Harley's P.O.V

This isn't Right! He's meant to be dead! Bats killed 'em. Every last bit of that evil thing! I don't want him. I don't need him. I certainly don't want to speak to him. Why couldn't Batman do his job properly for once! Yes, he'll lock up every villain in the city, but of course, as we do, escape again and again and again. Surely he must be sick of following all of us around like sticky two year olds?

Hey, when did Ivy get here?

Must've been just now, since I've been plastered to the wall for a good while, staring at the venom eyes drooping.

"Ah, so nice to see you Harley!" he cooed , blowing fake kisses. I seriously think someone glued me to this wall, as i cannot move an inch, without ripping out my lungs, heart, kidneys and liver.

"Lets not say we've been expecting you, we thought you'd make a runner first." Two-Face sneered, as Ivy glared at him.

My eyes looked back at the clown who was now fidgeting with the handcuffs on my wirsts.

I saw Catwoman glance in the corner of my eye, panicking.

Ivy still had her orbs set on the guy she slept with not so long back. Less of the romantic look in her eyes, more like death.

I need to get out of here, with Sel and ivy aswell, lets see...five guards (henchmen of the Joker im guessing) blocking all exits, which include a window, the door we came through and a vent. Joker and Two-face- was that scarecrow? Yes, probably. They were talking, not so quietly but not so loudly.

Where is Batman when you need him?

"Harley!" Ivy shout-whispered to me, her red curls static on her shoulders. My eyes darted to where Ivy was, Selina just infront.

"Harls, you okay?" I nodded, my eyes glancing back of the piece of work that brought me to this kind of life.

"Ahh, Harley-girl!" He said walking towards me, casually as the most wanted serial killer in the world was a simple prison guard, not a prisoner.

I gave him my darkest glare, hoping in would burn a hole through that physco head of his.

I guess I could of killed him? When I was with him all that time? Nah, he would of got to it first, im suprised he didnt kill me actually.

Spoke to soon.

He grabbed the side of my head hard, gripping my hair which was now messy and needed washing, the red and black colour fading from the blonde. He got out a thin long knife, dangling near my face, I dont know what I looked like, scared? shocked? or maybe , did I just expect this?

Probably.

But I didnt expect what was coming next.

He took the knife, heading for my face, at first I thought he was going to give me that same smile he had always worn as the Joker, that one though was a scar, a scar that would last Forver.

He didnt give my mouth a scarred smile, no.

He gave my stomach one.

I screamed.

He laughed.

Ivy striked him in the head, I dont know how her handcuffs came undone.

But thankfully they did, otherwise another part of my body could have got a matching scar.

I dont if he had stabbed me again, this pain felt like a thousands daggers.

Very painful.

The next thing you know, he a bunch of real guards charged into the room, they probably heard my scream, or his laugh, both were to the pitch. Joker, scarecrow and Two-face aimed there guns at the guards, as the GCP were called, along with Batman no doubt.

Less than thirty secounds later, Commissar Gordon and friends flew into the room (which could hold no more than fifty people) with all their guns out. Now we were waiting for Batman, not to lure him into a trap, but for help...proper help.