Everything for you, Completed

12. Turning into Harleen Quinzel

I looked in the mirror at Harleen Quinzel's reflection. I looked just like her: blonde hair, glasses, solid make-up, ordinary. I sighed and looked up at Vanessa.

"I hate it," I said with disgust.

"I know. But that's the only way," she replied. "And...," she started but her phone interrupted her. "'Scuse me," she mumbled and picked up the phone.

"Welcome back, Harley or should I call you Harleen now?," asked her voice inside my head.

"Call me whatever you like," I snapped. "Tell me one thing Harleen. Why are you here now? When he was with me, when I was with the Squad, you appeared rarely. Now you appear daily. Why?," I asked.

"Because I am inside your head. I am your subconscious. You feel uncertain now. That's why I'm here," she said.

"You are so wrong, Harleen, and right at the same time. I was uncertain about everything that I've done until now. Now I am as certain as I can be. I will save Joker, I will save my love. I will help him and I will ran with him until death take us apart. And I get myself together and go for him because he keeps me from falling apart."

"Why am I right?," she asked shyly.

"Because you are me. I need to accept that," I whispered and waited for her answere but she didn't reply. My head was empty. I smiled and looked towards Vanessa. She put her phone into her pocket while came towards me.

"It was Wade. It's time," she said.

"Oh, By the way Wade! Why didn't you tell me he was Deadpool? I mean he is Deadpool! That's not a thing that you keep from your friends," I said.

"No. But it's a thing that I keep from my allies," she replied with expressionless face.

"Your point," I giggled. I was so happy that now we were on our way and everything was going right. I'm coming Puddin!

Vanessa took her phone again and started a call.

"Whom are you calling?," I asked.

"Arrow," she was already speaking but I could guess to whom. I grinned and took her phone out of her hand.

"Hey Greeny, what's up? D'ya have the fast guy?," I asked playfully.

"Who are you?", asked a surprised voice. It was a younge boy and I was grinning wider.

"Heya Fast Guy, how you doin'?," I asked giggling.

"I asked, who are you?," he repeated.

"Harley Quinn," I said.

"That Harley Quinn?!"

"Oh so you've heard about me. I'm glad," I chuckled.

"Oh yes, I have. And I don't wanna help you at all," he said. My grin started fading.

"What do you mean you don't wanna help me?"

"I mean as I said. I don't want to. But my friend told me that you promsied you and your boyfriend will go away after this," he said.

"Yes, that's true. We will. Just please, please help me escape him," I pleaded. He didn't answer. He must have been thinking. The pressure inside me was rising higher and higher.

"Fine. But just because I know what love is," he said sighing eventually.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you," I smiled and giggled again.

"Give me back that damn phone," said Vanessa and took her phone back. She told them that meet behind Belle-Reve's in an hour than she hung up.

"Your new clothes are in the boot. Are you ready?," asked Vanessa in the car.

"I am ready," I said and I meant it.

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"How do I look?," I asked behind Belle-Reve's. Flash, Arrow and Deadpool weren't there yet. I was alone with Vanessa in my costume. I was wearing a costume skirt, a bluse and a black solid highheels. My hair was in a ponytail. My heart was pounding.

"Almost like Harleen Quinzel. No one will recognise you, trust me" she said.

"Vanessa that's not gonna be alright. They will recognise me!," I freaked out.

"I've just said they won't! These guards are new guards. They've never known Harleen, they just know Harley. And now you are totaly not like Harley Quinn," she told me.

"You're right. You're right," I repeated it.

"Yes, I am," she smiled at me.

"What's the plan? Will I see him," I asked.

"Yes, you will. But he won't see you. Every Wednesday a psychiatrist comes to him in his cell. She will be already there when we'll arrive. Wade, you and I will be the contducters. You and I will want to go to the cells. They won't let us do this, so Wade will want to see the boss. When the guards take Wade to the boss, Wade and Arrow will knock the guards out and will switch the safety-system off. Wade will text me about it. Then Flash will come and knock out the guards who are with us. Then we will go towards Joker's cell. Joker will be at a desk in his cell, so you can stalk to his bed and put this under his pillow," she said and gave me a gun. "And this," she added as she handed me a small slit of paper. "I didn't wirte anything on it. It's your job to tell him in a few words what's going on. Make it obvious to him but incomprehensible to anyone else. And don't use your real name, use a name that he would understand but no one else would."

"What is the plan after this? I mean what will I write to him?," I asked edgily.

"In a week he will leave his cell to go to the Arkham. When he's out the cell he will start fire. We will be here, too, we will clear the area out here. When he will be out you and him with a car will run away. Wade and the others, we'll run with another car," she explained.

"Okay," I said already knowing what I would write onto that paper. "Can you lend me a pen?"

She gave me a pen from the car. With my fastest script I wrote a few words that I know he would understand but no one else would.

1wek rn wll wt otsde ays yrs h Napier

I read it again: One week run, we'll wait outside. Always yours Harley Napier. Only he would understand easily our texting shortenings. And the name... He used to be Jack Napier but no one knew that. Not even the police. I was the only one who knew about Jack Napier. Who knew who was Jack Napier. And he knew that I was the only one who knew that.

With a huge grin I shoved the paper inside my pocket and looked at Vanessa.

"May we go?," I asked with my best English pronunciation. Vanessa laughed shortly, she was amused.

"Sure," she replied with Brithis accent, and opened the door that used to be closed by chaines but Vanessa took care of it lately. She grined at me again and we were off.