Disclaimer: I don't own characters from Suicide Squad or songs lyrics from WEst Side Story
A/N: Writing a fanfic that isn't Rocky Horror will be very strange. This specific story will be especially strange to write because I've decided to add song lyrics to it. That's because the movie has some much music in it. It'll be sort of symbolic, too. I plan to have all songs associated with Dr. Quinzel be 'classic' 1940s music and modern showtunes; Joker-music to be stuff like 70s glam rock; music after Quinzel's 'transition' into Harley be more like Joker's, and so on. Some of the songs I don't actually like. They just seem to fit...
Also... all I know of the characters is from Suicide Squad the movie. I've never read any of the related comics or anything. Hopefully nobody minds.
Dr. Harlene Quinzel was a clever girl. Not only had she been a model student in junior high and high school, she'd also done very well in college. A Ph.D. in psychiatry at just 28 proved her a hard worker and disciplined studier. It was clear she'd be able to handle a place like Arkham Asylum. That allegedly was the maddest madhouse in the world - and just a few hours drive from Gotham. Dr. Quinzel had lived in that dismal city her whole life.
A job at Arkham paid very well. Of course Dr. Quinzel accepted their request to employ her. It would also be a good thing to put on her embarrassingly short resume.
Her work began almost too soon. At least they gave her some time to move into her new "home". Yes, the doctors lived at the asylum. Though they got nice apartments in a semi-separate building. The fact that the bedroom was small made Dr. Quinzel even more glad she'd sworn off romantic and sexual relationships. They were something that hindered her career... and, though she'd never admit it to herself, scared her. Even whilst in high school she'd never really dated. All her time she'd spent working. Poor girl would surely die a virgin, people thought.
The rest of her apartment was also a bit cramped. The small kitchen with faded floral wallpaper, a simple living room furnished only with a sofa and an ancient television, and a bathroom just barely big enough to fit a shower. Dr. Quinzel decided she'd redecorate once she got her first paycheck. If her salary actually was what they'd promised she'd have enough for some nicer furnishings. At least she'd brought along her bookshelves. Books were her favorite things in the world. They were her greatest love.
Another somewhat odd thing she adored was showtunes. When she was nervous she'd sing something once heard on Broadway. This childish habit she attempted to keep a secret. At least her new employers didn't know yet.
Of course, as she put her books away, she began to (badly)sing a song from a show she'd loved as a child: West Side Story.
"Could be. Who knows... There's someone due any day, I will kno right away, soon as it shows. It may come cannonballing down from the sky, gleam in its eye... bright as a rose. Who knows? It's only just out of reach, down a block, on a beach. Under a tree! I've a feeling there's a miracle due, gonna come true, coming to me! Could it be? Yes it could... somethings coming, something good..."
Then, she laughed. Why did that song come to mind? Perhaps it was because such a song fit in here as well as Dr. Quinzel herself did. It was very optimistic.
After a moment she decided it was best to stop thinking about that. She was here to analyze the patients, not herself. Speaking of patients, she'd be looking after the infamous Joker according to some papers she'd found on the sofa.
This was going to be one hell of a job.
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