This is my first story ever. Please give me new ideas and helpful criticism about it. Story will be updated every three days unless told otherwise.
Chapter One: Arkham Asylum
"Dr. Quinzel?" A concerned voice buzzes in my head.
I sit up groggily holding my aching head, "Yes?" I croak feeling a twinge of pain on my neck as if someone bit me.
"You've fainted. Do you feel alright?" A face comes into my vision. The face of one of the nurses at the medicine desk.
"I feel fine. Why did I faint?" I ask trying to recapture the events that happened before I fainted. Everything is clouded though... As if my mind didn't want me to remember.
"You... Uh... Maybe it's best if you went to Dr. Barette. And make sure the Joker doesn't bite you again!" The nurse says, slowly helping me to my feet.
"I'll go straight away. Thank you for the help." I say walking towards Dr. Barette's office quickly. I knock on the door softly.
"Come in Harleen." A husky voice rumbles behind the door.
I open the door, "How did you know it was me?" I ask, curious.
"Your heels are a dead give away when you are concerned. Please, sit and let's talk."
Sitting in one of the chairs, the cracked leather chaffes my thighs. "Nurse Bailey said you could tell me why I fainted." I lean forward getting straight to the point.
"Ah yes. Your fainting episodes have become quite common around here in Arkham. You do understand that if they continue I will have no choice but to suspend you for your own well being." He states furrowing his brow in the concerned look that Nurse Bailey gave me.
"Yes, I do understand, but I can't remember why I'm fainting sir."
"It's that damned Joker. He gets inside your head every time you have a session and over half of your sessions end with him putting you in danger. We've put him in solitary many times as you know, but you're drawn to him psychologically. You've admitted it during our conversations." He sighs heavily taking my hand. "I've decided to take him off your schedule. He's going to be treated by another psychologist. He's not good for you and he's even hurt you."
My memories flood back. I think back to when he laughed manically as he took a knife to my skin on one occasion. Later I read his journal I assigned to him.
I didn't mean to hurt her. She just kept struggling and I wanted her to stop. After I cut her I felt a prick in my side. I knew it was my special tranquilizer and I started to laugh in her ear. I knew she liked it because her eyes fluttered the way they always do when she's excited. Then she fainted! She does it a lot when I'm near. Funny Right? hahahahahahahahahaha!!! But then my head got heavy and I dropped to the floor. That was not funny.
"Dr. Quinzel?" Barette snaps his fingers in front of my face. I come out of the daze composing myself quickly.
"Thank you for informing me on the patient transfer." I strain trying to detach myself from the Joker as he is no longer my patient. I walk out of the office stiffly as I go to my office.
Slamming the door I break down. I sob violently knowing that the Joker won't stand for it. I sulk to my chair grabbing one of the Joker's old journals.
Talk talk talk talk TALK! That's all that she does! I can't stand it. I just want silence! Luckily I get to go to solitary after I write since it's mandatory. She got so excited today. I made her be quiet, too. I looked into her eyes and she didn't look away until a nurse ran down the corridor to separate us. I had never seen her so... lustful. I ripped away from our gaze to put her in a headlock. I was almost painful knowing that she wouldn't remember it. She fainted a few seconds afterward. I was about to be taken to solitary when Dr. Barette reminded them I had to write.
Ive begun to feel more attracted to his oddly twisted way of thinking. His psyche is the most complicated and complex one I've ever encountered. Even after years of studying him I don't understand him. It's impossible. And so intriguing.
The next few days are depressing as hell without the Joker. I hear his laugh on occasion causing me to feel lightheaded. The high pitched maniacal giggle echoes through my head everyday.
Dr. Barette calls me into his office a week after taking the Joker off my patient list.
"How are you doing?" He asks analyzing me as if I'm a patient.
"I'm fine. How's your new patient doing?" I ask very inclined to know how the green haired clown is.
"I wouldn't want to break a confidentiality agreement, but since he used to be your patient I'll tell you that he's becoming angrier. The change is unstable for him. I've had to call in extra security because he's actually killed two of his guards. I'm reconsidering letting him see you. I've made arrangements for you to speak with him this week in the common room or where ever he feels comfortable. Will that be alright with you?" He watches me to see my reaction. I keep a stone cold face.
"I think that would be good for his mental state. However screwed it may be." I say honestly estatic.
"I will confront him about it in todays session and ask him where he'll feel most comfortable. I'll get back to you on it tomorrow then you may pick a day."
"As soon as possible. Such as... Tomorrow?" I ask slowly.
"That seems wise." He stands up to walk me to my office.
"Dr. Barette may I ask you for something?"
"Sure?" The doctor looks at me quizically, waiting for me to ask him my question.
I sigh working up the courage. "I'd like to read his journals. To prepare myself. I'd like to his thoughts."
"I was already planning on it." Dr. Barette smiles leading me to the file room to pick up the Joker's journals.
I carry the six small journals back to my office. Dr. Barette had told me he'd send today's journal in the morning.
Once I get settled in my office I begin to read the one he wrote that day.
I FUCKING HATE THIS PLACE!!! I NEED OUT OF HERE AGAIN! WHY DID I HAVE TO BE SO STUPID!!! ALL I WANTED WAS SOME FRESH AIR!!! I ASKED HER BUT SHE SAID NO. NO?!?!?! SHE SAID IT WAS A LIABILITY!!! THAT I WOULD ESCAPE. I would liked to have tried at least, BUT THAT IS NOT THE POINT. I confronted her in the hall and asked her again. I used a different method by pulling her off to the side and flirting... I admit I'm attracted to her tremendously, but she knew all my tricks and wasn't having it. I pushed her against the wall growling, reaching for her keys, but I got tranquilized. Before I konked out I roughly bit her neck to mark her as my feelings have started to grow. She hit her head on the ground when she fainted. I wasn't able to help since I was going numb. I felt so trapped and helpless. I couldn't protect her from getting hurt. I need out.
I hold my neck where the Joker's mouth had been. I shiver putting the journal down. I pick up the next one after taking a deep breath.
HOW FUCKING DARE THEY! THEY'RE ALL GOING TO HELL FOR THIS. I CAN'T FUCKING BELIEVE THEY WOULD TAKE HER AWAY!!! THAT STUPID DOCTOR HAS NO IDEA WHO HE IS DEALING WITH!!! I'M THE FUCKING KING OF GOTHAM!!!!! I'M GETTING OUT OF HERE AS SOON AS POSSIBLE!!!
The page is covered in crazy scribbles and the hand writing is messy and chaotic, but not as much as the next one.
THEY'RE SERIOUS!!! I HAVE SEEN HER EVERY DAY THAT I'VE EVER BEEN HERE AND NOW IT'S BEEN TWO DAYS AND THEY AREN'T RELENTING!!! IT'S DRIVING ME EVEN MORE INSANE!!!! I WANT TO FUCKING KILL SOMEONE!!! I HAVEN'T DONE THAT IN AWHILE!!! SOUNDS NICE!!!!! KILL KILL KILL!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
It's very apparent that removing me as a constant in his life has affected him more than we all thought. I continue reading his other journals.
It feels nice to kill. All the blood gushing out is so calming. His screams were electrifying. It was ecstasy. Almost like sex. I got my smile back which genuinely made me happy again. The last time I was happy in this shit hole was on Christmas just a month ago when I got to work in the kitchen. I was a helper and I got a knife which was what I wanted for Christmas. I also caught her under the mistletoe. I leaned in to kiss her but was stopped when the kitchen guard grabbed me for taking a knife. I couldn't help but stab him. I tried making a break for it out the doors, but sadly the nurse, Big Moo, stopped me and got me thrown in solitary.
I blush profusely having very mixed feelings on how much he was attracted to me and that I never caught on. I guess I put it off as him trying to escape since I knew I couldn't be with him.
A knock at the door startles me. I push away the journals before I say come in.
Dr. Barette walks in. "I've just finished my session with the Joker and he seems anxious for tomorrow. He wants to talk in the courtyard tomorrow at 2 in the afternoon."
"Are you sure it's wise for him to be outside?" I ask concerned that he may try to escape.
"It won't hurt any, it'll help actually. He has been asking to go outside for awhile now. That combined with you, might get him back under control. I'll leave you to the rest of those journals. I never read them actually. Waste of my time." He leaves and I'm left shocked and a slightly disgusted look on my face.
How can he not read them?
I grab the second to last journal ready to read it.
Harleen.
Seeing my name on the first line takes me aback.
I know you read my journals. If you can still read them this is for you.
I want to escape. Not just escape though. I want to escape with you. I know it's hopeless, but I just want you to know that all the times you've fainted that's because you aren't able to handle being so attracted to me. It sounds vain I know, but it's true and you know it. If we escaped together you'd never faint again. You'd be accepting toward the relationship. I'm so sorry I've hurt you. I don't mean to, but I get so angry. Not being able to have you is horrible. PLEASE think about it...
Sincerely,
J
I sit in my chair staring at the letter "J" has wrote to me. At the bottom of the page is crinkled and spotted like it's been damaged by water. Tears. I think sadly. He cried over me because he loves me? I reach for the last journal.
Its almost been a week since I've seen you. Do you miss me? I hear your heels clicking in the hallway but I'm forced to stay in my room now because I killed another guard. He was really rude. I killed him with my pen... This place has turned me soft and I'm not liking it.
Adressing me in his journals is bold and almost compassionate. I grin as a plan forms in my head. Tomorrow, the Joker is escaping.
I head to work early today to make sure everything is in place. After I've set the escape route up I sit in my office waiting for J's journal from yesterday.
Dr. Barette walks in later through the open door handing me the last journal. "Are you ready for your appointment today?" He asks when I take the journal.
"Definitely." I state trying to push down my excitement. He leaves unable to see through my facade of fake emotions.
I try my best to not rip open the journal. I start to read hastily.
We're meeting tomorrow. I can't believe it. We get to sit in the courtyard even! I won't sleep tonight. I'm spitting out my meds so I can think clearly. Even though that's what I always do. I cant wait to see you. I'll be waiting as soon as I'm able to go outside. I'll see you then.
I jump up about to run to the courtyard, but I compose myself quickly. I walk through the asylum halls heading to the outside area thankful that it's near 2. If it was earlier the nurses would get suspicious.
I step out the door as a masculine frame with pale skin and green hair sits on the ledge of the stairs. He turns to see me. I walk over calmly as my heart chirps.
"Hello, J." I whisper which lets him know I've read his journals.
He grins staring at me. "Are our feelings mutual?" He asks desperate. He leans towards me smirking devilishly.
I nod slowly knowing he's talking about how attracted we are to each other.
"J, I know you want out and I've set up the perfect plan."
After much discussion J is content with the plan. I take out my small hand gun handing it to him quickly.
"You know what to do?" I ask a little doubtful of my plan.
"Of course I do." J says confidently.
Later that evening I wait in my office pacing ever so often. I here the first gunshot and run out looking for J.
He's standing there with a bloody grin on his face. He shoots all the guards without mercy. Dr. Barette runs into the hallway trying to sedate J.
"J! Look out!" I shout which distracts both J and Dr. Barette.
"Harleen, you need to get out of here! It isn't safe." Dr. Barette whispers over to me. To his surprise I walk over to J calmly.
"It is safe for me though?" I giggle like J. "The Joker is escaping. And I'm going with him."
Dr. Barette looks at me wide eyed. "You can'tbe serious! Get away from him!" He shouts holding up the tranquilizer gun. J shoots the doctor's hand. He cries in agony dropping J's special tranquilizers.
"LET'S GO!" He shouts grabbing my hand running outside. We race to my car and I let J drive as he knows where his hideout is.
Racing down the street I feel so alive. J is purely concentrating on getting to his hideout in Gotham. I sit back and enjoy the ride.
"Come on, we're here." J grins getting out of the car. People in the streets take one look and know to scatter. The street is cleared in seconds only for a few large men to remain in front of the high rise building. "Hey buddies. Guess who's back?" He smirks at his goons. Taking my hand he leads me inside to an elevator. We go up alone after J tells his goons I'm okay.
We reach the penthouse. J leads me inside happily. "Do you like my hideout? It's got the best view of Gotham." He leads me towards a wall completely made of glass.
"It's breathtaking." I say looking down at the big city. Even if it is a shit hole, it looks nice up here.
J pulls me to one of the couches in the middle of the room.
"Are you alright, Quinzel?" He asks checking my body for any bruises. I nod. Stopping at his bite mark he hums merrily. His icy fingers run along my neck making me purr. He raises an eyebrow liking the response I give.
He pushes me down on the couch as he suckles on my neck which has me moaning filthily. J growls animalistically as I feel his bulge press against my thigh. The coil in my stomach winds up as J slips my pants off. As he does I unbutton my shirt exposing my busty chest.
I feel J's wet kisses trail up my inner thigh, stopping at my wet panties. He slides them down excruciatingly slow. I whimper softly sliding a hand towards my folds.
J slaps my hand away murmuring. "Ah ah ah. Don't get yourself all worked up. It's my job to do that now." He tilts his head down towards my wetness. His tongue flicks out, licking my clit. I cry out arching my back not used to such contact. He kisses my pussy full on. I twist in utter pleasure.
"Oh god, J... It feels so good." I whine fisting his beautiful dark green hair in my hands.
"You like that?" J asks looking up at me, his eyes full of lust.
"Fuck yes!" I cry loudly as he twirls his tongue just inside my entrance.
"How bout we put something else in that wet hole so you don't get all tuckered out just by my mouth, hmm?" He asks pulling his pants and boxers down. He holds his long cock as it is already fully hard and thick
"Oh Harleen... You have no idea how many times I have thought of this..." J whispers lovingly as he gets on top of me.
When he enters me, I make the most animalistic sound imaginable. He winds his fingers through my tangled hair as he pushes all the way inside me.
"Please go gentle..." I ask J whispering in his ear. His slow thrusts answer me, but don't stop me from screaming in pure pleasure as J makes me feel completely whole.
J grunts softly as he speeds up slightly. J, being a well composed man, is having a hard time keeping his dignity. I see it in his face as he holds back.
I coo into his ear "J... There's no reason to hold back with me." He understands and soon his soft grunts become unchecked moans and growls.
I feel the coil in my stomach heating up as J bucks his hips wildly. I toss my head back panting heavily. I buck my hips in rythym to his thrusts making him go deeper.
I cry out. "J I'm so close!" My body shudders in pleasure making J howl as my walls contract around his twitching cock.
J quickens his thrusts bringing both of us to the edge. He leans down biting my shoulder hard as he cums inside of me. I cum within seconds of him as I gasp for air loudly. J kisses me deeply before picking me up and carrying me to his bedroom.
We lay in bed silent for a long time. A question starts to nag and pull in the back of my head. Soon I can't take it and sit up letting out an exasperated sigh. J runs his hand on my back.
"Is something wrong?" He asks sitting up next to me.
"I know everything about you. Except one thing." J's eyes rake over my own expectantly. "How did you become the Joker?"
J looks away collecting himself. "I jumped into a vat of acid with a grin on my face and a hope that it would kill me. It didn't though. I came out better. I crawled out with a whole new outlook on life... And a new mind."
I sit shell shocked. "I had no idea..." I whisper softly leaning over to hug him.
"You can be like me, too, you know..." J says staring into my eyes. All I see is desperation. A desperation for someone that's like him.
"How?" I ask quietly barely speaking. J looks startled.
"The acid vats are owned by Penguin. We go to him, ask, and I dunk you in." He says slowly making sure I understand.
"Let's do it." I say bravely. I get up to put my clothes on.
"Are you sure? I don't want you to do it if you don't want to." He gets up pulling me into a loving hug.
"I'm sure J." I pull my clothes on quickly.
"Alright let's go then." J says after throwing some jeans and a open white button up. "But we aren't taking your rinky dink car. I have a motorcycle and I intend to use it." He grabs the keys and my hand as we head to the basement.
J hands me a helmet as he puts his on. I quickly put mine on climbing onto the bike with J. He revs it up making sure I hold on tight and we're off to the Penguin's acid factory.
Upon arriving Penguin greets J with a hug. "I thought you were done this time do for sure Mr. J!" Penguin squaks. I smirk at the name Mr. J.
"I'm here for the vats, Penguin... Are they available?" He husks in a low voice trying not to alert anyone around us as we walk through the factory.
"Well of course J... You aren't going back in are you?" Penguin asks concerned.
"No, not at all... My partner, Harleen Quinzel, is interested in it. So we may share a special bond." J says holdin my hand tight.
"Mr. J isn't she that psychologist over at Arkham?" I almost giggle when he says Mr. J.
"Yes, but after some time it was revealed that we have a strong affection towards each other. So if you don't mind... I'd like to make her like me... So we understand each other." J whispers furrowing his brow in a state of desperation.
"Right this way." Penguin leads us to a massive room filled with vats larger than a house.
J leads me to an open vat. My heart flutters and J recognizes I'm about to faint. "Are you sure you can do this? It's going to hurt and burn..."
I nod confident that I can. I become fearless as I step to the ladder that leads down to the platform sitting right on top of the acid. J, Penguin, and I climb down.
"Is she ready Mr. J?" Penguin asks as J prepares me.
"Are you?" J asks looking me up and down checking for any signs of doubt or fright. I nod knowing I'm in good hands.
"You may go on in now." Penguin states stepping back.
"I suggest slipping in Harleen... I had to dive and it wasnt very pleasant."
"When I come out I'll be a different person?" I ask looking at the yellow green acid.
"Correct." J says solemnly.
"Then I better start it with a bang... Mr. J." I wink and kiss him before running towards the acid. I dive in effortlessly as my giggle rings through the factory.
My entire body burns. I feel my sanity dripping off me like hot wax on a candle. I look at my hands. Pale as snow. Just like J, Mr. J. Mister J... Mistah J! I giggle creating bubbles in the acid. I get them back by sucking them back in bringing acid with them. Everything burns. I look up seeing the shadow of J... No, Mistah J! I swim up and up until my head breaches the surface and I feel Mistah J's strong arms pull me onto the platform.
"HARLEEN!!! WAKE UP! PLEASE WAKE UP!" I hear a familiar voice screaming an unfamiliar name.
I open my eyes slowly as a green haired man shakes as he holds me. I reach a pale hand to his head petting his gorgeous hair. "Hi Mistah J." I whisper in his ear.
He looks up, tears streaming down his face, not knowing what to say.
"Who's Harleen?" I ask curious.
"She died. Who are you?" Mistah J asks me looking also curious.
"I'm Harley. Harley Quinn." I say to him grinning widely.
He kisses me with bruising strength. I hold on to him tightly as I kiss him back roughly.
"Harley... I'm so glad you're here now."
Mistah J mumbles into my white hair. I notice the blue and pink tips and smile.
"I'm happy I'm here now, too. Now let's get me into some better clothes." I giggle looking at my acid washed clothes that are barely hanging on by a thread.
Mistah J nods picking me up and walking out of the factory. He starts chuckling when we he outside. It's infectios and soon I'm giggling along with him.
"Two clowns. Together forever." My Mistah J coos and kisses my cheek. "I love you, Harley Quinn."
"I love you, too, Mistah J." I giggle back.