Chapter 3

Harley Quinn's Pov
Bat put the last bandage on my face.
"There," he said, "you're better."
"So," I said, "I guess you're gonna take me to Arkham now?" I held out my hands so he could cuff my hands.
He pushed my hands back down again.
"I want to talk first," he said.
"You Batty," I said, "you're acting very differently...around me."
"In your dreams," he replied.
"So," I said crossing my legs, "what do ya wanna talk about?"
"I want to know why you're hanging out with Joker," he said, "why?"
"I love him," I said, "sometimes love makes you crazy."
"No kidding," he replied, "but your life could be so much better...you could have a family and a loving husband."
"The Joker loves me," I said, "and we could have a family."
"He makes you think that," he said, "but deep down you know that's never going to happen."
He was right. I knew it was never going to happen but I still had hope...I don't know why though.
"What do you care?" I asked.
"I actually care a lot," he said, "you're smarter than all of them. And you're still sane and you know that too. You just act like a lunatic to put on a show. But don't worry, it will be our little secret."
"I have no idea what you're talking about," I said crossing my arms.
"I just don't know why you do it," he said, "you're so smart and beautiful-"
He stopped talking as soon as he called me beautiful.
I looked over at him. I laughed at him.
"Haha!" I said, "Batman thinks I'm beautiful!"
"That's not what I meant," he replied.
"Oh please!" I said, "I can see you blushing through your mask!"
He rolled his eyes.
He thought I was beautiful. Oh did that make me happy? I already had the biggest crush on him and know he says this?! Oh what is life? His voice, his face, his body...I loved all of it! Especially his voice, it was pretty cool. I kept laughing at him over and over.
"Batty loves me," I taunted, "Batty loves me."
"I don't love you," he said, "nobody loves you."
I stopped laughing and my expression changed. I drowned.
"I didn't mean it like that," he said, "wait, what am I doing trying to comfort you?"
"I've casted a spell on you," I replied, "with my beauty."
He rolled his eyes, "Oh I'm sure."
"It's true!" I said, "You know I'm beautiful! You even said it yourself!"
"I was exaggerating," he replied.
"Yep," I said, "I'm sure you were. Could you exaggerate some more please?"

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