Warning - Nonconsensual sex & explicit language

Hurricane
Someone/something with a destructive personality or destructive habit

Not two days after being gone from work, Harleen Quinzel was back at Arkham Assylum, this time anger clung to every step she took. Her hair was out of its usual bun, cascading over her shoulders and back in waves, her glasses resting down her nose a little. She wore fitted jeans, clinging to the curve of her thighs perfectly, and a white button down. As the clacking of her heals on the tiled hall got closer to her target, the angrier she grew.

She could see the crowd of people in the recreation room through the window and when she got closer the guards looked to her with furrowed brows.

"Doctor Quinzel, you can't be in here with out certified permis-"

"I work here god damnit. I have more certification than you, now move." She cut him off rudely and shoved passed him, opening the door, the roar of talking people hitting her. She didn't care about some of the looks from the inmates she were getting, only a few noticed her presence, nor did she pay mind to the guards she knew were watching her closely. She only glanced around the room once and locked in on her target. Her steps became quicker, smoother, and her fists clenched tightly as she turned and curved around people sitting at table and standing at the end of some.

He was sitting, Harvey Dent, Edward Nigma, Ivy had joined him. He hadn't seen her yet, but she was looking at him...

She clenched her jaw as her walking was almost jogging and the pounding of her heart didn't miss a beat as she approached him. He only locked his eyes with hers, really noticed her, when she violently lunged between Ivy and Dent and punched the man, grabbing his throat and trying to squeeze the life out of him after screaming:

"You son of a bitch."

Everyone sprung up to see her do this, and She felt a set of arms try to pull her off of him. Jokers own hand caught in the blondes hair and pulled as hard as it could until she gave up on strangling him and just settled for digging her nails into his jaw right under his ear, scratching a deep wound all the way down to his collar bone. It was then that he stood and finally tried to hit her, his fist was blocked by Harvey though.

"Let go of me." Joker sneered, blood seeping down his neck from Harleens nails.

"Calm down and I will." Harvey spit back to him, finally getting Harleen to calm as well and Ivy held the woman back from jumping over the table once more. The guards get there quickly and hold both of them back.

"What the hell is this?!" Doctor Arkham appeared and Harleens chest heaved as she tried to breathe deep enough breaths. She was quiet for a moment, then another burst of anger flows through her body, and she's wrenching from the guards lenient grip on her and attacking the man again, this time her legs wrap around his hips and her teeth sink into his neck where she scratched him, her fist pounding into him as hard as she could throughout this. He let out a scream of anger and frustration and gets his own guards off him temporarily, grabbing her throat once more.

"Why'd you do it?! Why'd you do that to my sister?!" She screeched as best as she could, still struggling with him. His lips stretched into a smile.

"I didn't do anything, I only suggested he take what he deserved." He gritted through his silver teeth, still struggling against her.

"He raped her." Harleen told him almost in a whisper, tears rolling down her face, a sense of hopelessness in her voice, almost as if she were wanting him to fix it.

"Quinzel!" Doctor Arkhams voice rung through the room as she calmed, Jokers eyes like Ice to hers as she doesn't even blink away when the guards get her untangled from him. "What is the meaning of this nonsense, Harleen?" She doesn't speak, only looks at the mad clown. Eventually Arkham grabs her arms, not hard enough to hurt but it was harsh. "Doctor Quinzel!" He yelled to her. She finally looked to him and he raised his brows. "Get Joker to Johnson, see if he can't do something about those scratches." He sighed to the guards. "Doctor Quinzel, a word with you in my office."

One Week Earlier

"Good morning." Hadlynn groaned to her half asleep boyfriend the following Monday.

"Hey." he rubbed his face then suddenly winced and took in a deep breath.

"Still sore?" she sat up, pulling the comforter back to examine his wrapped wound.

"Not as much as it has been but it's still not healing all that much just yet." he explained and she sighed.

"Well it's not gonna heal in two days, plus I'm pretty sure the booze and drugs in your system aren't making the process faster." she quipped and he cut his eyes at her.

"Don't you have a nut house to be at in..." he looked at the clock. "an hour?" he raised a brow.

"Funny." she leaned forward, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips and getting out of the bed to go get dressed. "I'll get you some Tylenol before I go." she assured him.

"Mmm." he replied lowly, drifting back into sleep.

She got her shower, brushed her teeth, threw on her scrubs and managed to get a pain pill down her hurt boyfriends throat before grabbing her things and heading to Arkham.

The minute he'd walked in, Hadlynn felt as if she'd fall over dead. The whole persona the man carried into the room made her fill with anxiety and...dread? His bright green hair, dark red lips, blue eyes, sharp cheek bones, shining teeth, tall, muscular form, straight jacket as well. She laughed on the inside, her poor paranoid sister couldn't even handle her own patient. Bless her heart. Hadlynn shook her head at the thought and started collecting her file on the mad man as the guards shut the door and left the two alone. It was only a moment before she could feel his eyes burning into her. She took a deep breath and turned to him. He was perched on the metal table, curiosity splayed on his features as she approached him.

"Your insomnia hasn't improved at all since being on your prescription, Mister Joker?" She asked him and he grinned.

"It stopped improving when I was reassigned to a new psychiatrist." He told her and she sighed lightly.

"We may need to up your dosage a little then." She remained calm, she didn't even falter a bit. He cut his eyes at the young girl. How old was she exactly? She couldn't be anymore than nineteen. Harleen told him her age once but he didn't really pay attention to it. Maybe if he asked, she would be so kind as to tell him.

"Aren't you a little young to be my nurse?" He asked her and she cut her eyes at him.

"Aren't you a little old to be acting like a ten year old?" She closed his file and he looked her up and down. She was wearing dark maroon scrubs. Her black curls were in a ponytail and her face was bare of any makeup. She was naturally beautiful, like her sister. He watched as she scanned over his file once more with a tired sigh. "More anti-depressants..." She mumbled to herself and he furrowed his brows. She raised a brow, looking him over. "Definitely not." She marked through something and bit her lip in thought. "When's the last time you had the flu?" She asked him. He just stared at her without replying and she nodded slowly. "Are you still having joint pain?" She asked him and he didn't reply. "I can't help you if we don't communicate." She crossed her arms and he stared at her once more. "Fine." She tossed his file down.

"How's Nathan and Johnny?" He asked smoothly and she clenched her jaw, turning slowly.

"I'm not speaking with you about this." She shook her head.

"Oh c'mon! They're my friends just as much as they're yours." He said calmly and she laughed.

"You don't have friends. You have people you use to keep yourself in the clear." She retorted and his gaze grew dark.

"That can be argued being that I'm rotting in an insane Assylum." He said flatly.

"Seems you trusted the wrong people."

"Seems I hired idiots."

"They're not all idiots." She argued, leaning against the counter of the office.

"What do I call you? Doctor Quinzel, Nurse Quinzel, Miss Quinzel...?" He beamed and she narrowed her eyes.

"Hadlynn's fine, Smartass." She stepped to him, reaching in a drawer and grabbing a syringe first and a vile of steroid. She started unbuckling and unbuttoning the straight jacket, letting it rest beside him on the metal table once it was off of him. He was expecting more of a reaction when she saw his bare, muscular chest and abdomen, covered in ink. She only read a few of the tattoos and scoffed. "Ha. Ha. Ha." She filled the syringe with the liquid and sighed. "This will help with joint pain, it might sting." She warned him.

"Don't act like I'm not a masochist." He joked although she never saw the humor.

She injected him with the steroid, smiling when his features twitched at the sting.

"Okay." She stated, turning for a moment, only to have the man pick the syringe up from the table smoothly and raise it to her. She turned just in time to catch his wrist in her hand before he could stab her with the needle. She gasped, trying to catch a breath as his grin exposed silver capped teeth.

"Just checking your reflexes..." he stated friendly. He slowly lowered his arm, handing her the syringe, and sitting down again. She was quiet for a moment, still on edge from what had just happened when a knock on the door made her jump.

"Done yet?" Arkham asked her and she nodded slowly.

"He was on his best behavior I assume at least." she looked to Joker and he grinned again.

"That's a first." Jeremiah sighed. "Alright, get the orderlies down here." he said to someone outside the door with him. Within seconds, guards were there to retrieve the mad man.

"Have a wonderful day." he hissed and she felt her stomach knot up in anxiety...maybe she couldn't handle the man either.

"Charming, ain't he?" Harleen scoffed, wiping her mouth and looking at her sister.

"He tried to stab me to 'test my reflexes'." Hadlynn stated in disbelief.

"Told you, he's straight forward."

"Well I don't like it."

"It's not that bad after you get the hang of it. He just likes fun and games is all." Harleen shrugged and Hadlynn stared at her a moment.

"Are you...defending him?"

"I just think you shouldn't base what kind of man he is off of one scare." she shrugged again and Hadlynn almost spit her win across the kitchen table. She stared at Harleen some more, then quickly got up and walked to her sisters bag, retrieving the Joker's case file. "That's patient confidentiality." Harleen went to stop her but it was too late.

"Rape, murder, attempted murder, armed robbery, rape, DUI on account of alcohol and narcotics, murder, murder, attempted robbery, attempted murder, rape, illegal possession of narcotics, substance abuse, murder, murder, rape, etcetera, etcetera, etcetera." Hadlynn looked at her sister, tossing the file onto the table.

"You know, I could report you for that."

"Murderer, drug lord, rapist, robber, basically anything illegal, he's done but I cant judge him based off a few 'scares'." Hadlynn crossed her arms.

"You don't talk to him like I do, you don't evaluate and listen to every thing he has to say...you don't know him after one day of poking and prodding him with a needle." Harleen hissed back.

"No, I don't know him, I don't want to know him. I want nothing more than to leave him alone, but you know what, Harley? I do know he's a patient at the asylum you work at. It seems horribly peculiar that before you had your break down you were completely professional but now i'm kinda startin' to see where you're not straddling the fence anymore, you're just playing ball in his field."

"Are you accusing me of something all because I stood up for him?"

"You would've agreed with me before."

"Before I didn't know a damn thing, Hady." she snapped back.

"And you still don't, clearly." Hadlynn felt a tinge of anger grow. "Typical Harleen." She muttered under her breath and Harley raised her brows.

"Typical Harleen? What the hell does that mean?" She crossed her arms and Hadlynn sighed.

"You always see the best in people. And there's nothing wrong with that, but there's a difference in being positive and then being in denial."

"You're just pissy because you know good and well I've never seen the good in you." Harleen hissed and her sister rolled her jaw.

"I have more good than he does."

"He's a broken man, you're a rebellious snot nosed brat. He does the things he does to try to make himself feel somewhat alive and all you do is stay high and sleep around with low life morons."

"Say's the one who fucked her professor to get the grades to pass." Hadlynn's face stung when Harley slapped her, but she knew it would happen.

"You're lucky I don't call GCPD and have them look through your things. Wonder what exactly Gordon would do after finding out innocent Hady Duchess Quinzel stayed doped up to make it through school."

"Wonder what Arkham would think after finding out they have a fraud working with them." Hadlynn retorted and Harleen clenched her jaw. "Little advice for the whole black mailing thing, if you're going to do it, make sure the person you're doing it to doesn't have more dirt on you than you have on them." with that, Hadlynn grabbed her keys off the counter and left, smirking to her sister before slamming the door behind her.

Hadlynn found herself downtown, wondering a convenience store, trying to find a way to purchase cigarettes at only eighteen. She'd don't it before, but once the GCPD found out the cashier was selling to people younger than the legal age of nineteen, they arrested him and now a strict idiot was behind the counter, scowl on his features. She was about to give up and just get a soda and leave when the door opened and a young man everyone knew in Gotham walked in and headed to the back of the store where she was, looking at the display of beer, water and soda. She sighed, grabbing a water out the fridge and as she turned he spoke.

"You're kinda young to be a nurse already." he raised a brow, a goofy grin on his lips.

"So I've been told." she replied flatly, going to walk away again.

"I wouldn't trust you to nurse me, you don't look that experienced." he spoke again and she sighed and turned around, taking a step to him.

"Well it's a good thing I still have a couple more years to learn. I'm at an internship at Arkham Asylum at the moment, maybe I can gain some experience."

"I can't imagine you in Arkham Asylum..." he grabbed a water as well and she rolled her eyes, turning back to him yet again.

"And I couldn't imagine someone like yourself in the mean streets of downtown Gotham, Mr. Wayne." She snapped and Jason's eyes searched hers.

"If I went to the store uptown, I'd be surrounded by news reporters and photographers. My father doesn't know I smoke...I kinda want to keep it that way. So, it's worth the risk of getting jumped versus getting photographed buying cigarettes and having my dad see it when reading the paper tomorrow morning." He retorted and she couldn't help but grin.

"You're nineteen, why does he care?"

"It's a long and very complicated story." he told her. "Why're you here?"

"What?"

"It's just...you don't look like the type of woman that would be downtown..." he explained and she raised a brow.

"Are you saying I don't look like a hooker?" he smiled at her and nodded slowly.

"It's my way of saying you don't look like something off the streets of downtown Gotham. So why are you here?"

"The old cashier let minors have cigarettes...they got rid of him and I didn't know until I got here and I have a feeling the guy that looks like my tenth grade algebra teacher won't let anyone under the legal age get any." she said tiredly. He looked at the girl, although her curls were a bit messy, her eyes cloaked with dark circles and her face was bare of makeup, she was still one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen. And he had seen a lot of women. He had a feeling it was her beauty, and also her attitude that pushed him to be a good Samaritan and help her out.

"Wait outside." he told her with a sigh and she furrowed her brows. "You want your cigarettes or not?" he stated lowly. She did as she was told, before she turned to go outside, he grabbed her water and walked to the register. When he was done buying everything, he met her outside in the cold air and handed her water and two packs of cigarettes to her.

"Thank you." she looked up at his blue eyes and he grinned, nodding to her once and then he walked to his car.

As she got to Nathan's house, she went to open a pack, to see writing on one side of the cardboard.

Call me next time you need more of these.

His number was under the writing and she smiled, not knowing why really.

Present Time

"Now, Ms. Quinzel, you do realize that I can not have my doctors attacking my patients like my patients attack my doctors, correct?" Dr. Arkham talked down to the blonde as she sat with her legs crossed, a serious expression clinging to her features and her body still shook from anger and adrenaline.

"Yes, I understand that, but-"

"But nothing. What you just pulled in there is unexuseable and I have good of mind to cut you off now and send you on your way," he words made Harleen all the more angry. "but, I'm not going to do that simply because this is the first time you've ever done anything to threaten a patient's well being."

"I assure you, his well being is perfectly not threatened, Doctor Arkham." she stated flatly and he sighed.

"Why did you come all the way out here just to get a few good marks and bruises on him? What triggered your rage?" he leaned against his desk and Harleen wanted to tell him everything, but something inside her told her not to, and to wait until her and Joker met again one on one before she got her words in about the situation.

"Nothing, it was stupid, Doctor Arkham, and completely unprofessional of me, I have no idea what made me do that." she put on a fake face of confusion, knowing damn well why she tried to kill the man. Arkham pursed his lips and nodded.

"I've been there before, Miss Quinzel, but you can not let these patients run your temper. Don't allow them to get that much into your head, okay, Dear?" he asked softly and she nodded. "Alright, I suppose that's that, will you be returning in the morning or do you want some more days off?"

"Trust me, I will be here bright and early. Good day, Doctor." she nodded, walking out of his office.

"Good day, Doctor." he muttered back, shaking his head slightly.

Two Hours Earlier

"Hey, Hady." Harley gently shook her awake, little did she know that the young girl held a pistol under her pillow and when she was shooken awake, she pulled the hammer back and the end of the barrel met Harley's forehead just as she snapped awake. "Hadlynn!" Harley fell back and Hadlynn gasped, dropping her gun.

"I'm sorry." Hadlynn shook her head, sitting up in bed.

Harley got a good look at her, and her heart ached. Bruises fell as shadows all over her face and neck, one of her eyes was bright red from a busted vessel, her hair was ratty, one of her cheeks had a cut all the way down it. The girl who Harleen always thought was gorgeous was now broken. Literally.

"I-it's okay, Hady...do you need anything, anything to drink?"

"No I just want to sleep." Harleen knew (as a trained psychiatrist) that Hadlynn's depression was beginning to worsen. She found a whole bottle full of anti-depressants that hadn't been touched yet because Hadlynn knew they wouldn't work. Nothing anyone ever prescribed to her worked. It's help for a couple weeks but once her body got used to it...nah ah. It wasn't going to accept it at all. It was as if Hadlynn were taking sugar pills instead of a heavy dose of happiness.

She nodded, ran a hand through her little sisters matted curls and sighed, pressing a kiss to her forehead before leaving to go make herself some dinner. Once she got everything ready, a knock on the door made her jump, but she quickly walked to the door and looked out the compressed hole to see the exact person she never wanted to see again. She reached for a knife then swung the door open, ready to slice into Nathans pretty face.

Sick Bastard.

"What the fuck do you want?" she snapped to him in a growl and his eyes met hers.

"Can I come in?" he asked lowly, almost ashamed and she laughed in his face. It was a laugh that scared her, a laugh that Joker would produce, completely angry but yet amused about how pathetic something were.

"So you can rape my sister again?" she didn't even try to keep her words quiet, and even hoped someone across the hall or beside them would hear her. He sighed and rubbed his face, his eyes finally meeting hers. His eyes had tears in them and once again, she chuckled like a mad person.

"Please, I need to speak with her."

"I assure you, you are the absolute last person Hadlynn Duchess Quinzel wants to even think about right now, let alone talk to." she was about to slam the door in his face when he kept it open with his foot.

"Please, Harley? It's really important. I have to say something to her."

"You've already said enough through the ways of your actions."

"Harley-"

"You do realize that you should be in hell right now? When Jonny found you doing what you were, he should've put a bullet in your head and sent you straight to hell."

"I-"

"You don't deserve to even think of someone as great as my sister, let alone be privileged enough to even date her. You are the most hypocritical, selfish, ruthless, idiotic son of a bitch I have ever met in my entire life, Nathan."

"What about Joker?" he scoffed and she rolled her jaw, tears of anger coming to her eyes.

"He would never, ever do something like this. Not to Hadlynn and not to me."

"He did though." Nathan snapped and she raised her brows.

"Excuse me?"

"It was his idea, Harley. I went to visit him a few weeks back and he was the one who gave me the bright advice to just do whatever I wanted with Hady. He said that I was the man in the relationship and that I needed to take what I deserve...I didn't plan on going that far I just wanted to try and get her into it but she didn't want to and then she hit me and kept fighting and I panicked and got pissed off."

"So you rape her? That was the solution? To rape her?"

"I just wanted to hurt her as bad as she's hurt me for the past three years, Harley."

"You're full of bullshit." she slammed the door but could hear him talking to her still.

"It was Joker, Harley. You don't believe me go ask him yourself. He's the one who put it in my head, he's the one who taught me wrong. Hate him all you want but don't hate me for something I couldn't control."

"Couldn't control? Is that how much of a little bitch you are? Joker mentions you doing something that he would do and your body obeys? You are truly pathetic, Nathan. And you will never see my sister again. Ever. So I hope your thirty seconds of glory was worth it, because I promise, you've lost my respect and hers and Jonny's. So just let that soak in but remember, you still have Joker. That's all you need right?" she laughed and after a moment, heard him sigh and walk away...a Sudden anger boiled in her veins and she quickly grabbed her keys and headed to Arkham.

The Night Before

Hadlynn could tell Nathan was healed, it wasn't the way he could easily pick her up, or the way he could easily throw her on the bed, or the way he could bind her hands with his belt with no problems even with her struggling. It was just very evident that he had. She didn't even remember getting into this situation. She had just cooked him dinner, poured him a drink. Sure, she was wearing one of his shirts but was that an invitation to sex? No. So how come when she placed his plate on the table in front of him, and kissed his head, he took it upon himself to stand and grab her tightly? She liked it at first, him standing and gripping her hips, pulling her lips to his in a feverish kiss. She thought it had been a pretty damn good 'thank you for dinner' but it hadn't been. When he picked her up, she wrapped her legs around his waist, when he threw her on the counter she moaned at the delicious feeling of his hard erection rubbing into her as she always did, but he usually was the one to gain control and pull away before they did anything but tonight, he hadn't. His hands just got hungrier as he ripped his shirt from over her head, his lips automatically going to nip and suck at her bare breast.

She didn't argue, although she felt as though she should've told him to back off some. When his hands reached for her panties is where she finally spoke up. He just looked at her as if she were crazy, even silencing her argument at one point by bruising his lips to hers, his tongue running over hers. She was distracted, but gained her sense of reality again and pushed him away, reminding him that they didn't need to do anything. He had laughed in her face. Something she wasn't used to, and he began his efforts again. Eventually, she started hitting him, after he got her panties off. This only fueled the fire and he threw her over his shoulder, kicking and screaming.

Her body hit the mattress and she heard him take his clothing off. She used this as a moment of opportunity to get the hell out as fast as she could. She hopped up from the mattress and he punched her in the jaw. She saw black dots and felt him turn her body over, her back laying against the rough bed. He bound her hands with his belt but she still fought, kicking at him but he wickedly chuckled and held her legs down and spread wide with his knees, making her wail from the pressure on her bones. She begged him to stop just as he was getting ready to torture her and he wrapped a hand around her throat, stating that all she was doing was getting him harder with all her begging.

It was quick, but felt like years. He pushed into her and she arched her back, screaming. He quickly shut her up, hitting her repeatedly and shoving his tongue down her throat before muttering 'fuck' under his breath and closing his eyes, his thrusts in her burning, but also quick. It only took a few seconds for her body to react, making his thrusts smoother and easier, even though she didn't want it. She thanked god when the door opened and Jonny was about to ask a question, but quickly turned his back, thinking it was consensual probably. But before Nathan could keep her quiet, she screamed for Jonny's help and he quickly got the gist. Jonny pulled his gun out and pulled the hammer back, demanding Nathan to get off of her just as Nathan's cum filled her, making her fill disgusting. Nathan laughed it off when Jonny shoved him off a beaten and naked Hadlynn.

She was sobbing, and utterly didn't care that her savior was seeing her naked. He untied her and she reached her numb arms out to him and he didn't hesitate to take his jacket off and put it over her to cover her as he picked her up. He looked back to see Nathan almost in a frozen state, actually letting the reality of what he has just done sink in. Jonny made his way to the door, looking at the man in disgust.

"I hope it was worth it, Nathan." was all he said to him before taking the passed out girl home to her sister.

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