"Where are we going?" I asked He laughed maniacally again as if it was an inside joke I didnt know about. He looked me up and down, licking his scars.
We pulled up towards a warehouse that was already ocupied by Jokers thugs. I quickly got out of the van, took the box of French cigarettes out of my bag ,
and lit one up. I took a deep long drag and watched the smoke disappear. Joker jerked my arm and pulled me towards the building "Stop fucking around Harley!" he demanded. My boss ordered two of his thugs to escort me to my room. They held my wrists tight making sure I couldn't escape. I kept my eyes down because they were beggining to swell with tears.
I walked down the concrete hallways, feeling like a criminal (even though I was surrounded by them.
I guess I am a criminal. I've stolen drugs, gotten into fights, escaped the hospital... I guess thats why the boss hired me.
I entered my room, crying hysterically and screaming. I banged my fists on the walls until my knuckles began to bleed. i fell to my knees.
I was a prisoner in this concrete hell.
I needed a hit of something to ease my nerves. Thats how I got hooked anyway.
Heavy footsteps sounded in the hall, and I looked up as the crazed-clown walked into my room, a smile on his face.
"Nervous breakdown anyone?" he always had to crack a joke. He giggled despite my condition.
"Care to help a poor little girl?" I said trying to hide my episode.
He passed me the beer and I eagerly accepted. I took a sip and said to him, "How'd you wind up like this, huh?"
"You mean the scars?" he asked, ready to tell his story.
"No, I mean psychopathic killer." I said twirling a strand of blond hair.
"You should know. you're the fucking psychiatrist."
"EX-psychiatrist! That's not for me anymore." i quickly corrected him.
"Yeah, well pops didnt love me much. Does that answer your fucking question, cupcake?"
"Your dad and my mom should go bowling." i chuckled hazily.
"Why? Did mommy touch you in your special place?" he said sarcastically, while lighting up a cigarette.
" Nah, she beat me up for a few years til I had reached my breaking point."
"Let me offer you...a bit of advice, dear Harleen..."
I tilted my head near to Joker's matted, green hair.
"Welcome to reality, puddin." his disfigured face near mine. We locked eyes once more.
He leaned in ever so close. I felt myself blushing.
I began to lean closer and closer to the scars, barely brushing against him.
All of a sudden, he unleashed a cloud of smoke into my face. He fell back in hs chair, howling his insane laughter.
He never fails to impress me.