Having to listen to peoples mundane problems became a problem for me, I often fantasized about the ways to shut up my patients who would prattle on about divorce, kids, anxiety. They were real problems and that's why they bored me, I wanted something surreal. Soon I decided I would specialize in something, something that was guaranteed to get me more interesting patients. Gotham's criminally insane.
I listened to traumatized kids and adults alike who each week would tell me the same story about how they were almost kidnapped by Two Face or How they were this close to being ripped apart by Killer Croc. These were more like it, it was my own personal story time. I was able to dive into the Minds of truly scarred people and honestly I couldn't be happier! Soon clients were lining up, it didn't matter if I was new to it all apparently I understood.
Hah, I never understood. You mistook understanding for interest, but not interest in you lowly victim, interest in your characters. I made scrapbooks on everyone, I even had favorites but I still didn't know nearly enough. My hunger to find out about these so called supervillains became obsession so I devised a plan.
I used my looks of course, I wasn't a natural blonde but that didn't stop me. I wanted to give of ditzy to the best of my ability and it worked, I was let into Arkham and everyone thought I was looking for fame by exploiting madness. Not the case. I was fascinated by the madness and I needed to get as close as possible, not for some idiotic tell all book but for me. I deserved it for putting up with so much bullshit over my life.
They didn't trust me, duh. Still soon after filling out all the appropriate paperwork they gave me a tour, to be face to face with the masterminds I had analyzed Time and time again. I didn't count on one thing, Mistah J. "Don't make any eyecontact on your first time, think you can do that honey?" Of course I could do it But why would I want to? Where was the fun in that?
He must have pegged me from miles around but I was too thrilled by my surrounding to even notice till I was there. The man next to me was talking to me It was a very poorly guided tour, I clearly knew so much more than this jerk. I wasn;t paying attention as we walked I had taken in so much I couldn't deal With much more excitement, then I was there. I remember we had stopped for the first time and I heard a laugh unlike any other, it was the most beautiful Sound I'd ever heard, cross my heart! I wanted that laugh to be all mine.
The jerk I was with tried to move me along but I was glued to the spot, I raised my head ever so slightly and my eyes met with his. They were the best,
so dark and piercing. They could see right through me right through my core, right to my real self. "Leave the lady alone and let her stare all she wants, she Clearly has good taste. You can call me Joker!" The laugh started again and Harleen had already started to fade out. I had to do everything in my power to learn more about him...he Filled my head, my dreams were green and purple stripes.
Now I'm his and I'm bitterly aware that he isn't mine, he isn't anyone, he will never be anyone's. But I do love my Mistah J!