A/N:
This story is a little bit different for me. I hope everyone enjoys it. It will be told in third person, and chapters will alternate between Joker and Harley's POV as needed for my muse.
Dr. Harleen Quinzel, well former doctor, sat in her cell, giggling to herself. Her life had changed drastically about two months prior. She used to be a well-respected, well liked, psychiatrist at Arkham Asylum. Like other doctors there she had a handful of patients she treated on a daily basis.
Harley loved her job, the pay as great and her job was far from boring. She seemingly had the perfect life. But, it only takes one bad day.
2 Months earlier.
Harley's fabled bad day began like every other day. Wake up, eat, and get ready. She was driving to work, no issues. The large gates seemed to take forever to open, but she had plenty of time. She pulled into the employee parking lot with her beat up car. She rechecked her makeup and headed inside.
She went to the break room and got her coffee. She went to her office, she sipped the blistering hot coffee and started her day. She used the early time in the day to get her paperwork caught up. She hated for her files to be out of order.
She was about to head to her first appointment when the alarms started blaring. She had to put her hands over her ears. The sound was sharp and deafening. Just as she felt her head was about to split, the alarm stopped. She went to her door and looked out into the hallway.
She saw a guard going door to door. "Hey Fred, what was that all about?" she asked.
He walked up to her and checked in her office. "Crane got out again." He explained. "He attacked that new guy and took off. The alarm sounded and we started looking for him." He turned to leave. "We found him sitting in his cell."
"That makes no sense." Harley told him. "Glad its ok. Was the new guy hurt badly?" she asked.
"Nah, just a knock on the head. He'll be fine. Take care Harleen." He turned to leave.
"It's Harley," she corrected. Only her mother called her Harleen.
She grabbed her notebook. Headed for the session room.
It was lunch time before she knew it. The extra excitement had worn her out, she wasn't usually tired like this. She ate her salad and drank her grape soda. She got up to throw away her trash and felt light headed. She tried to shake it off and her finger tips and toes were going numb. When her lips started to tingle, she knew something was wrong. She sat down as her vision started to go dark around the edges. She reached in her pocket and hit her panic button, at least she hoped she did as she blacked out completely.
Harley was in the dark. She thought her eyes were open, but it was so dark she wasn't sure. The fear at the thought of not being able to see sent chills down her spine.
"Hello?" she yelled. There was no echo. Was she outside? She turned in a circle, and there she could see a small pinprick of light. She walked towards it. It looked so close now. She lifted her hand and touched it, plucked at it like a loose string. She pulled, the point of light stretched, then tore. Harley couldn't hear anything.
She continued to pull, heat flew from the hole. She flinched. It wasn't just heat, it was wet too. The hot liquid splashed. It felt good like slipping into a hot bath when your body feels cold. Harley glanced at the tear she had made. More light was coming through. She looked around and could see the liquid now. The light made it look black.
She put her hand into it and lifted it. Her hand was coated with blood. She felt like she should be panicked but she wasn't. It was warm and inviting. The blood was now at her waist. This felt right. Closing her eyes, she slowly lowered herself into the thick fluid.
She gasped, she was standing outside in the heat of the sun. She had to put her hand up to shield her eyes. She looked around, she saw a small figure, hunkered down into a small ball.
"Hello?" she said, the figure didn't move. She stepped closer. "Can you hear me?" she asked.
The figure stood up from the crouch. It was a woman, about her height. Harley walked closer to her. The woman's back was to her and she reached to tap her on the shoulder. The stranger didn't even acknowledge her. "Excuse me? Where are we?" She asked as she turned the woman around.
Harley quickly let go of her and stepped back. It was her, she was looking at herself. Her heart began to race. "What's the big deal?" she asked looking around. The doppelgänger didn't speak, only stared at her blinking.
"Can you talk?" she asked her double. The twin nodded, not breaking eye contact. "Who are you, why are we here?" she asked.
The look-alike started to giggle, slowly that giggle turned into laughter.
"Shut up!" Harley yelled. This only made the laughter increase. Harley snapped. She reached up and slapped her double, hard enough to snap her head to the side.
The laughing stopped, but Harley was mortified. She wasn't an aggressive person. That's not how she was raised. She could hear the voice of her mother "Harleen, ladies do not show such mannish emotions, we push them down and lock them away." He mother didn't allow it. She cringed at the memory.
The clone turned her head back to Harley, the look in the girl's eyes was disturbing, the smile terrifying. Harley had split the girls lip with the slap. The blood staining her otherwise perfect teeth.
Harley noticed the taste of blood in her mouth. She reached up and wiped her hand across her lips, wincing when she touched the split part on her own lip. The wound mirroring her twin's own.
"What the fuck?" she muttered. This causing her double to begin cackling again. Harley leaned in and the double followed, still laughing. The look in the other girl's eye was the scariest thing Harley had ever seen in her life.
Harley slowly lifted her hand, the double mirroring the action. Harley continued, trying to ignore the other Harley's hand getting closer to her. Her hand touched the pseudo Harley's face. The moment her skin made contact, both Harleys screamed.
Harley cracked her eyes open. The bright light hurting, burning straight to her brains. She moved to cover them with her hands, but found resistance. This time she slowly opened her eyes, and felt queasy as things swam into focus. She looked around, she was lying on a gurney. No, she was strapped to a gurney.
She lifted her head as high as she could, studying her surroundings. There was a small sink and counter, jars of cotton balls and swabs. The walls were a pale green. Had to be a hospital, they were to only ones who had walls this color.
This realization brought up more questions. Was she hurt? She tried to wiggle and flex as much as the restraints would allow. Nothing hurt. She was just stiff, probably from being in this damn bed.
The door opened, startling her.
"Good to see you awake Dr. Quinzel."
"Never heard of her." Harley replied.
The Man checked the paper he was holding. "It says here, you are Dr. Harleen Quinzel. Age 27, and a practicing psych doctor here at Arkham." He looked up at her expectantly.
"Nope, the name's Harley Quinn," she tried to raise her hand. She let out a frustrated sound, then continued, "Nice to meet ya." She finished flashing him a million dollar smile.
"Uh huh, Okay, well last week a patient let loose a chemical concoction he had made without anyone's knowledge. You Dr. Qui.."
"Harley." She interrupted.
"Harley," he continued, "You were exposed. You were found clutching you panic button. We brought you here to the medical area, and you have been catatonic for the last 5 days." He watched for her reaction. When there was none, He continued. "Last night you woke screaming. We sedated you and restrained you for your safety." He gestured to the wrist, chest and ankle restraints.
She stared at him, blankly. "If you are feeling better, we'd like to get you up and moving around. Maybe try to eat?"
At the thought of food, her stomach growled.
"Sure, doc sounds peachy."
Harley was eating, while the doctor continued to talk at her. She wished he would just shut up. She didn't want to hear his voice anymore.
"This all sound super fun doc, but I just want to get out of here." She interrupted him. He looked at her, his frustration showing.
"Your test all came back ok, I guess you are free to go." He told her. She jumped up and headed towards the door. She stopped, "I'm not sure where I am going. Do I have a car here?" she asked.
The Doctor's face showed his surprise. "Follow me." He told her. He led her to her office, she looked around. 'Boring' she thought. He held the door open for her.
She stepped in and walked to the desk, looking through the drawers. "Yahzee!" she said aloud, pulling the large bag from the bottom drawer.
She dug through and found a set of keys, a cell phone, and her wallet. She looked at her address. She knew how to get there. 'cool' she thought.
"Thanks, doc but I have to go now." she told the man and headed towards the doors.
She pressed the button on the key fob, surprised when she saw a mini cooper's light flash. Harley was pleased with the tiny car, she loved the way she could weave in and out of traffic. She arrived at the apartment building on her ID. The building looked fancy. She must be a great doctor. She walked to the door and it swung open. A man in a suit held the door.
"Good afternoon, Ms. Quinzel." He said. She looked at him.
"Call me Harley." She told him shaking his hand. He looked at her like she had lost her mind. She looked around the lobby. "I live here?" she asked the man.
"Yes ma'am. For the last 2 years." He told her. "You feeling ok?" he asked.
"Oh yeah, I'm fine. Had a little accident at work, memory is a bit fuzzy." She explained to him. "Which floor do I live on? My ID just says apt B." she explained.
The man looked at her, smiled, and told her. "Fourth floor."
"Thanks." She skipped off towards the elevator.
She got in and hit the button for the fourth floor. She stepped out and looked from side to side. There were only two doors in this small hallway. The one on her right had a large 'B' on it. She got to the door and put in her key.
Her apartment was as drab as her office. All white and beige. Like it was ready for an open house. There were no personal pictures or trinkets. She dropped her bag on the beige sofa.
The living room and kitchen were all one room. Split only by the tile in the kitchen and small bar. She walked through the small hallway. She was bored of this place quickly. No color, no life. Her bedroom was a twin size bed and a brown dresser, ugly boring clothes in the closet. She had to go shopping. She looked in her wallet and found a credit card.
She changed from the hospital scrubs into a black skirt and white shirt. She pulled her hair into a high ponytail and grabbed a pair of flats from the closet.
She looked dull. But she would fix that soon. She hurried to the street and walked along the shop fronts, looking for something that caught her eye. Finally she found one that looked acceptable. She went in and bought her a fluffy twirling skirt and a fitted top. She found acute pair of ankle boots. She felt better. She put the boring clothes in a bag and threw them in the garbage bin.
She walked around, the streets familiar, but completely new to her. She stopped at a small restaurant and decided to grab a bite to eat. She looked at the menu, she decided to get a big bowl of pasta. She ate her food fast and paid the ticket, leaving the waiter a generous tip. She walked back home and turned on the TV.
She was so bored. There was nothing to do. She was tired of TV. All that was in here was books. She didn't want to read, she wanted to have fun. She decided to practice her gymnastics. The living room was plenty big enough. Now she was having fun.
She was in a full sweat when she heard the knock on her door. She looked at the clock on the stove, It was 8:27pm. Who would be coming to visit this late? Did she have a boyfriend? Hm. So many questions.
She skipped to the door and looked through the peep hole. The tall man standing there didn't look familiar. She spoke through the door. "Who is it?"
"It's Martin." Name didn't ring a bell.
"What do you want Martin?" she asked still not opening the door.
"I called your office, they said you were recovering at home. Let me in Harleen." He said.
"The name's Harley, bub, And I don't know you." She said.
He hit the door, "Open the damn door. Quit playing around." He raised his voice to her.
"Nah, I don't think so." She told him walking away.
She stopped when she heard a key enter the tumbler. The knob turned and this stranger just walked into her home.
He froze when he saw her. "Harleen quit playing, I've been worried about you." He told her closing and locking the door behind him.
"Listen Marcus," she began.
"Martin," he corrected.
"I don't know who you are, but you need to get out of my place now." she told him. She backed up to the bar that divided her living area and kitchen. She opened the drawer looking for something to protect herself. All she could find was a meat hammer. 'It'll do.' She thought to herself.
She put the hammer in her hand and took a step towards him. He smiled at her. "Harleen, baby." He started. "Fuck you Melvin, get out." She said again.
"Martin," he corrected. He stayed where he was, just realizing she was serious. "Do you really not remember me?" He asked.
"Out!" was her reply.
"Fine, I will go." He walked to the door, he unlocked it. Pausing for a second, he finally opened the door. He stepped out and as Harley moved to shut and lock it, he moved back inside. He grabbed her arm and pulled her to him. He kissed her.
She was shocked for a second. Then she stepped away and swung the meat tenderizing hammer. It made a thud, a thick meaty sound. He fell to the floor, and the beautiful blood splatter flew along the wall. She looked at the deep red of the spray. Beautiful. She moved over his and hit him again, and again. She made sure to swing the tool around, flinging the blood everywhere. She stopped when the hammer hit the wooden floor with a deep thud.
She looked around at the beauty of her artwork. She dropped the hammer and walked back to her living room, continuing her work out.
About fifteen minutes went by before she heard a loud shouting in the hallway and then all hell broke loose.
I was goofing off with my friend , bouncing ideas off of her and she liked this one and insisted I write this... here is the beginning and I need to know what you guys think, should I even bother with this one? pm or reviews are welcome.