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

Never Forget You

(NOTE: I would like to point out that there are lyrics in this chapter, so the song I've included is incredibly relevant. When you get down to the part with the lyrics, listen to the song at the top of this chapter for the best reading experience.)

Harley Quinn's Perspective:

Can't you understand? He means nothing to you anymore. Let him get into your head, he'll mess you up...you know that.

But I love him!

Do you? Do you really love him...?

My head is asking more questions than I care to answer for myself, I need to think in peace and quiet. I decide to wander voluntarily back to my cell. If I passed a guard on the way, I'd get thrown back in there anyway.

Do I like prison? No. But this place isn't exactly easy to break out of. Did I send some guards to kill my puddin? Maybe. Maybe I did say he assaulted me...or maybe I didn't. That's my secret to keep.

I found a guard and put my wrists out towards him, I was asking to be put back in my cell.

"Quinn, what are you doing out of your cell?" the guard asked, handcuffing me.

"A girl finds a way" I told the guard, winking at him.

"Right..." the guard said, standing next to me and gesturing for me to walk.

The guard pushed me and I walked back with the guard back to my cell. Once I arrived back at my cell I walked in and the guard slammed the door shut and closed the peeky hole so I couldn't make funny faces at him. Hey...if he wants to be a spoil-sport then that's his problem isn't it?

I leant and cried against the cell wall, slamming my hand into the wall with anguish.

"Got me looking so crazy right now...Your love's got me looking so crazy right now...your love's got me looking so crazy right now..." I started singing emotionally. "Got me hoping you'll save me right now" I kept repeatedly hitting the wall. Then, I heard a voice in the cell next to me.

"Your kiss got me hoping you'll save me right now...your love's got me looking so crazy right now...got me looking ...your love's got me looking so crazy in love..." an emotional male voice cried out, also hitting the wall. I touched the wall, feeling the vibrations of each hit.

He was in pain.

I was in pain.

"Hello?" I called out.

"Who's that?" the voice answered.

"You can call me Harley... are you OK?"

"I will be" the voice responded.

"What's your name then?" I asked.

My neighbour didn't reply.

The Joker's Perspective:

I don't believe it...Harley was crying out in pain, and unbelievably so was I. She was right next to me, she felt my frustration and I felt hers...but if I told her it was me, she'd probably break the wall down and try and kill me. Only this time, she'd actually succeed as I'm already a huge mess.

I heard my cell door open, it was a guard. A female guard ooooooooh!

"Joker, you're late for your weekly therapy session. On your feet, get a move on." the guard demanded.

Therapy? I wasn't going to go to any therapy session. No way, not with Harley being right next to me...my one true therapist.

"I'd rather not, it's lazy Saturday." I chuckled.