n1:I have no idea where this would fit in the series. so, I'll call it an AU until further notice. if anyone knows, please PM me or leave it in a review. also, this is my first time using Harley, so please review and message me your thoughts.
disclaimer:disclaimed
title: diorama covered thoughts
Christ, she hated white. The white rain falling outside, the white of her coat, the white of the padded cell walls and, damn, she hated the whites of her 14 by 12 office.
Harleen hated white. She hated everything about it.
It was bland, boring, pathetically basic and lacked excitement. What was the purpose of it all?
There was no pizzaz, no shock value, nothing even remotely infectious about it. The color white was just...there. There to be there and nothing more. A combination of all the colors? Why mix all the colors to begin with? What was the purpose? Couldn't a color- couldn't red- just be red and not have to worry about anything more?
oh white, how I love-fucking hate- you.
Her heels clacked against the pale tiles of the asylum, pale as in white, and her eyes hardened at the mere sight of the guards. The people who dared to live life to the books, to the whiteness of society, too afraid to venture out into any other color.
Harley's lips curled up in a derisive smile. She'd once lived like that- all white and boring, boring and plain. She was like the college white boards- she wasn't anything important until she was marked.
And oh boy-had she been marked.
He was her patient before all this began, before she was Harleen Quinzel- the boring lady doctor. So boring! That had been the first things he'd said to her.
Boring,Boring,Boring! He soon changed that. The Joker wrote all over her, marking and drawing little playtime dioramas over her plain brain. He made her into his and that's why she was back here surrounded by these taunting white walls with the boring white coat.
But she wasn't boring anymore. Not anymore...
Her fists curled up to the metallic door of the cell, ignoring the surprised and confused looks she received from the guards. They didn't matter to her-the only man that did was behind that door.
"Knock, knock. I'm coming in puddin'.