As I sat in my cell with my arm in a cast and my head bandaged up, I thought about how I went from being a highly respected doctor here at Arkham Asylum, to a deranged, corrupted and lovesick criminal who received daily beatings from her psychopathic boyfriend and was now imprisoned due to him pushing her out of a window after trying to surprise him with the thing he had been working at for years.
Face it Harl, J has never loved you and he never will. You might as well not even exist to him. He only used you. My inner voice said.
Hey, Harley Girl! My other inner voice said.
Yes? My first inner voice answered.
How's about you stop mopin' about that jerk and find a way to get us the hell outta here?
What's the point? Mista J doesn't love us, so there's no point.
No point!? Fuck Mista J! You gotta get us out Harley Girl! We can go team up with Red and the Cat Bitch.
My cell door opened suddenly and a man walked in.
"Hello Harleen. My name is Dr. Reese and I'll be you doctor now that you're at Arkham. We'll meet everyday at 1:00 for an hour. I hope you grow to trust me and feel safe to tell me anything."
He's just here for your secrets. The same thing you were after when you started here with Mista J. My second inner voice warned me.
She's right Harley. Don't trust this monkey. He doesn't even know what he's doing.
My mind floated back to what my second voice said about Mista J. And just like that, my screw-loose brain returned to seven years before, when I was just a rookie and I met my puddin.
I poured myself a third cup of coffee the morning I was to have my first session with the patient I had been working on getting for months. If I wasn't jittery enough from being around The Joker, I sure was now. But my new friend and colleague Joan Leland said to be extra aware and awake around The Joker since he was known to pull things with his doctors and often tried to kill them. I glanced a the clock and realised that I was already three minutes late for work and raced out the door after throwing my hair into a bun and slipping on my white coat.
After my daily session with one of my other patients was over, I headed straight for the special session room with The Joker. When I walked in, I was greeted by two guards and a pale faced man with a head of green hair and green eyes. A giant, eerie smile stretched across his face.
"Well hello doctor. I understand that you've requested me especially. How lucky am I? You're so beautiful, I could just cut you into little pieces. I'm sure you already know, but I'm The Joker, Clown Prince of Crime."
