Introduction to an End
Chapter 10
Mad Love
Harley laughed loudly, as she and several of her clown goons she was with, were playing a game of cards. All of them were stuffed in the tiny, playground shack.
A crazy…homicidal…freak? Harley thought as she looked at that ceiling. She could not get those words out of her head.
"Hey," Dee said, interrupting Harley's thoughts. Harley looked at him, a blank expression on her face. "Is that the real reason you turned insane?" he asked, with extreme caution, "I mean, is that the real reason… because the world doesn't care?"
Harley placed her cards face down on the table. She stared at the back of them, thinking hard about the question.
Maybe he's right… Harley thought to herself. She shuffled through her thoughts, trying to find an answer.
Oh my god! Harley yelled in her head. The Joker! My firing was just a catalyst! He's the real reason… Yet, I don't care… After all he did give me flowers… she giggled to herself. She placed her elbows on the table and placed her smiling face on her hands. He gave me the ability to be free… and… and… some other third thing. She continued giggling to herself and looked out the window and out to the moon. She stared at it; The Joker's smiling face appeared over it. She giggled some more. Meanwhile the henchmen stared at her with great confusion. A sudden thought just smacked Harley in the face. Oh my god! Are you in love?!
"Uh, boss…?" one of the henchmen piped up. Harley snapped back into reality. She looked over towards the henchmen that had interrupted her, "Cards?" he asked nervously.
Harley nodded and picked up the cards. She smirked and slammed the cards onto the table and said, "Mad love."
One of the three cards she had… was a Wild Joker card…
Warden Mike Lawrence of Arkham Asylum, sat snuggly at his desk, he was staring at a file. The fire light allowed him to read it. It was a file, of all they had on, "Harley Quinn". Lightning flashed as he continued to stare at it. He turned his attention to the name, "Harley Quinn…" he said, quietly to himself, "Harley Quinn…" it sounded so familiar… "Harley Quinn…" then it struck him; "Harleen Quinzel…" he said, but, his face did not show any excitement at the discovery.
"Guess who?" a voice said in front of him. The warden jumped and looked up, he saw a figure, staring at him through the dark. The lightning flashed, showing a quick glimpse of who he was staring at.
"Ms. Quinzel…" he said quietly.
"Wrong!" said Harley, as she walked around the desk, pulling out a knife, and scraping it along the hardwood.
He looked at her with fear, "Please, let's not get rash," he said, with a smile, but, his lip still quivering.
"Rash?" she said, taking the knife and started to clean out the filth under her fingernails. "Look who's talking," she said pointing the knife at him.
"Please, Ms. Quinzel--"
"That not my name," she said in a singsong voice.
"Harley!" he yelled.
"Oh, good for you!" she said clapping, interrupting him again.
"I know why you are here, but I can help you!"
"Help me?" she scoffed, "You're the one that made me!" she said with a broad smile. "Hell, all of those "people's" deaths are "practically" your fault," she said with sarcasm.
The warden reached over for his cell phone. But, Harley, quickly ran around the desk and slammed the knife through his hand, cell phone, in through the desk. The warden yelled in agony, he reached over with his other hand. But, Harley quickly grabbed it and slammed another knife through his palm and into the desk. The warden yelled again and began breathing labouredly. The warden looked up at Harley. She twirled yet another knife in her hands. He was stuck to the desk...
"Don't kill me! I have a family!" he pleaded.
"Hm," Harley thought, tapping her chin. "Perhaps you should have thought of them, before firing someone on the verge of a fractured mind?" she said, jumping on the desk and walked over to the warden, holding the knife high in the air.
The Joker sat in the cell marked Unknown. Even from there, the warden's screams could be heard. He just smiled... his so… infamous smile…
"With every end, there comes a beginning… but there is always, another end, waiting around the corner,"
-Words of the Wise
Disclaimer: I still don't own anything...
Author's Reclude: I apologize for cutting this story short. But as the title states... it serves more as an Introduction. Yes, I do plan on writing a sequel. I plan on calling it Killer Obsession... In which I plan on introducing two new characters, but, are still related to the Batman Universe. Checking by the title... can you guess who they are?
I do, really, appreciate it for reading and I hope you enjoyed, Thank you.
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