Here's Chapter 2. Hope you like reading it as much as I liked writing it.
Note: I was planning on releasing chapter 3 today, but my story file got corrupted. So instead, I did a bit of refining of this chapter.
"Hellu, Harley!" Joker said as he walked into his room back at his gang's hideout. She snarled at him. "Get me the hell out of these chains!" she screamed in anger. Joker looked at the blond haired psychiatrist chained to the wall.
"I thought that you liked chains. You used them quite a bit back at Arkham on me." Joker smiled, then continued. "Every time we saw each other, it was 'Get the chains, Joker's here.' But I don't mind being chained up by a beautiful girl. I'm just, uh, returning the favor."
"Screw you! As a psychiatrist my job is to get into others mind. I pretended to admire and like you in order to get into your head, you idiot."
"Tell me, what did you, uh, find?" asked Joker, his permanent smile raising as he grinned at Harleen.
"You're an insane monster who doesn't care about anyone except yourself."
Joker laughed. "Come on, doctor. Tell me something I don't know!"
"That you keep your previous life locked away in the back of your mind. That you killed your father after he killed your wife! That's your secret isn't it! Your daddy killed your mommy and then your squeeze, and you didn't have the guts to do anything until he came at you. You're a coward, Joker! You hide behi..." Harleen tried to continue to talk, but Joker grabbed her neck.
"DON'T EVER CALL ME A COWARD! YOU WEREN'T THERE, YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT MY DAD WAS LIKE! YOU CALL ME A MONSTER, BUT MY FATHER MADE ME WHO I AM. HE was the monster, not me." He let go of Harleen, and backed off, looking at her bruised neck. "I did like your rage though, I like it a lot."
Harleen attempted to suck in air, her breathing sounding similar to the rasp of the new Batman. "Oh, ahh, by the way, guess who I saw on my way back home tonight? Batman. I must admit though, he won't be rescuing you this time, sweetheart. I stabbed him."
Harleen attempted to gasp, and Joker laughed at the sight of all her hope vanishing from her eyes. "You killed him?" she whispered in horror.
"No, but I think he's paralyzed. Besides, it was a new Batman, I was just uh, teaching him what happens when you ummm, mess with criminals. Hahahahahaaaaaa!"
Harleen started to cry. "I hate tears. Why so serious?" Joker pulled out the same knife he had stabbed Batman with, "You know, you were only partially right about the way I got my scars." The murderous clown walked over to the now whimpering woman with the knife in his hand. "So, my father was at my house for Thanksgiving. He had been drinking, and became offended by something that my mom had said…"
The house was soon ringing with Harleen's screams again, but these screams were not ones of rage, but of pain.
Harleen attempted to gasp, and Joker laughed at the sight of all her hope vanishing from her eyes. "You killed him?" she whispered in horror.
"No, but I think he's paralyzed. Besides, it was a new Batman, I was just uh, teaching him what happens when you ummm, mess with criminals. Hahahahahaaaaaa!"
Harleen started to cry. "I hate tears. Why so serious?" Joker pulled out the same knife he had stabbed Batman with, "You know, you were only partially right about the way I got my scars." The murderous clown walked over to the now whimpering woman with the knife in his hand. "So, my father was at my house for Thanksgiving. He had been drinking, and became offended by something that my mom had said…"
The house was soon ringing with Harleen's screams again, but these screams were not ones of rage, but of pain.
As always, please, please, please review, tell me what I can improve on, what is good, all that stuff. Thanks!
