Hey guys; this is a new story called: the harlequin. (Nolan verse)
Summary: He was the Joker. I was his doctor. I admit it; I had fallen in love with a horrendous psychopath. I saw the sad look on his face, and it was official. I was going to break him out. Nolan verse.
Rating: T
DISCLAIMER
all of the original batman characters belong to DC comics; I own nothing.
Chapter one: arkham asylum.
I drove through the gates of Arkham excitedly. Today was my first day at Arkham Asylum as an intern. I had been a psychiatrist at the mental hospital back home, but I had no future there. See, I like to study the unusual cases.
The ones that are very interesting and rare. I have always had an attraction for extreme personalities.
More exciting, more challenging.
If there was one thing I liked, it was a challenge.
So here I am at Arkham asylum. The mental hospital on the outskirts of Gotham city.
All of the truly unbearable cases get sent here, and that is exactly why I wanted to intern there.
The gates were full of rust; only parts of the gate were covered in splotchy grey paint.
They opened for me, and I drove threw them.
Searching for a park, I had time to study the outside of Arkham, if it was really this spooky on the outside, I can't imagine what it would be inside.
The building was old, it was covered in the same grey splotchy paint that covered the gates, and it was shadowy as the late afternoon sun began to set.
I could see multiple lights coming out of some of the windows above the lower floors. Probably an office area.
Once I had found a park, I opened my door, and stepped out onto the hard, cold cement of the car park. I heard my heels clicking against the ground as I adjusted myself. With one click of a button, my car was locked and safe.
I took a few deep breaths and slowly walked towards the entrance.
A few security guards were standing around, talking to one another.
My long blonde hair was tied up nicely behind my head, in a bun. My glasses were rimless, though they were very noticeable.
My white coat had a nametag attached to my right pocket, and my skirt ended just a few inches above the knee.
My heels clicked loudly as I stood to open the door, my hand just about to reach it- I was pulled back by a tall security guard, 'sorry ma'am, we need you to show ID' I knew this would happen.
Didn't they know I was coming? I sighed, and reached into my pocket, I pulled out a piece of laminated paper.
Dr. Harleen Quinzell
Age: 23
Occupation: psychiatrist
The guard nodded and must have figured out that I was new.
He stopped me again, just before I opened the door. I rolled my eyes, and looked at him politely, 'yes, officer?' the security guard smiled, 'you are the new intern here at Arkham aren't you?' I nodded harshly, and nearly threw my glasses off as I did.
'Well nice to meet you Dr. Quinzell, I'm John Shacobie' he shook my hand slowly and then started again, 'would you like me to show you who you are meeting?' that would be nice;
I had no idea where I was supposed to go, only that I had been accepted as an intern here at Arkham asylum. 'Ooh, please' I said.
John directed me into the building, his work shoes clacked against the floor, and mine clicked gently- echoing into the empty halls.
The hallway was very small, but big enough to fit several people; the walls were coated in ripping yellow paint that was fading.
I spotted a waiting area, just in front of the elevators; it was a ripped green couch, with a few coffee stains around the edges, above it was a painted picture of a lily, and on the table in front of it, was a lily in a cracked yellow vase.
Below the table, in a compartment were dozens of old magazines.
I eyed them. John patted me roughly on the shoulder 'are you alright doctor?' I nodded and joined him in the elevator.
It seems that this was the lobby of the building. John politely stepped passed me and pressed the button 3.
I stood, holding onto my brief case, just waiting for the elevator to start moving. John was a tall man, with a height of about 6 feet.
He had very short whiskers coming out of his chin, and his face was pale.
He was wearing a blue and black uniform, complete with a gun taped to the left side of his body. He had long brown hair that seeped through the bottom of his hat, and his eyes were a deep hazel colour.
I eyed his gun. It scared me.
I kept my breathing calm as the elevator rose slowly.
Can't this thing go any faster?
John seemed to notice my impatience and chuckled slowly to himself; 'Dr. Quinzell, this elevator is the slowest in the building, unfortunately' I smiled.
Great. I began to lose myself, and started to breathe faster.
I kept it calm, and gently closed my eyes.
Controlling my breathing, the doors opened fastly. Clunk. Whoa. Inside floor 3 was a lot darker than the rest of the building; this is where they kept the extreme cases.
This was maximum security.
I noticed a woman with short black hair standing in the corner; she had a white coat on as well.
She had tanned skin and bright violet eyes.
John had his hand on my shoulder, and pulled me over to her, 'hello Joan, this is Dr. Quinzell' the Joan lady turned to me and smiled, 'Harleen Quinzell? I'm Joan Liland' Joan shook my hand firmly, and waited for my greeting.
I looked at John, who winked at me and entered the elevator again.
'Hi Joan, call me Harley. Everyone does'
it was true; everyone in my family had nicknamed me Harley.
'I must admit Dr. Quinzell, I was surprised when you wanted to intern here at Arkham' we walked down the hall.
Both of our shoes clacked loudly against the floors. I noticed the people in their cells look up once the clacking reached them.
Everyone was noisily tapping on the glass, just staring at the both of us, with wide, insane eyes.
A few of the patients sat on their beds, just staring at us through the big unbreakable glass window.
The door was steel, and it was sealed tightly shut.
'Well, I have always had an attraction for extreme personalities.
They're more exciting, more challenging' Joan looked at me with wide eyes, 'and more high profile?' I smiled.
'You can't deny there is an element of glamour to be super criminals.'
Joan shook her head, 'I will warn you right now. These are hardcore psychotics. If you're thinking of cashing in on them by writing a book, think again' a cell caught my eye.
It was darker in this cell, than the others, but it really fascinated me.
Who was in here?
I walked over to the cell, just moments before Joan finished her sentence.
Of course I wasn't going to cash in on them. I peeped through the window, and searched around for the patient.
Joan came up behind me. 'This is the Joker's cell' my heart dropped, 'you have the Joker here?' I barely completed the last word.
Joan smiled, and nodded. 'Yes, unfortunately he'll have to stay in maximum security for the remainder of his time here at Arkham. He's seeing a psychiatrist. Dr. Greene, I'll introduce him to you if you like?' said Joan.
I wasn't listening; I was determined to find the figure of the Joker.
Something bright caught my eyes. Just by the outer right hand corner, was a smile.
A horrific smile full of yellow, cracked teeth. The Joker. The Joker who had horrendous scars on either side of his face, each one blood thirsty.
The Joker wore clown make-up, round black eyes, a white face and a crooked line of lipstick, going from around his scars, and onto his mouth.
He haunted everyone in Gotham.
'Harleen? Dr. Quinzell?' I shook my head and turned back to Joan, 'excuse me, sorry Joan' Joan smiled, 'that's quite alright, would you like to see your office?' I nodded excitedly.
I get my own office? I thought I would just bring my stuff around with me.
Joan led me to an elevator, the exact same elevator that brought me up here.
'You're on floor 7. There should be some people up there waiting for you. Office 288.'
Joan walked down the hallway as the doors closed, and I was lifted towards the top of the building.
The elevator was slower than the last trip.
I sighed and played with my ID.
I fingered it in my pocket, and the doors opened with a bang. A heard a slight 'ding' noise and smiled happily, when I noticed it wasn't so spooky up here.
In fact, it looked normal.
Like an ordinary office.
I stepped out onto the floor, and looked down the hallways, 'hello?' I called out. Slowly, I walked down the hallway and looked at the doors.
276, 278, 280.
I kept going until I reached the door that said 288.
It was an old wooden door, with maroon paint on it. The paint was coming off, but the rest of the walls, floor and ceiling were genuinely clean. They must have revamped the place. I was just about to open the door, when I noticed a key slot just above the handle.
I rolled my eyes and groaned. You need a key. I wasn't given a key.
I was just about to turn and head for floor 3, when a sparkly object was thrown into my hand. I looked down at it. It was a key. I looked up to see a thin man with a thick, black beard and moustache. 'You must be Dr. Quinzell' he said roughly. Beneath his moustache, I could see a huge smile, which made his eyes pop.
He was only a few inches taller than me; he had chocolate brown eyes, and tan skin. 'Yes, that's me.' I shook his hand, as he smiled genuinely, 'my names. Dr. Greene, but just call me Gil' .
Where have I heard that before?
I nodded and pulled the key out of my hand; I fixed it into the slot, and turned it to the right.
In a few seconds, I was able to open my door. I peeped into the office. The window was open.
I was surprised to see that the sun had set, and a wave of purple and blue filled the sky. The night made my office shadowy.
I felt on the wall for a light switch, and flipped it on. The office bursted with light, and I could see.
There was a huge desk, just beside the window- with a bulletin board hanging over it. The desk had a few boxes on top, and in the corner, were three chairs all lined up against each other. The office was complete with a small bin, and a small space for keys.
I was happy with the office; it was big, spacey and suited me completely. 'Like it?' I turned at the sound of Dr. Greene's voice, 'yes I do.... Gil' Dr. Greene chuckled to himself, 'It wasn't always this nice, about 10 years ago it was as filthy as a pig pen. It took over 50 cleaners to get this place in shape'
Dr. Greene walked over to the desk, and sat down in my chair.
It was a thick, comfortable office chair, with wheels; it was covered in black leather.
'Wow' I stated. 'Yes, wow. You are lucky you got one of the new offices. You should see them below'
he pointed at the ground, and stood up slowly. 'Well, I appreciate it' I stood over beside the desk, and threw the heavy briefcase I had been holding for the last half hour, on top.
I shook my hand around and opened the briefcase.
'Have you been assigned a patient yet?' I shook my head.
'No, the lady on the phone said that I would be like an assistant until I get assigned a case, helping other doctors out with their patients.
'I can't wait to get started' I went through my briefcase, and pulled out my previous records from the last hospital I worked at, I stacked them in the filing cabinet beneath my desk, and looked up to Dr. Green, 'well, if you'd like, you could start helping out with me. I'm sure I could find something for you to do' I grinned at Dr. Greene, 'thank you Gil, who is your patient?'
I was hoping to work with someone like Thomas Schiff, he was unusual-
'The Joker' I nearly dropped the papers I was about to stack, 'sorry?' Dr. Greene walked over to the door, 'I'm the Jokers psychiatrist, if you want- you could help me out next week. I have an appointment on Tuesday' Dr. Greene walked out of my office, and into the one beside it, I figured he was working next door, in 286.
Once I had finished unloading my briefcase, I stacked it on top of my filing cabinet and hung my handbag, over my shoulder.
I walked out of the office, flicking off the light, carrying my key. I closed the door quietly, and locked it.
The elevator awaited me.
Hey everyone, well I hope you like this story so far. Do you think I should update? I would like to know so that I can decide, reviews are love.
This was written in... 37 minutes. (:
-Alyce. xxox ;D (author)