Before she knew what was happening, someone picked her up from behind and started carrying her fireman style.

Following after the skipping and swaying form of the Joker, Harleen began to thrash on his shoulder, his grip tightened. She pounded her fists into his back. Nothing happened other than a few grunts of slight pain.

The tight grip he had on her became crushing keeping her in place. She struggled to breathe.

"Mistah J!?" She called.

"MISTAH J!?" She called frantically.

One of the thugs walked up behind her, he raised his fist.

Then she was out.

-----

Harleen was startled awake at the sound of a door being kicked in.

As her senses slowly returned to her she was dropped on an operating table, then one of the goons reached to strap her in. She kicked him in the head and he fell back. She got off but he was already up and the others were circling her.

She bunched her hands in her coat to stop them from shaking.

"This doesn't have to get ugly." The one in the panda suit said as if she wasn't in serious danger, Harleen would almost laugh.

He stepped forward hands out in a placating gesture.

Then one of the others grabbed her around the waist and tossed her back on the table.

The others surged forward strapping each of her limbs in the straps built in to the table.

Why would there be straps on the table?

Harleen's eyes widened as she saw what they wheeled through the door, she didn't have time to plead with the men who strapped her down when a voice interrupted.

"Whaat, do we have here?" Any protest she would have made died in her throat.

The lamp above her head switched on illuminating the room as well as blinding her. Then it was pushed aside and she saw Joker holding the electrodes in his hands when the black-spots in her vision faded.

"Wha-what ya gonna kill me Mistah J?" Her voice cracked. Desperation seeping in.

"Ohhhh-" He shook his head vehemently, shuffling his feet excitedly as she heard the hum of the machine. "I ain't gonna kill ya..." He leaned in close his face almost touching hers, rolling the electrodes almost teasingly close to her temples.

"I'm just gonna hurt ya - really, really - bad."

The pain lanced through her mind, her spine, it resonated through her entire body.

She closed her eyes as she heard a distant screeching high-pitched scream of pain.

Then she was sitting across from Warden Sharp in his office.

His mouth was moving, no sound was coming out. She couldn't hear anything.

She looked around the office. It was dull the walls and the ceiling grey, the only light was seeping through the window.

She turned back to Sharp he seemed angry, he was reaching under his desk and his hand came back up with a gun.

Harleen tried to move. The arms of the chair encircled her, its claws keeping her in place.

She opened her mouth but when she tried to plead with him nothing came out. Then Sharp's voice became audible.

"You stupid harlot! You beg me for that psycho and then all your colleagues are massacred. All because of you." The gun in his hand was being waved around haphazardly, his finger still on the trigger.

"You. You should be the one lying on the ground bleeding out! Not them."

The gun went off.

Then the chair was sinking into the ground the bullet missing her by inches.

The claws, ripping. Tearing. Shredding as they pulled her down and down.

An awful scratching noise following her into the void.

Then there was nothing.

-----

She surveyed her new surroundings it was an endless darkness. No light. No hope.

That's when she heard it. That laugh, but it was quite.

Hushed. Silenced, trapped, imprisoned, tortured.

She has to let it out.

"But why?" She questioned. "WHY?" Harleen demanded.

Then the scratching started again. Shadows reached for her cutting every piece of skin and fabric they touched.

She screamed. No sound left her. She screamed down the walls in her mind - No one can hear her, no one will help her.

The laughing came again. Louder - Closer.

So much pain. The voice was almost pitying. 

It'll all go away - Just. Let. Me. OUT!

Harleen's legs fell from beneath her, head in her hands.

"Leave me alone" She asked, defeated.

Let me out.

"Fine."

Suddenly hands gripped her shoulders, something breathing down her neck,

"Now - Harl, was that so hard?"

"Mistah J." She gasped amidst her broken sobbing.

"That's riiight." He singsonged. "Just you and me now - No one. Else matters."

"No one." Harley repeated. "Just you and me."

She could feel his smirk against her neck, he draped his arms around her and she felt another bolt of lightning pierce her mind.

Then he was gone.

Harleen was gone.