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A History of Illness


Lucius Fox looked over the records and journal entries that Bruce brought
to him, and finally with a sigh he took off his reading glasses and leaned back
in his chair. �Well, Mr. Wayne . . . I can assure you that Dr. Crane
definitely had a vendetta against this patient. Some of these practices
described in the passages of this journal, are in no way someone with a neutral
outlook most doctors who experiment have."


�What do you mean?� Bruce asked. Lucis leaned forward putting his
glasses back on as he searched through the papers, looking for an example of
what he meant. �Dr. Crane�s primary field was Psychopharmacology. He knew
the causes of symptoms and the certain affects that these chemicals and
substances would induce. As anyone would who studied this field. It�s basic
biology and psychology 101. There was no need to experiment with them as nothing
new would be produced. The only purpose of these so called �experiments� was
torture.�


Bruce listened as he leaned closer when Fox found what he was searching
for. �For instance, I assume your familiar with the drink Absinth?� He
glanced at him over the paper. Having been all over Europe in his travels, of
course Bruce had heard of it. �Absinth, is illegal to sell or buy here in the
Untied states, except for �thujone free� versions of it. The chemical source
of it was found in wormwood.�


This was of course something else that Bruce had heard of in his travels
and decided to add what he knew, �The bitter herb used to make Absinthe. The
compound thujone was believed to give Absinthe it's toxicity and was responsible
in part for its psychedelic effect, often described as a heightened state of
mind.�


�Yes, and is mixed with water and sugar to make it more pliable.� Fox
finished. �Here in these notes he describes giving it to his young female
patient with whom he had an intimate physical relationship with, each time they
would engage in their activities. For a mental patient to consume this much,
mixed with other drugs and chemicals, would have created horrifying
hallucinations. It was basically raping her both mentally and physically.�


�Couldn�t she have fought back? She�s not exactly a weak, or
helpless kitten.� He said referring to when she had knocked him around quite
well a few times.


�No, not necessarily. The nightmare quality of the reality she
experienced would have left her terrified and helpless. Unable to defend
herself, as the fear she felt would have overpowered her natural instincts of
self-preservation. Nightmares have a tendency to disable you like that.� Fox
explained.


�This particular patient suffered from Nymphomania. Why would it effect
her in such a way when she�s such a sex addict to begin with? I wouldn�t
imagine that dreams like that must give her a thrill of some sort.� Bruce said
rolling his eyes.


�Often women who are nymphomaniacs that might submit themselves to
abuse rather then run away from it, fear it just as much. Being in control of
the situation, giving up control, and having control taken away from you are
entirely separate things, Mr. Wayne.� Fox said shuffling the papers again.
�It seems as though he wanted to make her suffer on all levels. Not just
physically.�


�Do you think that these experiments and trials of his were the cause
of the brain damage and memory loss?� He questioned.


�I have no doubt.� He handed the files back to Bruce, �In summery .
. . these are the actions of a man who feels deeply wronged. Even though he
wrote stoically about it being nothing more then a science project, he actions
following her miscarriage clearly say he wanted that baby.�

Disturbed


The guard outside of Harley�s sell was getting more and more agitated
as the moments went by. He was almost on the brink of losing it when Crane
showed up. �What is it?� He said as the guard had sent someone to go and get
Crane.


�She�s been at it for hours. I thought she would tire herself out buy
now, but still she�s just as persistent as ever, sir!� He exclaimed.


Crane looked at the door hearing rather cheerful singing of some child
rhyme. It seemed like she didn�t have a care in the world, and was happy as
can be. Crane looked at his henchmen, �What did you do?� He asked hardly
expecting her to turn around so suddenly in such a way.


�Nothing. All I have done is stand guard right here as you told me to
do. She hasn�t stopped for even a second since she started.� The guard
explained frustrated beyond all belief.


With a sigh Crane stood back and waited for the door to be opened. He
stepped inside to find Harley with her eyes closed and her head bobbing back and
forth to whatever beat she heard in her head. The large heavy door was closed
and locked behind him and he watched her for a moment.


�I suppose you have some reason to be in such a good mood?� He said
watching her intently, knowing that it was possible that this was a trick. She
leaned her head back against the wall smiling from ear to ear.


�My Mr. J, is comin� to get me!� She sang cheerfully, �My puddin�
will be here soon to take me home!� She sang again.


�Don�t bet on it.� He said starring at Harley, seeing the way she
seemed overjoyed at the prospect. �The only way you�ll be going back to that
madman is if I release you . . . which is something I�m not really intending
on doing.�


Harley giggled to herself, �Then my puddin� will kill you!� she
said still singing every word she spoke cheerfully. Crane sighed and removed his
glasses slipping them into his inside pocket of his jacket, before reaching into
his other pocket and taking out a syringe.


�You know, Jane. I think it�s time we got reacquainted.� He said
unbuttoning his Jacket and taking it off tossing it aside. �It�s been a
while hasn�t it.� Crane removed the cap that covered the needle and flicked
the syringe a few times adjusting the dose slightly. Jane still didn�t look at
him, she was humming the tune she had been singing before starring at the far
wall.


Crane walked over and kneeled down beside her, stabbing her in the arm
with the needle not even trying to be gentle about it and injecting her with the
substance. Harley�s body tensed at the feeling of sharp pain closing her eyes
but continuing to hum. Replacing the cap on the empty syringe he threw it away
over towards his jacket before picking her up off the floor and carrying her
over to the bed where he promptly dropped her. She wiggled around a bit but her
body started to relax weather she wanted it to or not. When she opened her eyes,
and her vision became blurry. The images that she did see began to twist around
and distort and her entire body seemed to become extremely sensitive. She could
even feel the air moving about the room, and brushing over her skin.


Taking off his tie and removing his shirt, he looked into her eyes,
checking them one at a time. Satisfied that she was now heavily drugged, he
untied her restraints releasing her legs. Although he decided that leaving her
hands bound was easier then dealing with her clumsily clawing at him.


Reaching for her body he pushed her shirt up to her neck and leaned over
her wrapping his lips around her breast, and catching her nipple between his
teeth, flicking it with his tongue. Then he leaned up looking at her a moment
before moving closer to her face as his hands pulled the ill fitting sweat pants
off of her body. �You remember this don�t you. Our after hours sessions in
my office . . . night after night.� He tossed whatever was in his way aside as
he seized her knees and parted her thighs moving between them as he lay over her
pressing his weight against her.


Harley turned her head and starred at the wall, closing her eyes slowly
and then opening them. She was fully aware of everything going on around her,
and her body was extremely sensitive, she could feel even the smallest
sensation, however she felt like she had no strength, no control over her own
motor skills, and simply lay where she fell.

Demands and Agreements


The Joker�s henchmen were the first to enter the hallway, with the
Scarecrows quickly following. They secured each room and passage, before the
Joker entered. He looked around, he sighed. �That was so . . . boring.� He
said referring to the fact that there was only one inept night security guard,
and hardly any action to be had at all.


Scarecrow was the next on the scene and looked around finding the
building secure as the agreement with the joker stated. He made his way through
the winding halls until he came to the door he had been looking for. With little
effort he broke the lock on the door and stepped inside reaching over and
turning on the light.


It was a chemistry lab. The sort they used to manufacture drugs and other
such substances. A large enough facility to make tons and tons of whatever
substance was being manufactured in just a few hours. Scarecrow grinned as his
eyes wondered about the lab, �Perfect.� He said.

Escape Attempts


Harley had managed to somehow lift a small piece of metal off of
Crane�s clothing when he had ravaged her the last time he�d come into her
cell. Her fingers, then at the first chance she got, she used her tongue to
snatch it off the mattress and hide between her teeth and cheek.


Now that she was alone again, and any noise that there was before had
disappeared, it was time for her to make her exit. She spit the small piece of
metal out of her mouth onto the ground beside her, and leaned back grasping it
with her fingers. She scooted back against the wall and pressed it hard against
the cement. The metal snapped in to leaving a sharp and jagged edge.


Instantly she went to work at her binds, sawing at the fibers and plastic
on her wrists behind her back. It wasn�t long before she was able to get one
of her hands free, and from there she was able to slip out of the restraints
easily.


Tossing them aside she stood up and stretched her arms and her back,
rubbing her wrists where her binds had cut into her skin. She tied the loose,
oversized shirt in a knot before walking towards the door and pressing her ear
against it. She couldn�t hear anything at all. Apparently there was no one out
there. Maybe one guard outside the cell but he didn�t make any sound.


Taking a small piece of the rope that she had managed to release herself
from, she tied her hair back out of her face and looked up at the ceiling seeing
a grate over the air duct. It was small, but she would be able to fit through
it. She�d been starring at it for days, having long since decided it was going
to be her exit.

Bats In The Wings


The Batman had a very busy night. He had to put his search for Harley on
hold for the time being and get back to his nightly rounds of the city, putting
criminals in their place and thwarting illegal activities all over Gothom.


A beep came from the bat phone in the car, and he reached over pressing
the receive button. On a small screen, Alfred�s image appeared. �I thought
you might be interested, sir. It seems that the police have been in the pursuit
of a young woman matching Miss Harley�s on the police radio band. The last
reported place she was seen was in Merchants Square, just south of the
Narrows.�


�She�s managed to stay below the radar before now, her surfacing so
suddenly in the city seems unusual. She�s had more then enough time to leave
Gothom.� Batman answered.


�As infatuated as she is with the Joker, perhaps she didn�t want to
leave without him.� Alfred suggested.


�Or maybe someone had her captured and only released her now.� Batman
speculated.

On The Run


Once Harley was free, and well away from her captors cell, she found that
she wasn�t quite as well as she first suspected. Every once in a while her
vision would get blurry and everything around her would start to spin and
distort. She had to stop for a moment with her eyes closed for everything to
become still again, and for her balance to return.


No doubt this sudden disabling problem was the reason the police were so
quick to find her over and over again. She couldn�t think clearly enough to
outsmart them and lose her pursuers.


Running down an Alleyway, she found herself caught in a dead end. She
could hear the sounds of shouts and footsteps quickly following behind. She
searched around desperately for a way out, and saw a fire escape on one of the
buildings. Running over, she jumped up, bounced off a trashcan and managed to
grab the bottom rung of the fire escape ladder.


Using all the strength in her arms, she pulled herself up one rung at a
time until she was able to throw her leg over the railing and climb onto the
fire escape. Quickly she pulled the ladder back up out of anyone�s reach and
shoved a box that had been sitting on the escape between the rung and the floor
so that it couldn�t slide down again.


Then, she began to climb the stairs up the fire escape, heading for the
roof. She heard the shouts of the cops down below, but ignored them. However her
attention was soon drawn back to the uniformed men below when they fired at her,
and pieces of brick of the building by her head shattered around her. She ducked
low and continued to climb the stairs.


Finally she reached the top and swung her leg over the wall onto the
roof. Getting to her feet again, she started to run across the roof top.
Suddenly she heard shouts and commands being barked at her from what seemed like
every direction. Her pace picked up even faster then before as she headed for
the far side of the building.


She jumped up on the wall on the ledge of the roof looking down, to see
if she could scale the wall to get free. However another spell started to make
her vision blurry, and her head spin. Her balance became weak as she swayed
slightly.


�Harley Quinn!� She heard a voice shout out her name, as she closed
her eyes and covered her ears. Harley crouched down on the wall still
dangerously close to the edge. Commissioner Gordon raised his hand indicating to
his men to hold their positions. It was obvious that she was in some sort of
distress, and even more of a concern, inches from falling to her death. Every
officer on the roof top had their gun drawn, cocked and aimed ready to fire at
Harley.


Gordon quickly put his weapon away and he held his hands out in front of
him trying to show her that he meant her no harm. He stepped a bit closer.
�Harley, don�t be afraid. We�re not going to hurt you.� Gordon reassured
her as he continued to slowly step closer to her.


Harley was aware that she was surrounded, but she couldn�t see very
well and her head felt as though it was spinning like a top. She whimpered
slightly clamping her hands tighter over her ears and squeezed her eyes shut
even harder. The dizzy feeling was even worse then before, and now she felt sick
to her stomach to boot.


When she started to sway even more, Gordon quickly lunged towards her
grabbing her arms and pulling her down off of the ledge. The other men with
weapons rushed towards her keeping their guns aimed directly at her head, and
shouting commands. Gordon quickly signaled them to back off of her, and give her
some space as he kneeled down looking at her. She seemed like she was in pain,
curled up in a ball and whimpering. �Calm down. Just try to calm down and
relax.� He said resting his hand on her back rubbing it slightly.


Reaching out she grabbed a hold of his sleeve and looked up at him,
�What�s wrong with me?� She asked with a trimmer in her voice. �Make it
stop, make it go away.� She begged looking up at the commissioner. Then Harley
curled up in a tighter ball then before shutting her eyes tight.


�Call an Ambulance.� Gordon ordered. �We need to get her to the
hospital.�

In Custody


Gordon stood with the doctor in the hallway hearing the news that he had
to give. An update on Harley�s condition and possible diagnoses, which even
the doctor said was unlikely.


The Commissioner sighed as he gave a nod and rubbed his eyes. The doctor
went back to his work leaving him in the waiting room. It was early morning.
Perhaps around 2am. He made his way down a long dark hallway that seemed
deserted this time of night and found a coffee machine. There was hardly any
light and he had to squint to make sure he had the right amount of change. He
put his money in and waited for the cup to fill.


�Was she injured in the capture?� A gruff deep voice came from the
shadows. The Commissioner had come to know this voice well over the past few
months.


�No. I think the only reason we were able to capture her was because of
whatever illness it is making her sick.� Gordon admitted. The dark figure
remained in the shadows so as not to draw any attention now that he was public
enemy number one.


�What did they find.�


�They found bruises, and scrapes that are fresh. Apparently she escaped
from somewhere and got scratched up along the way pretty good. They found a
stitched wound, about two inches wide and quite deep on her right side just
below her ribcage. The doctor says that someone did perform surgery on her, but
the reason why is unclear. They took X-Rays and a M.R.I. and didn�t find
anything there.� Gordon reported. �They�re running more tests right now,
trying to find out what�s making her so ill. Testing her blood and whatever it
is that they do.�


�They think she�s been poisoned?� Batman inquired.


�They aren�t sure. They�re keeping her sedated for now, giving her
something so that she could sleep while they ran their tests. She seemed to be
in a lot of pain by the time they arrived at the hospital.�


�Hey commissioner?� A voice said at the end of the hallway. The
Batman instantly stepped back further into the shadow and Gordon turned to look
at the Patrolmen, taking a sip of his coffee. �The doc wants to see ya.�


Gordon nodded and the officer disappeared back the way he came. �Are
you going to wait around . . . .� He started to say when he turned only to
find himself in an empty hallway. Once again the dark knight managed to make a
clean disappearance.

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When Joker Met Harley

A History of Illness

Disturbed

Demands and Agreements

Escape Attempts

Bats In The Wings

On The Run

In Custody