Mista J?

                                    

                                          
"Harley Girl, wake up" said a wickedly familiar voice. "P-Puddin'?" I murmured as I groggily opened my eyes. I quickly sat upright as I faced the tall figure before me. The bright green hair that framed his pale face. His nose at a crooked angle with a wide smile, revealing his sharp yellow teeth and scarred, damaged lips. He slowly laughed as he looked down at me. "My darlin', how I missed you, doll-face" he whispered as he quickly injected a tranquilliser into my neck. 
He lifted me up bridal style and carried me out to the exit. My vision blurred as my muscles relaxed, making me drool on his dark purple suit. "See you soon, Ivy" he called out as he casually strutted out of the hideout. "Ivy?" I muttered as my head lolled back. I vaguely remember being shoved into a dark purple sports car as the Joker sped towards his hideout. 
After an hour or two, I slowly woke up, my vision returning to its usual clarity. I looked around the grand room. The walls were a polished purple with floors of green. Large portraits of Mista J hung from the walls. In front of me was a golden throne, fit for a prince. The Clown Prince of Crime. I yanked my arms forward, feeling the coarse rope scratch across my fair skin. My head slowly pounded as the bright lights invaded my vision. 
Suddenly, I heard the clacking of expensive shoes tapping the green tiles. "Mista J?" I chirped as the figure stopped behind me. "Harley-Girl" he whispered as his cold hands crept towards my shoulders. "What've ya done?" I questioned as I tilted my head back, looking up at the evil man. His smile grew until it covered half his face, a slow laugh began to erupt from him, vibrating throughout his body, into the flooring until I could feel it. 
He then stepped around my chair until he faced me. His laugh grew louder and more violent as his cold green eyes glared into mine. "Puddin' even for you, that's a lot of maniacal laughing" I said with a concerned tone as he took a step towards me, towering over me. "No one can save you, Harley" he finally said with a small chuckle. "Yeah, what are ya gonna do? Kill me?" I spat at him as his smile widened. "What a fantastic idea" he responded.
A chill shuddered through me as he pulled out his favourite dagger. "Puddin', don't do this" I yelled as he slowly swiped the edge of the blade along my jaw. The sharp edge left a small cut along the tattoo across my jawbone. "You always were 'rotten'" he said with a laugh as he referenced my tattoo. "All these stupid pictures on me, they were all because of you" I yelled as he threw his head back in a fit of laughter. "Harley, you can't blame me for these" he responded as he pressed the tip of the blade into my thigh, pushing back my skirt, revealing the numerous tattoos. 
"You turned me into this" I said with a clenched jaw. "No, no, Harley, you did this to yourself" he growled. Suddenly, the dagger was ripped from his hand and thrown across the room in a blur. "You're right" said a smooth voice. The sound of heels echoed throughout the room as Poison Ivy herself stood before us. "She did this to herself, she turned herself into the amazing woman she is today and you can't take any credit for that" she said with her hands on her hips. 
"Well, well, I-I named her" The Joker said in a frenzy as he turned to face Ivy. "Good job, Puddin', ya got Harley Quinn from Harleen Quinzel" I responded in a teasing tone. Ivy's eyes flicked to mine as she gave me a small smirk. She then threw her hands to either side of her body, summoning vines to break through windows, wrapping around the Joker's limbs. He was lifted from the ground as he began to laugh once more. Gasping for air as his laugh grew louder and louder. 
Ivy ran towards me, slicing through the ropes with a knife, finally releasing me. She then grabbed my hand and walked me towards the exit. "Are you feeling okay?" She asked me as she noticed my steps began to slow as my head started spinning. "Yeah... No, Mista J sedated me, I think it's still affecting me" I slurred as I began to black out. Ivy's arms wrapped around my waist and the backs of my knees as she carried me to her car and drove me to her hideout. 
I carefully opened my eyes as Ivy carried me into my room and gently placed me on my bed. "How are you feeling?" She asked me as she placed the back of her hand against my forehead. "Never been better" I murmured as I closed my eyes. "Get some sleep" she whispered as she pressed a kiss to my head and pulled a blanket over me. I sleepily watched her leave and close the door. As I went to close my eyes, I heard a phone begin to ring. 
I sighed as I looked for my phone, but it wasn't me. I heard a hushed "hello" from outside my door as Ivy answered the call. "Yes, I think that should have sped things a long" she whispered. A unsettling feeling rushed through me as I heard a laugh coming from the phone. Was she talking to... before I could finish my thought, sleep took over.