A Little Piece Of Heaven

Chapter 5 is up! squee! Alright, to save myself, gotta explain: I love Harley Quinn! I think she’s one of the greatest characters out there today. But this isn’t a Harley/Joker fic, now is it? I gotta make Harley just a tad bit different to hate her and want her gone. Trust me, it hurts! Again, I only own Dominique and the voice in her head, nothing else. Now sit back and enjoy!

Why do they always go for the head? Dominique groaned as she opened her eyes. In some weird way, she felt relieved her inner voice was still speaking to her. It made her now she was still alive for a little while longer.

She half expected to be in the cell again, but slowly noticed she was in a bathroom. Wondering how much brain damage someone could take, Dom moved her hands and realized they weren’t taped together. Reaching out to grab something, her hand found the bathtub. Slowly Dom hauled herself up and she sat on it. Her biggest surprise was that she didn’t have a splitting headache.

A door suddenly slammed open and Dom fell over into the tub. Things just keep getting better. “You’re awake now, huh?” a girl’s voice asked.

Dom craned her neck up and felt her eyes nearly come out. Standing by the door was a girl about 5’5 with medium length blonde hair. She was wearing a torn up long sleeve red shirt with a fishnet top underneath, and a super short black skirt. Heavy combat boots covered her thin legs, which made Dom wonder how she moved around. She had light blue eyes that were covered with way too much eyeliner and red lipstick that would make a two-cent whore look cheap…er. She was holding a towel and was giving Dom the meanest stare she had ever seen.

“Who are you?” Somewhere, a prostitute is shivering, chimed in the little voice in her head.

“Harley Quinn. Who are you?” Harley Qu-oh, that’s the dumbest name ever!

“Dominique Loreto. Where the hell am I?”

“Huh, must’ve hit you harder then I thought. Oh well. Puddin’ told me to make sure you take a shower and everything.” Dom noticed the accent. Queens. She beat a up girl from Queens when she broke her favorite Slipknot CD. Harley put the towel on the toilet, but kept staring at her.

Puddin’? Oh, that’s being stored. “Uh, sure…but I don’t have anything else to wear.”

Harley gave a ‘you-must-be-dumb’ look. “The boys got your clothes when they took ya. Now hurry up. He’ll be back in an hour.” And with that, she slammed the door again.

Dom flicked off the closed door before climbing out of the bathtub. “Psycho clown bitch.”

I totally agree! You’re crazier then her, ya know. Better looking too. It’s like looking at a walking stick!

Dominique waited till she was in the shower before answering. She didn’t know if Harley would be listening or not. “You know, if your going to keep talking to me, I’m gonna have to name ya.” The hot water felt really good to be under.

Well, since Yoda’s taken, call me Diamond…since I’m a girl’s best friend. And I hate that backward talking shit. Dom had to laugh at that. The first time she had since she got brought to this place. “Well thank you, Diamond. So what do you think is going on with my dad?”

Eh, who knows? Who knows how long it’s been. Either way, will the outcome surprise you?

“Not really. I’ll either be sent back there and have no idea where my life will go, or get whacked by some dude who has no idea how to put eyeliner on.” She noticed a pink razor that looked brand new. “Think Harley will mind?”

Who gives a flying fuck?

After forever, Dom dried up and wrapped herself up in her towel. Peaking her head out, she saw what could only be described as an explosion in Barbie’s Dream Mansion. The walls were painted candy pink and had newspaper pinned to the walls by knives. Clown dolls were lying all over the place and a pink queen size bed was in the middle. A doll house was set up in one of the corners, and Dom could make out one of the figures which looked like Harley. “You gotta be fucking kidding me. Someone actually lives in this?”

What did you expect someone working for the Joker’s room to look like?

“Not this.” Dom spotted her luggage in the corner. It stood out like an eyesore. She ran over and stared pulling clean clothes out. She picked out some clean jeans and a simple white shirt, and then slid her shoes back on. She managed to find her Patriots necklace and hid it under the shirt. The cold metal was welcoming. Everything felt like a million bucks against her skin. Walking over to pick up her towel, Dominique looked at one of the newspapers on the wall. It was had the Joker on it, holding what looked like a Tommy gun and he looked pissed. What ruined it was the pink and red hearts colored in around him. She noticed all the pictures where over the Joker and like that.

Wow, someone’s obsessed. Thinks he’s hitting that?

“Wouldn’t put it pass him.” The bedroom door opened and Harley walked in again.

“Mistah J wants you downstairs,” she said curtly. Just to piss her off, Dominique dropped her towel and walked right past her. She turned around to face Harley.

“You think I know my way around here?” she got off on the pissed look Harley threw her. Disgusted, Harley led her down a flight of stairs to a large room on the first floor. Dom made sure she made mental images of everything, just in case. Harley stopped at a large purple door and knocked three times. It creaked open and she skipped in. “Weirdo”/Weirdo.

“Puddin’,” she sang happily. Oh God, it hurts to hold it in! “I got her.” Dominique rolled her eyes and walked in. It had to be the head honcho’s office when this place was running. It still looked abandoned, except for the fresh pieces of paper that were on the floor. A wooden chair with black leather was in the middle of the room, but that was it for decoration. Joker was sitting at a metal desk, surrounded by his guys. He looked annoyed, and Dom prayed Harley was making it worse. Joker’s makeup was messy and half-gone. He was wearing his jacket, which made him look bigger then he really did. Overcompensation! Diamond couldn’t hold it anymore and was laughing. A small giggle escaped her mouth, which she covered by giving a fake sneeze.

Harley propped herself on his desk and gave him the lamest look Dominique ever seen. Harley reached out to touch his face, but Joker caught it and stared out her.

“Everyone out!” he ordered. The guys mumbled about something as they all filed out. Joker let go of Harley’s hand. She rubbed it slightly. “Harley,” he drawled out. “I said everyone.”

“But Puddin’…”

“OUT!” The boy had vocal chords. Harley slinked away and Dom resisted the sudden urge to trip her. Joker waited till the door was shut before pointing to the chair. Dominique obeyed, still freaked from him yelling. He settled down and pulled something out of a drawer. It was a full bottle of Jack Daniels and a shot glass. “You know, it’s, uh, been three days.”

Damn. She knew time had passed, but that was crazy. She stayed quiet as he licked his lips. “And, uh, your…father didn’t listen to my demands.”

Her heart began to pound hard. She didn’t know what to expect now. Dom noticed his knife on the table, pointing to the side. Joker caught her looking at it, and then stretched his eyes up to meet hers. “But then I found out something really funny. You wanna know?”

“Amuse me.” Dom felt a huge lump forming in her throat. She watched the Joker reach into the drawer he pulled the liquor out of. Dom’s body clenched up, but soon relaxed when he threw a manila folder on his desk.

“Open it,” he smiled. Dom reached over and opened it. When she read what was inside, her eyes went big.

“See, when Daddy didn’t pay up, some of my guys pulled up some information on ya. Thought I could find something to torture you with, ya know, for fun. But that’s when I noticed this lovely little piece of information.” Joker emphasized each word. He didn’t say anything, watching her expression the entire time. He poured some Jack into the shot glass and pushed it toward her. “Seems I kidnapped someone who wasn’t really who I thought.”

Dominique was not listening. She was looking at her birth records. It had to be a fake. It had to be. “He…he….”

“Yep kid. That’s not your dad.”

On her birth certificate, there was her mother’s handwriting and her name: Danita Valmount. Next to it was Derrick Torretto. Why did that name sound familiar? Then it hit her…the guy at her mom’s funeral. The one who said she made a nice corpse.

“Seems Fredo couldn’t…rise….to the occasion, so one of his goons did it for him.” Joker watched her expression with high interest.

That Sonofabitch….

“I’m going to fucking kill him!” Dominique snapped and started tearing the folder apart. “I’ll kill him for what he did to my life!”

Joker gave a smug smile. He picked the shot glass up and leaned across the table. “Now comes the fun part. Drink?”

R & R please?