Disclaimer: I do not own anything of what I am about write... I do not mean to affend anyone... I did not profit off of this story...
Warning: Just a fair thought, I am not one for much realism like Nolan. So you won't find that much in my stories. I must apologize. I'm just not Nolan.
Author's Note: First chapter to the seqeul Introduction to an End. After much thought and consideration, I finally came up with this.
Killer Obsession
Chapter 1
Animal
Harley Quinn hummed as she slammed the door to Warden Mike Lawrence's office shut. She cleaned her blood drenched knife, while taking all the time she needed walking down the dimly lit hallways of Arkham Asylum. She finished cleaning the knife and stopped to look around. She was at a split in the hallway, both pointing left or right.
"Psychos right…" Harley said pointing right, "Bathrooms left…" she said pointing in the other direction. She laughed gleefully as she skipped to the right.
"Freeze!" someone yelled out from in front of her, their body hidden in the dark. She stopped and squinted her eyes to try and see who it was.
Security Guard Rick James stepped forth revealing himslef from the shadows. His gun held straight in front of him, pointing directly at Harley's head.
"Rick!" Harley yelled throwing her arms wide, getting ready to hug him. She took a step towards him.
"I said 'Freeze'!" he yelled again. She dropped her arms and frowned, although, it did look strange with her red lipstick forcing a fake smile.
"Ricky…" she said, "Don't you remember me?" she said pointing to herself and taking another step forward.
"No, I don't! Now will you stop m-moving!" he stuttered.
"Oh, come on!" she said taking her hat off and waving her hair out of her eyes, "I don't look that different!" she said biting her fingernail and rocking her shoulders back and forth.
"Well actually," she said to herself, ignoring Rick's gun, "I doubt you really do…" her voice cheerful, "Considering you ignored me, as your "friend" slammed his fist, TWICE, into my gut as you guys dragged me out of here and threw me on a boat!" she said her voice growing cold and angry.
It hit Rick like a bullet to his chest. "Ms. Quinzel…" he said quietly as he lowered his gun.
"Ah ah ah!" Harley said wagging her finger, pushing the gun up, and bending over until her forehead touched the gun. "Let's not take the time to think about things!" she said smiling up at him. "After all, I did kill a bunch of people!" she said sounding very much like a child, "You'd be making a HUGE difference, IF you pulled that trigger!"
Rick was surprised and completely taken aback by the statement. She has a point… he thought to himself. The gun shook in his hand. Beads of sweat fell off his face. Until, finally, he dropped the gun and fell to his knees. He could've done something! It wasn't her fault of all those people deaths… it was… his…
Harley bent over and looked Rick in the eyes. "Scared of killing, aren't ya?" she asked him. Rick looked up at her. "Heh," she said with a smile, "Unfortunately, I'm not!" she said, her smile disappearing. Rick didn't have time to react. Harley swung her arm and slammed a knife directly into his throat.
"Pity," Harley said leaning close to Rick's ear, "You really could have made a difference…" Rick's eyes were wide and his mouth was open, making strange gurgling sounds. Harley stood up and put her hat back on, but left the knife in Rick's throat. "Tah!" she said waving, before skipping past him. Rick fell over, gurgling, his last breath.
"Let's see…" Harley said skipping down the hallways of Arkham Asylum. "J. Crane…" she said reading the cell names out loud. "A. Wesker… and… Ah ha!" Harley squealed to herself excitedly. "Unknown!" She had the All Access card; she upprehanded from the warden, and pulled the card from in between her cleavage. "What kind of idiot has these things? I mean, what if they were to fall into-" She stopped herself, "Your ranting to yourself again!" she said calmly. She slipped the card into the slot. Why do they use keys for the doors… when there's these handy dandy cards? Harley thought to herself. She shook her head vigorously, pulling her mind back to the task at hand, she stepped back and opened the door…
The Joker lay uncomfortably on the small bench that was his "bed". He heard his cell door open. He turned his head towards it and watched it close. He squinted trying to look through the dark. The lights were turned off because, apparently, to the guards, it was his "beddy time!" The lights flickered on, causing him to cover his eyes. He sat up, waiting for his eyes to adjust to the light.
The Joker saw a very curiously dressed woman smiling at him through the thick glass that kept him in his cell. He jumped in surprise. He looked her up and down she had the same makeup as him and was dressed… Like a jester...?
"Hi!" she yelled waving at him, causing him to jump once more. Joker couldn't bear himself any longer.
"Who... are you?" he asked slowly, licking his dry lips. The woman frowned and walked over to the keypad on the wall. She punched in a few numbers and waited for the glass to rise. She walked towards him.
"Don't you recognize me?" the woman asked pointing at herself. The Joker tilted his head and his mouth hung open, he tried to think. After a while drool began to ooze out of his mouth. He jolted back into reality and wiped the drool away. "Sorry, don't have a clue!" he said finally, with the legendary smile, spreading across his face.
"Harleen Quinzel!" she said pouting, crossing her arms. The Joker clutched his chin and stared at her. Until, finally, he smiled and looked "Harleen" up and down. He started to laugh. After some time, he wiped a tear away and leaned back.
"Ms. Quinzel!" he yelled, "Love the new you!"
"Ah ah!" she said wagging her finger, "It's not Harleen Quinzel anymore! Say 'hello' to your new and improved Harley Quinn!" she yelled spreading her arms wide.
"Hello," he replied waving.
"C'mon! I'm busting you out of here!" she said beckoning him to the door.
"What?" he asked, surprised.
"Unless, you like it here…" she said frowning.
The Joker looked at the bench he was sitting on. Before staring back up at her, without saying word he stood up. He walked out the door with Harley. She slammed the door behind him and started to run to the exit. "Wait!" the Joker yelled after.
"What?" Harley asked returning to him.
"I heard from some very talkative guards and lousy psychologists, that they have quite the animal locked up in the basement…" the Joker said with a huge smile…
