...I find it very,very,easy to be true…

Yes, I'll admit that I'm a fool for you...

He could smell her scent from miles away. Sweet cherries and bubblegum, usually with the slightest hint of blood. This isn't the first time she's ran, and it won't be the last. She thinks she can outsmart him. She thinks she is smarter. It's pathetic really. What a pathetic, worthless creature. So much potential. Such a waste. He knew where she was. Same spot as always, hiding in the dresser.

Cute.

"Oh pooh bear, pumpkin pie!", he said as sweetly as possible. He heard her sniffling, trying to hold in a sob. He let out a laugh, gave a nice smile. What a handsome man he was, what a kind, giving man. "Harley...pooh bear…..", he says once more. If she doesn't put up a struggle, maybe she can get off with a warning.

She finally made the smartest decision and came out of the dresser. Her frail body covered in purple bruises, still blossoming along the sides of her neck. Her cheeks were stained with tears, her nose red and eyes puffy. She held a teddy bear in her small hands, clutching it for dear life. She could be mistaken for a small child.

She stumbled towards him as he looked down upon her, seeming pleased with himself. She always comes crawling back to him.

"M-mistah J…", she cried out, running into his arms, begging for forgiveness. "Please J, forgive me, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

She clung onto him like her life depended on it. He smiled that same smile. Every time, it was that smile, the one he had when he knew he was in control. He gently rubbed her back, and decided she had enough punishment for the day.

"Oh Harls,you poor, poor baby. Daddy forgives you. But when little girls are bad, they must be punished. You understand, right pooh bear?".

She nodded quickly, wiping her tears. "Yes sir, I promise never to talk back ever again. I'll be a good girl, I promise."

With her head buried in his chest, her crying, begging him for forgiveness. She felt love and fear, and he felt power and control. He was her master, her owner. She was his property. Only he could hurt her. Only he could make her feel safe. She would give up her life for him, this man who abused her, who beat her until she was an inch from death.

He laid her down gently in their bed. She let out a sigh of relief as her cheek hit the pillow. He kissed her lightly on her bruised shoulder.

"Goodnight, my harlequin. And remember, you are daddy's favorite toy."

He exited the room, and Harley felt a warm feeling in her chest, one that made her smile. She knew she was his favorite, that she was special to him. She was glad to be owned by him, and this was just a reminder that she needs to be a good girl for her puddin, to always respect him. She would be better. She'd make him so proud. With that smile still on her face, Harley Quinn fell into a deep sleep, dreaming of her and her puddin painting gotham red.