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Chapter Ten

Revelations


Scarecrow paced looking through several files, his watch, a calendar and
then paced again. It seemed even though his plans had been going quite well and
on schedule, something had him vexed.


�Sir.� One of Scarecrow�s henchmen had his head in the door.


�What is it?� He said without even looking towards him.


�Another successful bank heist has just come in. We�re far beyond
being in the black.� He reported.


�And what of Jane? Is there any news of her?� He asked.


�No. Just that she�s still in custody, and being kept under maximum
security.� He said.


Scarecrow threw his books from his desk across the room. �I NEED HER
BACK!!� He roared. �Her birthday is only a few days away, and I need her
HERE!�

Medical Advice


�We�ve examined her from her head to her feet, and run dozens of
tests.� The doctor said looking over his clipboard that held the results.


�What did you find out?� Commissioner Gordon asked.


�My professional opinion?� He began, �She�s nuts.� The
Commissioner arched a brow. �I�m not trying to be flip, but her mind has
been twisted and turned so much that she�s truly, and certifiably nuts.�


�Isn�t there anything you can do for her?� Gordon asked.


�Well, we�re flushing the chemicals out of her body, doing what we
can for her physically, but mentally . . . who knows.�


�She seems so . . . subdued� Gordon said with a sigh. �It doesn�t
seem like she�s a threat or a danger to anyone and is quite well behaved.
It�s much different then the last time we brought her in.�


�That�s because of the drugs she�s been given.� The doctor
immediately said, letting him know that he considered her quite the unknown
factor. �She could resume her dangerous behavior at anytime.�

Thoughts


Bruce sat thumbing through Harley�s file and Dr. Cranes personal
journals and notes yet again. He had done it hundreds of times, and no doubt
knew most of the records by heart and could recite them at will. Alfred was
doing his daily dusting of Bruce�s bookshelves when he glanced over seeing the
troubled look on the multi-billionaire�s face.


�Really, Master Wayne. Why do you continue to read these documents?
It�s not as though anything new has appeared in them since the last time
you�ve gone over them.� He said.


�One thing has.� Bruce said.


�Oh?� Alfred was a bit surprised to hear this.


�She�s going to be turning 18 in just a few days.� He said starring
into the pages of the file that he was studying. �Her 18^th birthday
is in less then a week.�


�Really?� Alfred said. �Well, at least now we know what her true
age is don�t we. That might help narrow the search down a bit further.�


�At this point, I doubt we�re ever going to identify who she truly
is. Just as we�ve never been able to identify the Jokers identity.� Bruce
said closing the ledger and tossing it on his desk. �I feel as though she�s
something more then we�re assuming. Two insane crime lords, after the same
insane young woman . . . but for different reasons.� Bruce stood up and walked
over to his window looking out over the city. �Crane is the only one in the
world who knows who this girl really is. His obsession with her is starting to
make me wonder why he chose her for his experiments in the first place.�


�Perhaps his grievance with her has gone beyond simple vengeance. Who
knows how things would be had he not lost his position at the asylum and was
never out of his reach.� Alfred suggested.


�She may not have survived as long if he hadn�t become an inmate
rather then the owner.� Bruce walked back to his desk and shook his head.
�To many civilians are getting hurt in the crossfire on this one Alfred. We�re going to have to take drastic measures.�


�What did you have in mind?�

Transfers


Gordon looked at his watch yet again, and sighed. �Is everything
ready?� He heard a familiar gruff voice behind him.


�Everything, and once again, against my wishes, Miss Harley has been
sedated to be moved.� Gordon was troubled about the whole affair, and it was
written plainly all over his face.


�What is it?� Batman asked.


�This is still a human being. No matter what she�s done, or who
she�s been abducted by?� Gordon offered.


�Yes. But she�s not an innocent victim. She was incarcerated for
murder to begin with.� Batman countered.


�She couldn�t have been more then 13 or 14 at the time she was first
imprisoned. Which means whatever the crimes she committed she would still have
been tried in a juvenile court.� Gordon sighed a little frustrated with the
situation, and with himself. He couldn�t pinpoint why he was taking this to
heart so. �She was tried, and she was declared insane before being sent to
Arkum.� The commissioner looked at the dark eyes behind the cowl. �The
treatment she received during her time in that �hospital� . . . .� Gordon
sighed again and shook his head, not even sure where he was going with his
speculation.


�I know.� Batman replied. �Rehabilitation was the goal of sending
her to Arkum in the first place. Instead she was turned into a lab rat and
abused beyond anything we can imagine. But she is still a criminal and she needs
to be treated as such. She�s incredibly dangerous which is something you
yourself have borne witness to.�


�I can�t help but think there�s still a chance that she could be
helped.�


�Maybe. If all goes as planned, she might be given such a chance. But
not here. Not in this city.� Time was running short and they needed to get
moving. �Everything ready?�


�As much as it can be.�

Questions Without Answers


�Maybe it would be a better idea just to let them keep her.� One of
Scarecrows lead henchmen suggested. �She�s been taken out of our hands
several times. If they want her so bad, why not just let them keep her?�


�She doesn�t belong to them. She belongs to me.� Scarecrow snapped.
�If only this bloody city could get that through their thick heads.� He
grumbled.


�Yeah but it�s not like she�s a huge asset. She was you�re body
guard until they snatched her this last time, but we have dozens that could
easily replace her . . . four or five at a time maybe?� The henchmen said
finding her to be a waste of time and energy.


�Hardly. You think 4 or 5 men can replace her� He scoffed. �Not
even with serious chemical modification could I turn them into Jane. She�s
agile, she�s strong, and she�s fast. Physical characteristics and prowess
that only she possesses.� Scarecrow checked the clip in his gun before
replacing it. �There�s not another soul in this universe that can compare to
her.�


The two henchmen standing behind them glanced at each other when hearing
the Scarecrow speak and seeing the far off look he got in his eyes as he spoke
to her. Apparently, the fact that Harley seemed to be nothing but trouble was
popular opinion in the Scarecrow�s ranks. But they didn�t dare press the
issue.


�Of all the times in this universe she could have been abducted, AGAIN,
this is probley the worst.� He said looking at his watch. �Her birthday is
just a few days away.�


�Throwing her a birthday party?� One of the men said in a flip
manner.


�Not exactly.�

Guarding Prisoners


Harley sat on a bench in the armored vehicle, her arms strapped together
at the elbows and wrists behind her back, and her feet shackled close together.
Her eyes starred straight across at the guard who was assigned to ride with her.
He held his gun across his lap, his finger on the trigger ready to fire should
she try to attack him or escape.


After a short while, it started to unnerve him, and he became very
uncomfortable. �What are you lookin� at?� He snapped at the young girl
sitting across from him. �Turn your eyes away before I snatch them out of your
face.�


She didn�t move, didn�t make a sound, didn�t even shift her eyes
and keep them on the guard.


It had been hours since they had been on the road. And some very rocky
and rough road at that. By now they had to be well out of the city. It was a
safe bet that they had successfully left Gothom behind, but they still hadn�t
reached their destination, wherever that was.


The guard was becoming tired, and his eyes started to close, only to
quickly jerk them open and shift about in his seat a bit. His eyes returned to
his prisoner, who still hadn�t moved or said a work since they had left. He
found himself starting to drift again, and his head sink slightly. Then he would
catch himself and jerk his head back with his eyes wide. He even took to
smacking himself every now and then to stay awake.


Finally, it seemed that exhaustion won out over whatever will power he
had, and his head sunk down and a slight snore caused him to jump and shift yet
again.


Yet the next time he opened his eyes, much to his dismay and horror, he
found Harley still starring at him, with her arms and ankles freed. He was
absolutely speechless, unable to explain how she could have gotten loose.


�Don�t be afraid.� Harley said in a soft voice, �I just wanna
play.�

Emergency


�I want checkpoints at every cross street between here and the crash
sight, notify every county�s police department in the surrounding areas and
fax them her profile . . . this young woman is very dangerous. Everyone should
use extreme caution.� Gordon explained before dismissing the room of officers
to see to their respective duty. The Commissioner started to gather his briefing
papers.


�What�s the news.� A voice said from behind the commissioner.


�All of the guards have been accounted for, either badly wounded or
dead, except one. The emergency medical technician who was along to monitor her
if there was any further chemical complications. There wasn�t even a trace of
him left at the scene. And . . .of course . . . Harley is gone.� He said with
a sigh.


�She caused the crash.� Batman said.


�Yes. She must have gotten free during the transport. Do you think
she�s coming back to Gothom?�


�It�s the most likely assumption. She has to be found before she
kills again.�

Quality Time


The young E.M.T. that had been taken from the crash scene sat in a chair.
His feet bound to the chair legs, his wrists tied tight behind him, and a gag in
his mouth. He was sweating profusely, and had several cuts, bruises, and other
such marks over his body. He looked as though he was suffering greatly.


�That wasn�t very nice of you guys.� The young woman�s voice said
from out of the shadows. �Taking me away from my home with my puddin�.�
The mans eyes looked around for the girl who had taken him hostage. �I�ll
bet Crane put you up to this. He�s been awfully mean to me.�


Suddenly she jumped out of the shadows and straddled the E.M.T�s lap as
she looked at him. �The last thing I remember was Dr. Crane stabbing me,�
She took her fist making the motion of a stab and hit it against his forehead.
�. . in the arm. And feeling very sick before everything went dark.� She
looked into his eyes. �Where am I going now?� She said wanting to know what
was going on, �What does he have planned for me that took me out of Gothom?�


The EMT looked as though he was trying to speak, but couldn�t for the
gag that was stuffed into his mouth. Harley didn�t seem to care or notice. She
was very upset, and still a bit disoriented since the drugs that Crane had been
given her had dissipated, leaving her system and not clouding her mind any
longer. But everything he did to her before that she still remembered was enough
to make her angry.


She sighed and reached up tweaking his ears slightly, �Lets keep
playing our game, hmmm? We�ve only done one of the five basic torture groups.
Blunt.� She said punching him in the chest, �Which still leaves Hot, Cold,
Sharp, and Loud. What should we do next?�


It was clear she was taking out all of her anger and frustration on her
hostage. Even though he had nothing to do with most of it, he would receive all
of her fury. She only remembered bits and pieces of the past few weeks, and what
she did remember she wished she didn�t. �I can still feel his hands all over
me.� She said with a chill in her voice, �His mouth on mine . . .his tongue
forcing it�s way in . . .� It made her stomach turn. She reached up and
grabbed the mans face jerking it to make him look at her. �I thought I was
free of him when he became one of us. . . . but then . . . he found me again.�
She looked down as the frightened little girl seemed to slip out for a moment,
�I was never happier then when I was with Mr. J. He understood me . . . he
knew what it was like . . . inside me.�


Then the anger inside her pushed the little girl back and her face
changed again, �You�re working with him . . .aren�t you . . .AREN�T
YOU!!!� She said smacking him. The man was completely defenseless. He
couldn�t even speak in attempt to save his life. Harley starred into his eyes
as she reached over him grabbing something from the nearby table. �I think we
should go to my puddin�s favorite next.� She held a knife up in front of the
mans eyes. �He adores knives.� She said looking over the blade in her hand.
�He says that it shows him a person�s real face . . . with their last
emotions.� She grabbed him by the hair and held the knife against his knows,
�What kind of person are you?�

Troubled


Joker sat tapping his fingers against the table starring at the clock. He
didn�t have an appointment or anywhere to go, he simply sat watching the hands
move slowly, listening to the tick tock sounds it made in the silence. It was
easy for him to kill, it was an exhilarating experience. There was very little
he felt anymore. No compassion, no . . pity or mercy . . . but Harley. Harley
seemed to cause feelings in him that he couldn�t describe, couldn�t explain.
The feel of her body in his arms when they would tumble to their bed, the taste
of her skin, the silkiness of her bleached blonde hair between his fingers. He
had begun to miss having her right there where he could reach for her anytime he
wanted. And she wasn�t weak . . . anything he wanted she would happily oblige,
and she�d take anything he�d give her with a smile on her face and an
eagerness for more.


The thought of Crane touching her in any way for any reason made his
blood boil. Harley was his. He named her, he killed those who touched her in the
Asylum with lecherous hands. His eyes shifted to a hat that lay on the bed. A
black and red jesters hat, empty, lifeless, sad in it�s own way.


His eyes shifted back to the clock as the tick tock sound seemed to get
louder still. All of a sudden, without warning, he pointed his gun at the face
of the clock and fired several times to shut it up.


�Harley . . . .� He said with a sigh running his hand through his
hair, �You�re to blame for this . . . this idolness.� He said standing and
kicking the table over. �But not as much as that idiot who calls himself a
�doctor�. A glorified shrink . . . that�s all he is.� Then one thought
entered his mind, a thought that drowned out all the others. He wanted Harley
back. Back with him . . . and he was tired of waiting.
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When Joker Met Harley

Revelations

Medical Advice

Thoughts

Transfers

Questions Without Answers

Guarding Prisoners

Emergency

Quality Time

Troubled