Doctor Crane is in the houseeee!

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He held the door open for me as I got out of the car. I did so slowly, staring at the big gate in front of me.

Arkham Asylum.

He shut the door loudly and licked his lips.

»C'mere,« he grunted and I obeyed immediately.

It felt like I melted into his embrace, like I belonged there. He held me tightly, staring at my lips like a mad man.

»Swallow,« he instructed and pushed something in my mouth roughly.

I twisted my tongue around it and noticed the shape was small and round, like... a pill.

»What-,« I began, but he closed my mouth with his hand and gave me a stern look.

I swallowed obediently and he gave me a big smile of approval.

»Good girl.«

»What did you give me?«

»Morning after pill.«

I blushed a deep red, but he merely giggled at my reaction. I had completely forgotten that we hadn't used a condom. Thankfully, he didn't.

I wiggled out of his embrace, but at the last moment he pulled me back and kissed me fiercely, with a passion that left my lips burning in sweet, sweet fire.

I looked into his eyes after he broke the kiss and it felt like I could watch him forever. How is this even possible? How can he make me feel such powerful emotions?

We didn't have to say a word to know what the other was thinking and in that moment I escaped his strong arms and ran toward the gate.

I didn't want to look at him again or I knew what was going to happen. I would melt and get all warm and fuzzy and my brain would work overtime, drunk off female hormones that would make me want to do things that were in no sense appropriate. If I wanted to get through with his plan, I needed my mind in full working mode. So no hankey pankey. No kissing. And certainly no touching.

I made my way past the gate and through the main entrance. I searched the halls first and waited for them to become moderately empty. The main problem was the receptionist sitting pretty behind her desk, staring down at the computer, obviously bored and sleepy. It was really late, anyway, so who could blame her?

I sneaked inside in the right moment, kinda proud that I already made it this far.

I ran behind the corner and immediately, I found the janitor's room.

Well that was easier than I thought...

I tried to copy what I learned before, what Bane had thought me. If I pretend to be one of them, things will be easier.

I tried to open the door, only to find it locked completely. Fuck! Nobody has ever taught me how to pick a lock. Well, shit, what now?

I looked around, but had to return around the corner, to where I came from. There was nothing I could use. Of course they had to looney-proof the entire building, like for a baby. Can't have derranged lunatics lurking around with weapons...

I groaned in frustration until my gaze got locked on the receptionist again. She was still staring at her computer, clicking slowly, her head being supported by her left hand. I looked at her desk, and found a nice set of keys hanging next to her left elbow. So close... and yet so far.

I went down almost to my knees and started crawling to her. I tried to be silent as I could, and immediately, I began over-thinking again. What if Joker could see me now? He'd probably die of laughter to see me in these stupid bunny ears and tail, crawling on all fours over the floor like an idiot. God, I must look stupid.

I made my way closer and closer, and at the last part got back to my feet. Suddenly, my standing form cast an almost invisible shadow on her computer, but she noticed it. Immediately, she turned around and her eyes widened at my bunny attire. She must have thought I was a patient here or something.

I saw her hand rush to a button under her desk and I recognized it as the alarm button. Oh, fuck!

»No, no, no, you don't understand!« I said, lifting my hands in the air, trying to sound as sane as I could.

I saw her fingers move over the button in a failed attempt to find it, and I lost it. Joker was going to kill me if his plan failed. He was surely going to punish me. I was dead meat if she pushed that button.

So, in a moment of utter inner panic, I did the only thing that made sense to me then. I grabbed the back of her head and slammed her face down to the desk and her body went dull.

I moved away in shock, only to see her slowly fall off her chair, and land on the floor, immovable. Blood was gushing out of her broken nose and I covered my mouth.

What have I done?! No, no, no!

I fell to my knees and started assessing her, my medical skills kicked in, and all those weeks of treating Bane's men certainly helped.

After I made sure she was merely unconscious and otherwise fine, I let out the breath I was holding in for so long.

What the fuck was that about?! Well, I did prevent her from setting the alarm off...

I shook my head, disappointed at myself.

As I watched her lying on the ground, and idea popped in my head. Ana, you're a genius! I congratulated myself, and started undressing the poor receptionist. She looked young and had a similar body shape.

I pulled her white blouse over my slimsy Property of Mr J shirt and then put her black jacket over it. I looked at the name tag.

Christina Moone, receptionist

I took off her skirt that matched the jacket and pulled it over my shorts. If I lost the clothes J gave me I'd surely be punished for it...

I took off the bunny ears and hid them underneath the jacket. I took off her shoes as well, nice black medium heels, and put them on. I left my shoes beside her and pushed her underneath the desk and left her there. Somebody will find her... I hope.

I got back to my feet, and straightened out my uniform. I tied my hair in a bun and took the keys off the table and put them in the jacket pocket.

Okay... now to find the monitor room...

My high heels clicked off the linuleum floor as I made my way through the halls. I remembered the path barely, from the time I came here with Gordon for the first time. Looking back at it now, it seemed so distant, it made me wonder how long I've been in Gotham for. I didn't even know what day it was today. Or what month. Time was completely lost on me.

I saw a man at the end of the hall and felt my heart clench a little. Will he spot my bluff?

I closed my eyes for a second, as I kept walking in a fast stroll. I had to block Ana and allow Harley to take command.

Finally, I reached the man and we nodded at each other. I quickly walked past, trying to look busy and stern. I was clutching onto the keys in my left hand, digging the metal in my flesh painfully.

I could already see it; after a couple of turns and one staircase to conquer, I was approaching dr. Arkham's room. I looked behind me, down the empty insane asylum.

I put one ear on the door, holding my breath. This is it. I've reached my destination.

After I couldn't hear anything, I tried pushing the first key in. It didn't fit. Neither did the other three, but after I've almost lost my patience, one key slid in half the way.

Good enough, I thought and forced the key to turn. It was hard and I thought I was going to either break the key, the lock, or the bones in my hands.

»Agh!« I growled and finally, the lock gave in.

I put the key back in my jacket's pocket, and entered the room.

It was exactly as I remembered it. Although this time, dr. Arkham wasn't here to greet me.

I shut the door behind me, quickly getting down to work. I shuffled through the papers, his desk and drawers, searching for what Joker had described so clearly.

I cursed loudly, throwing his papers on the floor in frustration. But then a small light caught my eye and I looked at a locked closet, that had the tiniest hole in between its handles.

I took doctor's heavy chair and threw it with all my might at the closet. It gave in, revealing a small computer, producing the tiny light that had caught my eye.

Bingo.

I opened the laptop and to my surprise, everything was already waiting. The security footage could be seen in one of the open tabs, but I ignored it and shuffled through the others until I found a live video of most of the gates as well as the patient's cell doors.

Joker had told me than in case of emergencies, all the doors could be programmed to open on command, but to get to the patient's doors, there was another security switch in the basement. But that was Joker's problem. All I had to do was enable all security systems and bring down the first defence mechanism.

I began clicking, fighting the system, but int he end, I've done it. For just a moment my finger ghosted above the computer mouse, and I contemplated if I could do it.

But then I remembered my hatred for Gotham and I pressed down on that mouse with a big satisfied grin.

I opened the security camera tabs and watched as the gates became loose and moved from the wind a bit.

It was dark outside, due to the lack of moonlight, but I could clearly see my Mr J and his goons go past the gate, big guns in hands.

Immediately, I shut the closet and put the chair back in place. Not that it truly mattered, since the mess I made was too big...

I took one last look at the room, before I opened the door and swiftly sneaked out. I shut the door silently and slowly behind me, and turned on my heels.

I nearly crashed into a man's chest, and the first thing I noticed was an expensive cologne, so different from Joker's gunpowder and gasoline signature scent.

The man had an expensive suit on, and my eyes flashed over the name tag.

Doctor Jonathan Crane

Oh fuck me... I looked up at him, to see him wearing the glasses I remembered so clearly all of a sudden, and I brushed a vibrant red.

»Excuse me,« I mumbled and rushed past him.

A hand came down on me and wrapped itself around my arm, pulling me back to him so fast I barely realized what had happened.

Please don't remember me... Please don't... I knew when we first met he was awfully curious about Joker wanting to speak only to me, and since Crane was his doctor, it was only natural for him to be curious.

But this was somehow different. His steel blue eyes bore into mine, narrowing a bit, as if trying to remember something I already have.

»Pardon, do I know you from somewhere?« He asked, eyes still narrowed.

»I work at reception,« I said swiftly, lying like it came naturally to me.

»What were you doing in there?«

»Doctor Arkham asked me to bring some papers to his office.«

The man was damn right handsome, I had to admit. He had luscious dark brown hair, with light curls falling over his glasses and full lips. But the icy eyes really sold the deal.

He didn't even nod, but kept assessing me and I found it highly irritiating to be psychoanalyzed by a professional.

»If you'd excuse me,« I said, trying to sound collected and confident and I almost tore my arm from his grip.

»Of course,« he said then and gave me a sly smile that I already knew was fake. The man was up to something. Dammit.

I turned around again and my heels clicked away in a past pace. I looked past my shoulder and watched him go in the other direction as well, when he suddenly stopped and turned back at me.

»You..,« he said in an accusing tone, steel blue eyes drilling into my very core.

I knew my cover was blown. The pretend was over. But it didn't matter, because my Mr. J was already in the building and I finished my task. We've already won.

»You know, I really thought you weren't going to remember me, dr. Crane. It did happen such along time ago,« I said, my voice suddenly rid of all of its fake clumsiness, as Harley made her entrance.

»That's right. You're Joker's girl.«

»I'm no one's girl,« I said sternly, although I was flattered by the thought.

He took a step toward me, and another, slowly approaching.

»Then why are you here then, hm? Running your own personal errands?« he mocked, cocking an eyebrow at me.

»You got me there, doctor. I admit. I'm up to no good.«

»You know the first time he escaped from here was because of you. He said you promised to come back, but you didn't. It drove him mad. Well, even more than he already was.«

»You sound like you didn't try to prevent it.«

»I didn't. I had an agreement with him; I helped him escape, and he won't try to kill me.«

»That was very brave of you doctor, to make a deal with the devil.«

»Desperate times call for desperate measures, miss...?«

»Harley. Harley Quinn.«

He shook his head although he was enjoying this. And so was I.

»That's not your real name. I'd know if it were.«

»It's what he calls me. And I'd like to keep things that way.«

»Ana,« he said suddenly and my blood froze.

»I remember now, it was Ana, right? Short, simple.«

I felt my cheeks turn red with anger, the tables were turned and I hated it. if Joker found out my real name he could track my family down and God only knows what would happen then.

»You have the memory of an elephant, doctor Crane. Truly admirable.« My words were pure venom.

He kept that arrogant half smirk on his face but at the same time he appeared deadly serious.

»If you came to visit more often you'd see that it's rather a necessity around these parts.«

»Is the asylum that rough?« I mocked.

»Outside you can be a giant. But in here only the mind can grant you power,« he said, and I got chills.

»Do you enjoy the reversal?« I asked, uncontrolled curiosity brewing inside of me.

»I respect the mind's power over the body. It's why I do what I do.«

»I completely agree with you on that. But without my help, you won't be able to do it for much longer. Any of it, for that matter. 'Cause you'll be dead.«

»What do you mean?« He asked, stone cold and collected. Damn, was he good at these mind games.

»If you're trying to play games with me, miss Ana-.«

»I'm not even going to try to deny that. But the truth is you need my help. Because Joker is here as we speak. He's gonna tear this place apart and serve it to Gotham on a fancy plate. If you wanna live through it, you gotta listen to me.«

»Let's say, you're telling the truth. What do you want in return?«

»You can never tell him my name. Not ever, not anyone. It's just Harley from now on. That's all I want.«

»That simple?«
»It may be simple, but it's extremely important to me. Surely you can understand why.«

He nodded, his mind visibly working overtime.

»I have no reason to lie to you, doctor. I rather enjoy your company, so why would I lie?«

»Very well. I won't tell him your name.«

»Not anyone,« I repeated and he forced a smile.

»Not anyone.«

»First they'll go to the basement, to set the lunatics free. Oh sorry, patients. Then they'll rake the entire building. If I were you, I'd get out immediately, through the west wing. They'll go there in the end, so if you hurry, you'll still have time. And doctor, even if Joker said he wouldn't hurt you, I wouldn't count on it.«

»Why are you helping me, miss Quinn?«
»As I said, I enjoy your company. And you seem like a person I may need in the future.«

»I like your honesty. Very well then, we have a deal,« he offered me his hand and I shook it.

»Until we meet again, miss Quinn.«

»Doctor,« I said and watched him turn and disappear from my sight.

I had mixed feelings inside, as I stared at the empty hallway he left behind. A loud explosion shook the building, but it barely startled me.

He seemed like a man of honour. I hoped he'd keep our deal. Because if Joker ever found out my name... I'd kill Crane.