I'll Just Do It Myself
Harley hung on her swing, watching the doors, waiting for the guards to come. They always do, no matter what she does and "play" with her. Oh, how she wished her puddin' would get her out of this place. She imagined him bursting in, with big explosions, and guns blazing, Tearing through the guards that came rushing in. He'd do some fantastic move to get the cage open and the ceiling would cave in, with a helicopter waiting above to pull them out. But to no avail, her fantasies didn't come true. For months she endured the pain and suffering of Belle Reve. Harley could have sworn the voices in her head grew louder and louder everyday, she was with out him. Pammy helped, too. Maybe she could free, her... if she's not in Arkham. Harley missed Ivy, and to be honest she wanted to stay with her Red, but Mister J wouldn't let her. She's Just a stupid little doll to him.
Finally she decided, 'If Mistah J wouldn't save me, I'll just do it myself!' She slid down from her swing and called out for Griggs. "Hey Griggs I got somethin' for ya!"
Over the intercom a voice spoke up, "We ain't falling for your tricks clown girl."
"Aww, but I ain't trickin' ya. Just let Griggs-y through the door and I'll show ya!"
Minutes later the door opened, letting Griggs in. "I heard you has something for me, Harls."
Harley grinned, "'Course I do. It's this!"
Griggs had his gun drawn in seconds, which was his first mistake. She reached through the bars and snatched the gun from his hands. She felt the slight buzz of electricity as she pulled her arm back. Harley shot him, once in the shoulder and once above each knee. He screamed in pain, making Harley laugh.
"Jeez, it's just a joke. I ain't gonna kill ya... Yet." She shot the lock, breaking it, and kicked open the door. "Bye-bye, Griggs-y."
Alarms blared as Soon as Harley got out of the cage.
"Dammit! Why can't anything be simple!" She continued to run, the voices getting louder.
'Why are you even trying to escape? It isn't even like Mistah J will want cha back.'
'You have nowhere to go. Just give up now.'
"No! My puddin' will take me back! He always does!"
'Give up now!'
'He doesn't love you!'
"Get outta my head! Get out!" At that moment Harley broke. She sunk to the floor clutching her head trying to get the voices to stop.
"We found her!" A guard called out. The rest of the SWAT team ran up to surround her. They were hesitant to restrain her, seeing Harley curled in a ball, her crazed laughter filling the halls.
"Go on! She's Just a little girl. Nothing to be afraid of." The head member said.
"Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha!" Harley couldn't stop. They didn't understand how scared they should be.
"Monsters are real, and ghosts are real, too. They live inside us, and sometimes they win."
-Stephen King