Light filtered in slowly, causing the young boy to feel his heart of a little stirring of revenge. Arkham asylum is where our story begins.
"Is there anything you want to add to your story?" said a woman with light blonde hair. She has a body of a gymnast. Her name is Harley Quinn and she is a therapist or a doctor, whichever one you prefer. She took up the case of the Joker. She is very fund of his stories.
"Oh Dr. Quinn, there are more to my stories if only I had the right mind for it," said the Joker with his creepy red smile but that never bothered Harley because she has a "special" liking to him. Sometimes Harley helped the Joker in escaping or getting weapons, whatever it would take for him to notice her. After the session Harley goes to her desk and types in her observations. She then stops by the exercising room where prisoners can work out. There is a tinted window for doctors/ guards can look through to make sure things are going smoothly. Harley gets a sneak peek and see's him, oh how she felt guilty for staring at him.
"Dr. Quinn?" said another Doctor who isn't very important to the story.
"Oh hello, I'm sorry I was just checking up on my patients."
" I just need you to go run this through the fax for me and go visit Ivy for me." Said the doctor and he gave her the documents, left without another word. Harley took a quick glance and saw the Joker looking right at her. She left without another look. It was a rainy night; Quinn likes working late because she feels more relaxed. The lights were flickering on and off, if the power goes out it will mean more enforcement because the doors need electricity to work. So if the power goes out, the prisoners go out. After faxing the papers, Harley was walking to the door when the lights went out. The door shuts and emergency alarms go off. Harley was panicking because she was in a tight space. There was only one window with bars on it and a printer/fax machine. There was nothing else but an empty desk with a phone. Harley reached for the phone but got no dial tone, a voice came on through the intercom.
" Please remain where you are and we will get the generators working, if a prisoner escape we will open fire." That was the end of the message. Harley tried the door again to make sure it wasn't locked for good but she had no luck. She went to the empty desk and sat on the chair. She hoped for the power to come back on, something broke the silence. Screams, it felt like people were getting killed. Harley thought about her life and how she didn't accomplish anything, was she going to die a worthless nothing? Soon there were footsteps running down the hallway, Harley thought best not to make noise because she didn't know who was on the other side of the door running. There was a bang at the door; she didn't know what to do. Then there was another bang, she let a tiny scream out but covered her mouth as fast as she could. Another bang, another bang, she hid under the desk. The generators came on, so did an alarm/message.
"Please go back to your cells or you will get sent to the torture room. Thank you for your cooperation." That was the end. Harley started to get up but then someone grabbed her and she felt the person's hand go over her mouth. She tried to free herself but there was no luck. Then she felt something strike her or pinch her and she fell into a deep sleep. Later she woke up...