Welcome to chapter one! I don't own the characters of suicide squad, I just thought they'd be fun to play with. This story is very mature so if you can't really enjoy that then please don't read. Don't forget to read and rate, comment or follow! Love you puddin'
I opened my eyes sleepily and looked over at the clock, it read 5:45am. Fuck! I'm late! Damn insomnia, keeps me up all night why do I even bother to sleep? I sprang up and rushed to get dressed pulling on some usual attire for me, a skirt and shirt combo. Rushing out the house I grabbed my note pad, handbag and cigarettes. As I pulled up to the grisly gates of Arkham Asylum, I thanked whoever sits up there that there wasn't traffic this morning. Dr Arkham likes to start his morning meetings at seven prompt and I was rushing in at twenty to. I had just enough time to grab a coffee, dump my things at my desk and head to the meeting room. Arkham wasn't a bad place to work in, ive been in worse. The lights blinked in places and the whole place needed painting and re-tiling, but this was the home for the criminally insane and the side that the patients don't see is a damn sight better than the side they do. Sitting at a seat in the meeting room I smoothed out my bun and straightened my skirt. Being the absolute obsessed about punctuality that he is, Arkham strode in at 7 on the dot. "Ladies and gentlemen, it's the first of the month which, as you all know, means assignment day." his voice boomed at us, deep and powerful. Dr Arkham took the asylum over after it was passed down, his great grandparents having built it. Just from one look you could tell he was a man of wealth and power, and he knew it. He would be an eligible bachelor if he didn't have such a repulsive attitude toward women, not to mention women that were in his care here. "I'm going to leave the smaller cases up to you guys to sort it out yourself, there's enough for everyone to have one. Dr Christholme, I want you to continue your work with Dent. Dr Jessops, I want you to take on the new case, Oswald Copperpot, also known as the Penguin. Is that okay with everyone?" my shoulder slumped, I've been left with smaller cases as the two higher ones were given to male colleagues. I didn't say anything as last time I did, I didn't get a case at all that month for being too eager. "One more thing, I must have forgotten. Dr Quinzell, you're getting a new case. This will be your most high profile one yet. The joker." I nearly choked. Me? A high profile? "Thank you sir, I'll do my best with him." I tried not to make myself seem happy or smug, which I was, given that I'd been given the best case of the month and that it would seemingly be a long term case. "Don't thank me yet Quinzell, thank me when you survive it." his eyes cut into mine, as of warning me. We all left the room after collecting our meeting times and patient folders. I headed straight for my office, seeing that I was to speak with him alone every day at five pm. I spent the day looking over the folders that the joker had collected, both police and medical. His birth date is unknown, real name unknown, basically everything from when he wasnt the joker is unknown. What is common knowledge though, is the frankly impressive police records ranging from small time robbery to murder. Out of the fifteen doctors he had in the last three years, hed managed to kill five, make three quit, seduced two and encourage them to help him escape, he made two of them so crazy in which they killed themselves, blaming him and the other two are still missing, presumed dead. I need to watch my emotions around this guy if I'm gonna make it out alive. After a quick lunch and another read through of the medical history a knock at my door warned me of his arrival. I moved all of the papers off and grabbed my pen. Since the door to all the offices are sound proof I got up to open it, my eyes met with those of a killer. bright blue and entrancing, he held my gaze long after I looked away, just staring at me, as if to make me uncomfortable. I motioned to the orderlies to put him in the chair opposite my small desk. Most other doctors had restraints or boundaries when it came to meetings but not me, if they weren't comfortable enough to talk to me I certainly won't force it out of them. Once the man was settled and we were alone I began. "Hello Mr Joker my name is Harleen Quinzell and I am going to be your psychiatrist for now, is that okay with you?" No answer. He just stared at me as if he found something amusing or even funny. "I'm going to assume it is then, Mr Joker, do you care to tell me why you're in here?" again no answer "The sooner you feel comfortable talking to me and answering then the sooner I can evaluate and treat you, but don't worry I have plenty of time." his face turned from amusement to confusion and then anger. When I picked up a book from desk and began to read it, it turned much much darker, his haunting eyes turning dark and wicked. His forehead creased and his tattoos wrinkled with it. He leaned back in his chair and composed himself. "Miss Quinzell, I'm trying pretty hard to be a gentleman here as you may or may not realise and you're making it very hard." he gazed at me and I just laid down the book and returned his stare blankly. "I love your name by the way, Harleen Quinzell, so close to Harlequin. Anyone ever call you Harley? It suits you more." I flinched slightly at the name I hadn't heard myself be called in such a long time and he noticed. " I think we're gonna have some fun, doc."
