I tapped my pen on the clipboard as a frail woman recounts the people she kills.
"Harleen ?" she asks timidly.
"Yes?" I answer as I look over the woman's file.
Name: Annie Nightfal Age: 32 Haircolor: Black.
"Do you really think we need to be cured?" Annie asks as I take off my glasses.
"No I don't. You just need help. You can't deny there is an element of glamour to asylum patients," I smile warmly as the guards escort her out.
Joan meets me as my heels click into the hall.
"Wow Harleen! You're amazing!" She says as we walk through the High security wing of the Asylum.
"Please call me Harley. Everyone does. It's not as bland as Harleen." I say as whistling stops me in my tracks.
Mostly this wing was filled with pounding fists as the patients' yelled profanities and swore revenge. I stopped in front of patient number 1326's cell. He grinned and flashed a quick smile at me as I bolted back to Joan.
" Who's that?" I asked cranking my head back to look at him.
He was at least six feet in height and had horrible gashes from the corners of his mouth to his cheekbones making his face permanently into a demonic smile. His hair was a faded yellow-green and he had mischievous green eyes.
"Oh him, that's the most infamous criminal in Gotham," Joan said
"Clown prince ofcrime!" The man yelled as Joan rolled her eyes.
"That's the Joker." I simply nodded.
As Joan and I walked outside I stopped.
"I need to look at Annie's file real fast! I'll see you tomorrow!" I yelled over my shoulder.
Once inside I stalked into the file area. I bent down and found the file I was looking for. Real name: Unknown, Height: 6 feet Eye color: green. I flipped through the pages until a paper fluttered out of the stack. In messy handwriting it stated. 'I knew you'd go through this! Come talk soon-J' I gasped.
"What the hell?" I asked out loud.
I barley knew this so called "Joker" and he knew what I was going to do next! I had just moved here fresh out of college. I pushed my glasses up my nose, and walked into the high security wing and tapped on the plexi-glass.
"How did you get out of your cell?" I coldly snapped.
Joker leered. "Oh that's a magic trick, my dear,"
I arched my eyebrows.
"You know what?" Joker asked coming closer to the glass.
I stood my ground even though I was just mere inches away from a cold-blooded killer.
"What?" I clipped.
"I like the name. Harleen Quinzel," He rolled it on his tounge and knitted his eyebrows up.
"Shorten it up a bit and you get Harley Quinn," He laughed as I tapped my foot impatiently.
"Like the clown character. I know I've heard it before. Now if that's all I'll be going,"
I started walking away and he shouted out,
"That name puts a smile on my face! Makes me think I have someone to tell all my secrets to!" I abruptly stopped and smirked.
When I went home I tore the tie out from my hair and sat on the couch watching the news. Soon I fell into a deep pit of sleep. woke up sweating and gasping for air. Vertigo took over as I tried to read the clock. 5:35 AM. Taking a deep breath I stood up and dragged myself to work.