Source: http://kaloomte-cassy.deviantart.com/art/Wonderfully-Obsessed-Male-Harley-Quinn-x-Reader-543508764
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Was it better if you kept pretending you didn't remember?

"Ha! Ya thought ya could get away that easily, didn't ya?."

A body lay on the floor at his feet. He ignored the puddle of blood he constantly stepped on as he slowly edged over to the corpse. The huge mallet dragged on the floor nearly taking away the bloodshed it caused earlier. But how could you forget it? Blood drops still clung to the deadly weapon. It was so gruesome and terrifying. You constantly asked yourself why didn't do something. It didn't make any sense. Then again, you didn't' quite know who you were. Only he did. Your whole semblance of self was based on what he said.

Watching him swing his mullet around for it to swing and rest on his shoulder, you could only stand there in wonder. It always amazed you how strong he was to carry a weapon twice his size.

"Serves ya right, mista'. No one makes a pass at my Doll and gets away with it- that is if ya had hands to begin with!" He proceeds to laugh and its deep sound nearly makes you want to laugh with him. Almost.

He turns to you, raising an eyebrow. "Wassup, Doll? Doncha think that's funny?"

It's hard to stare into his ice-blue eyes without now obviously seeing the insanity reigning within them. What's more frightening is that he wasn't the type of crazy that could be easily manipulated. Oh no, it was much worse. In that twisted mind lie a genius that coolly calculated every move with the guise of being clinically insane.

'Was that always there?'

Every step you took could easily mean the continuance of your life...or death.

"I'm sorry, Babe. I can't laugh when I'm always thinking the Batman, who's always on our tail." The statement wasn't a complete lie. Half-truths weren't lies; maybe.

"Oh." He noticeably relaxes. It seemed something he wanted to keep hidden did. "Is that all yar worried about? Well, don't be scared! I'm right here. No one, and I mean no one is gonna take ya away. Not even Bats."

You take comfort in his words despite him wrapping an arm over your shoulders. His grasp is a little too tight than what he usually does. It slips your mind how possessive he looked when he said no was going to take you away.

'Maybe he just wants to protect me.' You would reason to yourself. After all, he has taken care of you for nearly nine months. His story of rescuing you when you desperately needed it, always made your heart grow its own set of wings.

Sometimes his hand would lightly rub over the place where your nine-month old head injury was. You yourself would notice a dip on the side of your cranium everytime you washed your scalp. Hale told you time and time again it was because of the Batman punching the side of your head. Naturally you accepted this truth. Not because you were helpless, but because Hale was the only one that was there when you woke up.

Who could deny their savior?

As time went by, Hale grew more attentive. He started following where you went, saying villains had to be extra careful of the Batman. When you asked if you were a villain, he would cheerfully reply,

"Of course and ya are my Doll!"

It never occurred to you that you were being lied to. Not only for your supposed occupation, but your whole livelihood.

Your eyes flicked upward to see a mostly starless sky, illuminated only by the bright city lights of Gotham. You really hoped Batman wouldn't come. Perhaps Ivy was keeping him busy. The thought of Ivy tangling Batman with her weeds and hanging him by his ridiculous bat ears made you giggle.

"Whacha laughin' at?"

Abruptly you stopped before restarting your giggling. "I'm just thinking that maybe Batman hasn't showed up yet is because Ivy is probably hanging him by the ears."

Hale didn't waste no time guffawing at your comment. The man was practically in tears. "Ahaha! Doll, now that's funny! Imagine Bats like that. I would love to hit 'em with my mallet like a piñata!"

The thought was disturbing and took some edge off your innocent laughter. 'I wonder where you get these ideas, Hale.'

Just as you thought Hale was going to take you back to your shared home, aka an abandoned but Joker-themed warehouse where he and the Joker used to plot everything together before Joker got killed via Batman, he took your chin. His grin would have been menacing to some if not for your time spent together.

His face loomed over yours, leaving none of the surrounding overhead lights to illuminate your face. Déjà vu coursed into your mind. Why was this so familiar?

"I'm so glad I have ya."

The air around you got sucked in your lungs, making it taut. You froze. 'I remember! I-I remember what you did to me!'

The mallet. Batman. A shout. Knife slicing. Hale's grin. Hero. That horrible sentence. Your fear. Mallet swinging down. Pain. Your hand touching your head. Blood. Hero. More yelling. Blurred images. A tug of your chin. His sentence. Hero. Snickering. Darkness. That sentence:

"I'm so glad I have ya~."

This proved too much. This monster was holding onto you, pretending you and him were best buds. Possibly even lovers! Though he had never once (though he was close several times) kissed you, there was a palpable attraction between the both of your persons.

'Disgusting! I will free myself from you, freak!'

Hale's arm was wretched away from you. Your quickness caused Hale's strength to momentarily lapse. It nearly pained you to watch Hale's carefree, smiling expression quickly changed to one of confusion.

"Doll?"

"Get away from me! Yo-You monster!" There was no more room for his insanity or deceit. He had been lying to you from the very beginning. "You were the one that gave me this head wound! Everything from being a villain and being your partner-in-crime was all a lie!" It gave you satisfaction to see his dumbfounded face. "At first, I believed you but everything slowly pieced together. I saw the cracks beneath that grinning face, your thirst for bloodshed, and that mallet. However nothing would have come full circle until you tugged my chin like that." Hale gripped his mallet tighter. "Then that's when I knew. That this was a lie. A beautifully executed lie."

Your rant echoed through the alleyway and shivering the blood puddle, which was drying to a darkening red.

Hale had his head down. His bangs perfectly shadowed his chiseled face and the light blanched his skin. He could have looked like a (good-looking) zombie until he gradually lifted his head. Thinking his expression would turn angry, you prepared for his wrath when he laughed.

'Laugh? Why is he laughing?'

"Hah! Ya really think I didn't know this would happen? No, Honey. I anticipated it." He leaned toward his mallet, still frustratingly grinning. "Ya have a lot to learn- Hero." He whispered the word, but said it loud enough for you to hear it.

"I...am a hero?"

"Pfft. Try 'were', Doll. Ya aren't a hero, anymore. You're my partna'."

"N-No!" This will not happen! If you were a hero, then that means Hale Quinn was your nemesis. "I will not be your partner anymore! You tricked me after I lost my memory. I will not be your pet any longer! Villian!" Trying to remember your power, your mind flashed to Batman.'That's right! Batman was my mentor before Hale captured me. I had a superpower... but what was it?' In your contemplation, you failed to notice Hale running toward you; mallet in hand.

"Sorry, Baby. I can't have ya remembering everythin' just yet."

A gasp flew from your lips and the next thing you remembered was your hand contacting his face. Frankly it surprised you that your punch caught him at all. Sadly, Hale only cracked his neck and wipe some scarlet blood off his lip.

"Not bad. You improved so much after last time we fought!" He happily sighed before pursing his lips, "But ya still need to remain my partna', which means ya can neva rememba yar powa'. I wish I didn't have to do what's next." He became regretful when you started to run from him again except this time he successfully swung forward.

The next memory you had after being grabbed and cradled into Hale's warm chest was his chilling statement.

"I will neva let go of ya. Not even if ya run."

Something light was pressed onto your face and your eyes slipped back into your head.

'What did I do...to become the object of his obsession?'

~~~EL FIN~~~