So I'm terrified. It happens every time I enter a new fandom. Not necessarily joining the fandom but definitely posting something. I don't know how this is going to go but as Harley has found a piece of my mind to tear apart, I need to abide by her so she doesn't completely shred it.

I hope you enjoy this...I'm gonna go hide from Harley and Joker now.

They're both fun and terrifying to play with.

Chapter 1

"No," she whispered, staring at the small metal bowl and dry washcloth that sat just outside her immediate prison cell. Just beyond that, a fresh pair of detention scrubs with a pair of fuzzy pink slippers on top.

It wasn't that Harley didn't want clean clothes or her pink slippers back, it was the action that Griggs wanted her to perform that rubbed her the wrong way. After everything he had done to her already, this should have been nothing. Still… She shook her head and wrapped her arms around her legs, pulling them in tightly. It was one thing when Mistah J made her do things; it was quite another with Griggs forced her to.

"Do you want this back?" Griggs asked, holding the small cappuccino cup that accompanied the machine in her cell. It was the only cup she had. He took it the last time he personally came to pay her a visit, much to her dismay. His visits…any visits really…Harley didn't want to think about them.

Her espresso machine was the only good thing that came out of Task Force X. She missed having caffeine pumping through her veins. For some absurd reason, it kept her calm. The book was nothing more than a consolation prize to her. It was nice to have but she could certainly live without it. Griggs had brought it to her after his second visit, before things really started to escalate.

Just do it.

The voices. Why did the voices have to keep coming back? She shuddered. Why did her mind have to wander so much? Why couldn't it just stay still for crying out loud?! Actually, what she really needed was for it to shut off and give her some peace but she knew it would never allow for that. No sense in her torturing herself when there were plenty of sick individuals to do it.

She grabbed the washcloth and dipped it in the cold water. A shiver made its way down her spine. Griggs smiled, knowing well that he had won the battle. At least she let him think that, for now.

She hissed as she tried to clean the burn marks on her wrists. They were going to scar; there was no doubt about that. Electricity had that ability. They looked worse now than they had two and a half weeks ago. Harley wasn't sure how that was possible but given that the water was really the only form of first aid she had access to, she supposed it was possible. Once she had finished with her wrists, she wiped down her neck, trying to get rid of the sweat that had been accumulating for the past few days. But that's it. She wasn't willing to give Griggs anything else. She tossed the washcloth back in the bowl, letting it make a small splash.

"You kept asking for play time and you're not holding up your end of the deal," Griggs said, kicking the clean uniform and pink fuzzy slippers over.

"Never asked for this," Harley muttered, referring to all the incidents that the last month had put her through since coming back to Belle Reve. She pulled the loose articles into her cell. She'd change later. "Now give me my cup back!"

"You haven't earned it back. You need to earn it," he told her.

He approached her cell and dangled her prized possession in front of her. Harley reached through the bars to make a grab for it, only to find it was an inch or so from her grip. He teased her more with the cup, taking enjoyment from the power he had over her. She tried to stretch her arm out further, unintentionally allowing Griggs an opening. He grabbed her neck and squeezed tightly.

"Now you're gonna watch," he stated.

Harley wasn't exactly sure what he meant by that. She was in a cage; he was outside it. But the last thing she expected was for Griggs to drop her cup and let it shatter on the concrete ground. Griggs tightened his fingers against Harley's neck and pulled her cheek into the bars, making sure it would leave a mark when he let go.

"Next time, you will give me exactly what I want and maybe, just maybe, I'll bring a replacement," he whispered into her ear.

As Griggs released her from his mild punishment, Harley dropped to the floor. She kept staring at her broken cup. It was all she could focus on. She already lost her Puddin'. That cup was the best thing she had now. Or did have. She waited until Griggs was completely out of her cell block before getting up.

At least she still had her espresso machine. That had to count for something, anything at this point.

"I'll get to use you again," she said softly, running her fingers along the beautiful chrome finishes. "Promise."

As stupid as it was, she wanted to hug her espresso machine, almost as if she was trying to tell it that all would be okay, even though she damn well knew it wouldn't. Not ever.

A loud explosion pulled Harley from her thoughts as a huge chunk of wall came flying at the northwest corner of her cell. She dropped to the floor and covered her head in a feeble attempt to protect herself.

It's not like it'll do you any good. You can't protect yourself. Just look at yourself.

"Shut up!" she screamed inwardly. Fucking voices.

The guards swarmed around her cell as gunfire sounded in every direction. The guards that monitored her when Griggs wasn't around dropped to the ground like flies. The guards that swarmed in formed a barrier around her cage as three of them made their way to the locking mechanism of her cell. One held a power saw and put it to work on the lock. Sparks flew in every direction and Harley had to shield her eyes. She heard the lock break and watched as the door was pulled back. One guard made their way inside while the other stood in front of the door, blocking anyone from entering or leaving. The side of his uniform said JKR but Harley tried not to think too much into it. She didn't want to get her hopes up to have them crash down. Besides, this was probably some sick trick that Griggs must have thought of. It had to be. It would be just like him.

She stood up tentatively, holding onto the bars for grip as she regained her balance. If it was Griggs, she certainly wasn't going to give him any satisfaction by looking weak. She had to appear strong, resilient, even though she didn't feel like it. Then the man removed his mask, revealing pale white skin and blood red lips. Mistah J. It took Harley a moment to realize this wasn't a trick. This was real. He was really here.

"Puddin'!"

She threw her arms around him, needing to make sure he was real and this really was happening. It wasn't a side effect of medication or some hallucination her mind had concocted. But when she felt his finger rubbing her right between her shoulder blades, she knew it had to be him. There wasn't any doubt in her mind. Not anymore.

He won't want you anymore. Not after he finds out…

Harley squeezed her eyes shut as she hugged Mistah J tighter, digging her nails into his back, willing the voices to go away. Her Puddin' was here. He'd made the voices go away.

If nothing else, he would take her away from this sadistic place.

"Let's go home."