**COMPLETE** Diamonds and Scars (Harley Quinn & The Joker - Fanfiction)

Different Girl

Harley Quinn's Perspective:

"She's waking up!" the nurse called out. The nurse was a fairly young woman, tall, dressed in medical work clothing.

"Huh...what? Where...where am I?" I asked slowly. My eyes were fuzzy and I couldn't quite understand what was going on. "Who are you...why am I here?" I tried to stay calm, but as I started coming to...I realized I was in the hospital.

"Hey, try and relax Miss Quinn. You're in Gotham General Hospital. You've been out for a couple of days. We were worried we'd lost you." the nurse explained.

"What?" I looked around whilst remaining in a lying position. I was in my own private room, on a hospital bed. "I'm guessing you're gonna send me back to prison...right?" I said sadly.

"Not quite, you need to be examined by the Doctor thoroughly before we can confirm you're healthy enough to leave. As for your criminal past, we don't worry about that. The law can decide when you're feeling better. For now, you need to rest."

"Where's Mistah J?" I asked, sadly and angrily at the same time.

"We don't know. His whereabouts hasn't been confirmed for the past month or so."

"You said I was only out for a couple of days"

"You were, but that doesn't alter the fact that The Joker hasn't been located for at least a month. Even during the explosion, he fled from the crime-scene."

I grunted "I know, he left me ta die..."

"Sorry. That must've been hard on you"

"Don't bother givin' me ya sympathy." "It won't make me feel any better"

"Right, well I'll see if I can find the doctor. One moment" she said as she walked away from my bed.

This is great...just great. What's the damage I wonder? But despite the explosion I'm still alive, right now I don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing. I bet Mistah J doesn't even care that I could've died. That I nearly died. The fact that I was out for two days makes me wonder how bad the explosion was, and how much it affected both me...and my brain.

Hey Harley.

Guess who?

That's right, I'm still here. God I didn't think you could look any worse but take a look at the number that explosion did on you!

You know what? I'd order the doctor to just kill you. I mean you're such in such an emotional and physical state it'd surprise me if you survive the night.

"SHUT UP!" I yelled out. The doctor approached me. Clearly, he heard my shouting."Oh...Sorry. The voice in my head...it tells me some crazy shit hahahahahahahaha!" I laughed uncontrollably whilst laying on the bed.

"Nurse! NURSE!" the Doctor called out.

The same female nurse came running towards the yelling.

"What's wrong, Doctor?" the nurse asked.

"Hahahahahahahahaha"I continued laughing. I couldn't control the laughter. "I'm such an idiot! Hahahahahahahahahahaha" and it continued.

"I need a low dosage of XOS and a syringe with a medium needle head. NOW"

The nurse ran and got the chemical and syringe. Two millilitres of XOS chemical formula was measured precisely and loaded into the syringe.

She gave it to the Doctor. He injected it into my wrist. I felt the prick of the needle as it pierced my skin. Reminded me of Mistah J when he was torturing me, the tattoo needle he used. It felt the same.

I felt myself calming down.

But then an accelerated urge of violence overcame me.

"Funny, last time someone poked me with a needle and tried to experiment on me...ended up dead" I looked at the doctor. He had terror in his eyes. "I'll ask you again...Where's Mistah J?"

The doctor looked around the room in panic, he couldn't understand why I wasn't calm. The 'XOS' formula should've calmed me.

Clearly the idiotic medical staff didn't know I'm immune from most chemicals and toxins. They just anger me. I removed the syringe from my arm.

"Doctor, what's happening?" the nurse asked.

"I...I..don't know...I thought this would calm her down?"

"WHERE IS THE JOKER?" I found myself losing patience and raising my voice higher.

"Please...Miss Quinn...I...I assure you we don't know where he is...you have to calm down though...you'll hurt yourself"

I sat up on the bed and laughed to myself. I'll get hurt? Yeah, right. I pulled all the medical wires and equipment out from my body and got up.

"Miss...please get back in your bed...you're ill. You need to rest"

That was it. The final trigger.

"I...AM...NOT...ILL! I am so sick of you good fer nothin' doctors thinkin' ya know me inside an' out! Well ya bloody well don't do ya?" I shouted.

"She seems...angry" the nurse observed.

"Oh...angry don't even begin ta cover it!" I shouted, moving closer to the Doctor who had now backed away from me. "What's da matter? Doctor scared of a little blood?"

"What blood?" he asked.

I threw the needle at the doctor. It pierced through his clothes and into his chest.

"That blood tehehe" I giggled. Nighty night doctor useless! I got a boyfriend ta kill."

I got up close to the nurse and threatened her.

"You want ta end up like him?" "No? Then keep ya damn mouth shut!"

The nurse cowered in fear. She tucked herself into the corner and hid, she was crying. She wasn't going to do anything, so I let her live.

"This was fun, but I'm feeling much better now so I'll just see myself out, mmk?" I said, walking out of the door of my room. "I'm coming for you 'puddin'" I said under my breath.