Hello people. Everyone seems to have their own take on the Joker-Harley seduction and her origin. This is mine. Then why should you read this? I dunno. Probably the same reason you clicked on this: You love the Joker and/or Harley Quinn. In my case, I've grown a rather unhealthy obsession over the characters. Especially with Harley.
Anyways, reviews and follows are always appreciated. please comment regardless if you liked the story or not (preferably, the former) so i know what people think of the story and what I need to improve on. Thanks, and here goes nothing
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Cars were always running fast in Gotham. Danger seemed to be part of the people's everyday lives, too much, in fact. But no matter how used they were to the risks of the City life, or, even worse, the Gotham life, they seemed to speed up more as they passed by a particular street, wanting to get away from it as fast as possible. They even refused to look at what was at the end of it, an old-looking rusted black gate. At least, that was all that was visible. Only a vast minority had actually been close enough to see pass the gates. And what they saw, wasn't exactly one they would like to revisit.
Inside the building, there was still a facade. Though not particularly very clean and pretty, it didn't really look like how most people had described it: hell.
Doctors rarely lasted for more than four years. And those unfortunate enough to stay longer, have no hope of ever leaving. They had been sucked in. Their appearances were also a facade. Inside, their souls had been tainted with the horrors that they had to socialize with-if treating mentally-unwell patients was considered as a social activity.
It was seven forty-five, a little over an hour before the employees changed shifts. One doctor in particular, was wishing that time would come quickly and pass her by, just so she could get what she needed to do over with. But then again, she also wished time would slow down, maybe even stop, thinking that it would be better not to go through with it. But as she sat in her office, she thought, what could she do?, she had already agreed to it, not after a heavy debate of course.
A knock at the door was heard, and her body started filling up with fear. Halfway through, she forced the fear out of her and gathered the courage to say two simple words, "Come in."
The door opened and an orderly emerged. "All set, Doctor Quinzel?" The answer was no, but she couldn't say that. Instead, she stood up, took her bag, and hoped for the best. "Yeah."
The orderly, a slightly muscular man by the name of Billie, led the doctor to the High Risk Ward. It was a zoo up there, almost literally considering the animals that had taken abode to it. Somewhere in what could be considered as the underbelly of Arkham, was an examination room. Beside the door was another orderly, a taller one with blond hair, named Mike. He greeted the doctor, who failed to notice the act as she laid eyes on the door, labeled: "The Joker".
Her stare was interrupted when the door slid open. Her eyes adjusted from the shadowy atmosphere of the corridor, to the single light bulb that seemed to be illuminating the room like the sun.
Her throat dried when she saw the perso-the creature inside.
There were no furniture besides a leather chair, a leather couch, and a table, all bolted to the floor. He laid on the couch, with his body straight, his upper arms and his legs strapped, and his hands cuffed over his chest.
He felt the presence of someone, someone new. He looked up at the ceiling with his eyes shut and let out a soft sigh. Slowly, the corners of his lips raised up to a grin as he inhaled the air, taking in his surroundings. He let the air out and licked his lips.
"Hello, Pumpkin."
