Chapter Two: A date with destiny
His dark eyes shifted to the door. It unlocked, unlocked… unlocked… and unlocked. Damn, why so many locks? It's not like he was dangerous or anything…
The fancy director of the board of directors stood there, Robert Quinzel followed by two guards with pretty machinery strapped to their belts. Quinzel himself looked pretty rough. An obvious large coffee stain on his shirt and his face flushed. Balding was an understatement as the little hairs he had left stuck out on end.
"And what do I owe… these gentlemen an honor?" The man, known as the Joker, rocked back in forth in a shoddy looking chair. Handcuffed, he brought his knees up and rested his elbows there, cradling his face in his hands, looking up at the director curiously, like a child.
"It's only been a week and you've had five of our employees quit. I'm tired of your damn shenanigans."
Oh he liked that word. "Shenanigans" he breathed off his tongue. He tilted his head and batted his eyelashes up at him. His make-up gone, his face bare yet still full of ferocity and life. His wilted hair was like weeds and stuck out like the wild. One could tell he was still a beast, not at all tamed like other lambs here.
"Now you play by our rules, you sick freak." The Sheppard spat. He leaned down to place a foot on the chair. "Now that my niece will be working here…"
"Ah, I see, I see." Joker lowered his head and nodded into his hands. He paused for a few seconds and looked back up.
"Well if she's got your looks, I can't say I'd want to fuck her anyways." He gave a twisted smile before being punched in the face. Blood trickled down his lips, over the rocky curvatures of his scars. Like a serpent, he licked the very spot. Dried paint, scars, whatever, it was habit.
The chair recoiled and hit the wall behind him. The director seethed as the guards made an advance.
"Now, now." The Joker grinned, holding up his hands, showing that they were still obviously cuffed. The guards still scooted closer. Robert Quinzel rolled his sleeve back down and smoothed the cuff over, giving a sigh. Or was it a huff? A puff?
"If you lay so much as a hand on her, you're the one that's going to be fucked." He warned and turned to leave.
"Well I for one, like it rough." The villain smirked. Why did no one ever laugh? All so serious, no fun at all… maybe he would have to show them how to have a good time? Well, when the time was right of course…
His days were so boring. Harassing the interns and staff around the hospital was only so much fun, otherwise he was just poked and prodded with needles and too many questions. Ah… fun. He remembered when he had that. He sat in his room, itching at the hand bindings, rolling around on his bed in boredom. He violently erupted in a flail, kicking his feet against the flimsy mattress, like a kid having a tantrum.
Then, she arrived.
He sat upright and watched the door unlock, one by one. It slowly swung open as a girl peeked her head in. She must have been no older than twenty, a child. Her blonde hair was tied back into two pigtails, which made her look even younger. Her blue eyes scanned the room and connected with his. The sky and the dark sea below seemed to coexist for a moment as their stare danced.
She was far braver than most. Other interns wouldn't even look at his face. Was it his scars? His devilish good looks?
She stepped inside and closed the door behind her. The girl tilted her head, as if to get a better look at him sideways. He copied her movements, tilted his head to meet her gaze.
She laughed. A smile crossed her face. Her laugh was wholesome, young, and free. Her cheeks turned a soft blush as she regained her composure.
"I'm Harleen Quinzel." She said, somewhat matter-of-fact-ly.
Harleen. Harleen. Harrrrllleeeenn. The name reverberated in his mind.
"Harley Quinn." The wolf corrected as he licked his lips.
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Well, that's what I got. The real fun should start soon. It will be a few days at max before I write another chapter. I wrote the first two in a day. Reviews are the key motivator here.
