Authors note: Hello everyone, Welcome to mind of a maniac. Here, you will journey through a world where blood and gore is the norm, and "Love" has its own twisty irony. I welcome you all on this journey with me as I grow along with my story. Constructive criticism is welcome and reviews are pleasurable (lol) I thank you all for reading, Enjoy.
-WhySoCuriouss
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in use in this story, ( made up of my own accord) I wasn't genius enough to come up with such lovely characters :) WARNING: Torture, Twisted love and abuse. Read at your own risk.
See Through My Eyes, Heaven's Lies.
Chapter 1: Memory of all Memories.
Smooth creamy skin glistens in the sunlight as nude stocking are slid upon long slender legs. Humming to herself, Harleen Quinzel slowly applied the stockings to each leg, carefully avoiding poking holes with her neatly sharp nails.
'Perfect' She beamed.
Today was the beginning of the newest, Biggest chapter in her life.. Just a week earlier, her hard work and dedication was rewarded as she received a letter addressed from The Elizabeth Arkham Asylum for the Criminally Insane. After weeks of relentless calling and sent résumés, She had finally got a response.
'Wow, Arkham Asylum..The most notorious nut house there is..' She giggled to herself.
Harleen Graduated with honors and majored in Psychology, formally providing therapy for inmates facing death row. Highly recommended and reviewed, she received many offers at different Prisons, but she turned them down. They just didn't give her the..What was the word she was searching for?
'Excitement maybe?'
She inwardly frowned.
'As if being surrounded by murderers wasn't enough excitement for ya..' A voice whispered softly through her thoughts.
She shivered and shook her head harshly.
'Please..Not now..Leave me alone' She felt her eyes slightly water.
On the outside, Harleen was the picture perfect girl. Long, Golden blonde hair hung in deep waves, swaying against her hips like the ocean, Caressing and contrasting against her porcelain skin. Dark blue eyes shined brightly through black trimmed reading glasses, dark lashes bring out the ocean blue in their depths. Ruby red lipstick boldly adorned perfect lips.
Yes, she was indeed "beautiful" by standards, but she showed no signs of knowing it. Inside however, She dealt with a dark, mysterious fear. A fear that was all too real. A nightmare that she couldn't wake from.
A horror that she hid well.
She clamped her eyes shut and willed the dark thoughts away, planting a semi heartfelt smile on her face. She determined she would remain positive. She will succeed in this. She had a point to prove. Apparently, the whispers were that her good looks played a major role in her scoring such a big opportunity, due to other upscale doctors applying for the same position as her were turned down.
She gritted her teeth out of frustration.
'Just can't give a girl credit..No matter, I'll show them..I'll show them all' She outwardly sighed.
Determined, She grabbed her keys from her night stand and grabbed her white lab coat. Her dark leather pencil skirt squeaking slightly as she adjusted her button down blouse. She glanced at the mirror one last time.
'Let's go! You got this doctorrrr..' A voice whispered mockingly, drawing out the words menacingly.
She squeezed her eyes shut, and headed for the door.
ARKHAM ASYLUM
Dr. Grier pinched his nose in annoyance as he read over files of the lawsuit in front of him. Groaning, he signed the papers tiredly, Knowing it was useless to continue avoiding the problem.
Arkham asylum was your average mental institution.
Well, That is, if you don't include the fact that Gotham City's worst of the worst called this place 'Home'.
Dr. Grier had been the leading Doctor at Arkham for over 10 years. Patients, doctors, nurses, and staff go, but he remained. This was his life, His profession, and as crazy as it sounded, His relief. He believed, that with the right kind of 'Medical help' and therapy, anyone could be helped and even potentially, healed.
Over his span of his ten plus years he had seen many things in his life, Some tragic, Some gruesome, Some so unspeakable, it gave him psychological troubles for days on end.
Nothing however, could prepare him for Arkham's most recently acquired patient.
'Patient 0801..' He glanced over at the vanilla folder on his desk. Reaching over, He glanced at the information inside briefly.
PATIENT #0801
NAME: UNKNOWN
ALIAS(es): THE JOKER/Clown Prince Of Crime/Mister. 'J'
AGE: UNKNOWN
EYES: LIGHT BLUE
HAIR: GREEN
HEIGHT: 6'2
KNOWN ACCOMPLICE(s): UNKNOWN
MOTHER: UNKNOWN
FATHER: UNKNOWN
SPOUSE(s): UNKNOWN
SUMMARY: Mass Murder, Terrorist, Extortion, Torture, Arson, Armed Robbery, Grand Theft Auto, possible gang affiliation. Highly unpredictable, extremely dangerous and manipulative. Has psychotic violent obsession with making jokes and smiling. Take extreme precaution.
He shuddered inwardly as he remembered his encounter with the deadly man.
12:34am
Doors slammed open as a group of men struggling came stumbling through, all using strength to restrain a resisting man.
"Make sure he's strapped down GOOD! He already killed two officers on the way here! Doctor! Do you have something to immobilize the guy?!"
A strong built officer struggled as he helped hold down a man strapped in a straight jacket. Finally they managed to strap the deranged man down as he suddenly grew still and silent, making Dr. Grier flinch as he walked toward them, syringe in hand. The hairs on Dr. Grier's neck stood up as the man who's face was still hidden by streaks of long, now messy vibrantly green hair, let out a slow, malevolent laugh, making him freeze slightly.
Holding his breath, he regained his composure as he continued on. Slowly the green haired man raised his head, and cold icy blue clashed with fearful brown, demanding dominance. Dr. Grier's stomach twisted in an almost painful way. It couldn't have been from fear?
Could it?
Could someone really be so frightening, so evil, that their very essence could create fear? Let alone a single disturbing uncomfortable laugh? He swallowed deeply. It couldn't be possible. He'd seen the word of the worst over the years, but this..This was different.
This was..frightening.
Laughing loudly, menacingly, the green haired man spoke.
"Hey doc, they say I'm sick.. you think you can cure me? It seems I just can't stop smiling!" cackling, he snapped his teeth in the doctors direction, causing Dr. Grier to jump back.
Maybe such a person did exist after all.
Moving cautiously, he positioned the needle towards his arm and quickly administered the drugs. He breathed out loudly as he watched the mans head droop slightly. Mumbling, the abnormally pale man laughed sluggishly low as the drugs took their effect. "I'll see you later, Doc." He slurred as they wheeled him to solitary.
Distinctively, He rubbed the goosebumps away. Was it cold in here? Or..
Maybe, such a man did exist.
Walking towards his office, a young woman holding a vanilla folder jogged to keep up, handing him the files. "I can't believe they actually caught the guy! He's practically untouchable..I can't believe he's really here..and I get to treat the freak" Dr. Green mumbled, the fear apparent in her wide doe eyes...
This had been only the previous week before, and since then it had been two weeks since was brutally murdered. Her throat was slashed, and a poorly drawn smile was carved in her face.
He slammed the folder down violently.
Her family filed a wrongful death lawsuit, so currently he was on damage control. Since the tragedy, no one dared to take the position to see the deranged clown up, for fear of what would happen to them.
How could he blame them?
After all, the previous doctor didn't die a peaceful death.
But now, it as if he was catching a break. Due to the tragedy, he hadn't been able to check emails due to dealing with damage control, so when he did he received a reply from his friend at Arkham Elite Prison, after reaching out to him, explaining how he needed interns. Attached, was a single resume and written review.
'Harleennn.. Sounds old. Good, maybe she can help around here' He skimmed through.
Her test scores were incredible, IQ acceptable, and her reviews of recent jobs were impressive. He found the contact number and grabbed his office phone dialing the numbers. A brief twenty minute conversation was held as he filled her in, excited but slightly filled with guilt.
He frowned slightly as he remembered Dr. Green.
Legally, he wasn't obligated to tell the new intern the fate of his last employee. He shook his head, contemplating deeply. He frowned sadly as he though of the owner chewing him out for being short of staff.
He decided against it.
"We're all so excited to have you on the team ..it shall be a pleasure working with you as well.. Ok…I shall see you in a few hours" he pinched the bridge of his nose in guilt, slamming the phone down harshly.
It couldn't hurt too much...Right?
TO BE CONTINUED…
