking tv in the corner.

I laughed.
"You're in biiiiig trouble Batsy. My J is coming to get you and he'll kill you."

"Shut up." Looked like the Bat wasn't up for a conversation.

He carried me through three doors, each painted black with amateur skill. Finally we went through one wooden door, and the light hit me with all the force it had.
"FUCK!" I shaded my eyes, curling up in Batman's arms to get away from the light. I rubbed my eyes furiously. He stopped and I stopped. I turned and looked at what he was looking at. A car, solid black and shiny with tinted windows. I cursed inwardly. These were the jokers enemies. And once they had me I was practically screwed. No matter. I was capable of killing them. Or at least driving them insane with my insanity.

"You're as good as killing me Batman. And don't that go against your morals?" I drawled. 

"I'm not the one killing you. They might, they might not, it doesn't matter to me either way." Batman put me down gently and I resisted the urge to punch him. He leant over to the window of the car and the person inside rolled it down. If it was a person. They talked, muttering, heads together, while I paced, bound with this stupid rope. I flexed my fingers, trying to wiggle my way out. The binds were good though, Batman sure knew how to tie a knot. I wondered what they were talking about.

"Boooys, are you talking about me? You know, it's rude to talk to someone behind their back. Talk to my face, you cowards." Batman spun around.

"Shut up. I mean it now."

"You didn't mean it before? Oh Batsy you're so cute, we would have been good together if, well, if I wasn't insane and if you weren't so, so serious all the time. That's why I have my Joker. He's coming you know."

"That's what I'm counting on." He said it just under his breath but I still heard it. I shut up and smiled. The back door of the car opened, and Batman pushed me in.

"Hey!" He didn't reply and I glared at him as he shut the door. The car smelled like cologne and metal. An odd mix. There was a wire barrier inbetween the back and the front passengers.

"HEY YOU LISTENING YOU ASSHOLES?" There was no answer. I sat back in the leather seat, then twisted to look out the back window. I gasped. There was a bright green car coming this way, one that I knew.

"Joker" I whispered, smiling wildly. I turned back to the front "Yeah, he's coming for me you assholes, my Joker's coming for me." I screamed through the wire squares. But the car roared to life. "No, no no no no NO" The car inched forwards and then picked up speed, until we were roaring off. 

I caught a glimpse of Batman before he disappeared, gunshots ringing after him. The green supercar was speeding after us, and I could make out Frost at the wheel. I couldn't see the Joker anywhere. Did he come for me? Or just send his 'secretary' to come for me. I didn't know, and the car was speeding up. A shot fired and I heard a guy at the front swear. Good to know they could talk. Three more shots fired and one side of the car dropped to the ground. The wheel must have been shot. Bright sparks lit up the side window and I screamed as we skidded along the concrete, smoke heaving up around the car, blocking my view. 

I hit the side door with my fists and feet, the pink and blue tips of my pigtails flying forwards and backwards with each hit. The doors were locked, and the people in the front didn't look like they were going to open it anytime soon. The car skidded to a halt. I heard another car screech up beside it and shoot through the windows at the people in the front, who were returning the fire. I still couldn't see through the smoke, but I saw a flash of green. I smiled crazily. Yes, he's here. 

He appeared next to my window, head cocked to the side, top lip curled back to reveal the metal on his teeth. I placed both hands on the window and touched it with my top lip. Open it I mouthed. The sides of his lips curled up in a hint of a smile. I jumped back as he shot the door of the car. It didn't open. He shot the window and it shattered. I squealed with delight and dragged myself through the glass, cutting my stomach and thighs as I went. He looked at me, shocked, but grinned. I threw myself on him.

"Don't you like my new outfit J?" I asked, smiling seductively at him.

"You look...so good." He growled, before leaning his head down and kissing me. I closed my eyes and gripped the back of his neck, breathing him in, grabbing his green hair with my fingers. He looked at me and laughed manically.

"You know, you caused me...a lot... of trouble." I smiled.

"Isn't that what love's like?"

He tensed, and ran his fingers down to my midriff, before pressing his fingers deep into my wounds. I inhaled sharply, but didn't draw back. This was all part of the package. I leaned in to him, eyes open, a challenge to hurt me. With that he put me down, and dragged me back into his car, before slamming the door. Maybe he still didn't know what he felt, even if I did. I sighed. At least I knew he loved me now. I smiled and bit the top of my thumb. The Joker loved Harley Quinn.