I've already done the disclaimer so... I thought that you'd get the gist. Not mine yadda yadda.
Now, I love Harley Quinn, but seeing as she's (Horribly) not in the Nolanverse
And also, there will be Batman with his self-righteous ways, be assured. But I don't think it's realistic for him to start dropping by the Asylum to beat the Joker up? Hardly his style.
And don't worry, Maria won't be all hero worshipping the entire time, trying to show she admires him.
And any tips for Jokers speech is welcome.
Chapter 2: Joker's mind.
Mine.
Six thirty couldn't come quick enough.
Maria was buzzing with excitement. Seeing her Joker. Seeing her Joker. Seeing her Joker. How could that not hold her attention?
She sat with her last patient, barely able to contain herself. The said patient, she forgot his name, was schizophrenic, trauma from some criminal. He was shivering and trying to get words to form correctly.
6:45. So close.
Then, like music to her ears, the ring signalling end of session came and met her ears.
'A-a-annnd t-t-theeee-' the sentence was cut short by Maria's lunge for the door. Guards opened it to be hit by the mess that was Maria, at first thinking it was the patient. The patient and guards all watched as the woman ran off madly, her petite frame followed by her fluttering waistcoat.
Maria had the crazy smile that was rarely on her face at full capacity. No one bothered to stop her, no one dared. Fear was something that she saw in all their eyes every day. That was why she never bothered to talk to anyone. Why would she waste words on such pathetic insects?
But the Joker was more than worth it. Every word. Every breath.
Finally, she made it to the high security section, though it wasn't very impressive. All it meant was that there were more doors, more blatantly shown cameras and some bored, half witted pigs called guards. They just let her in, no questions asked. They didn't want to know.
There she was. In front of the door leading to the padded area. But it was who was in the padded room that was important. Vital. The reason.
Taking a big breath, she slowly entered the room, the grin just not able to leave, not that she tried. Why lie? He was a genius; it would only insult him to lie of what she felt.
There he was. Sitting with his straitjacket worn tightly, more tightly than it should be.
His matted green hair hung, covering his smudged eyes. The cracked white paint covering the rest of his face was even more patch worked than before. Lips cracked and the red paint was now faint on his face, revealing the beautiful scars that adorned his features.
'Why... uh... doc-tooor. You here to cure meee-huh?' Even his voice brought light in her heart.
'What is there to cure?' The first words spoken to another person in five years. Go me, there goes that record.
That made him do a double take. The shock and suspicion on the painted face sent a thrill through her spine.
Deciding to not wait for him to recover, it was taking too long anyway, she started to make her way forwards.
'Now, are you going tah hurt me sugar?' there was a British accent to her voice, huh, guess accents aren't something you don't get rid of over time.
Regaining some composure, he smirked.
'Well, depends... do I... uh... get ou-ta of these loooow bud-get clothes?'
'Maybe. Only one way to find out, ey?' and with that, Maria started to release the buckles of the straitjacket. 'Now, be a good boy, aaaalright?' she giggled. For some reason, the joker, instead of a manic laugh, smiled, nonplussed.
'You must be a little on the craaaa-zy side eh?' He said, feeling his now free limbs.
Instead of being offended, Maria nodded excitedly.
'Oh, crazy shumazy! It they had it their way, I would be in this room behind these so colourful padded walls. They just don't like that I don't talk to them and that makes them a little freaked out. Ha!' She flapped her hands around with giant gestures, not even looking at the Joker anymore, totally at ease and unworried of the possible dangers of the man classified as mad.
'You don't... uh... taaaalk to oth-eeerrrrs?' he drawled, an accent that Maria couldn't pin point coming through at the corners. If she had looked at the clown at that moment, she would have seen a smile that could be called almost interest and endearment. What was going through the mind of the clown is as other-worldly as Narnia in wonderland... remixed with something like...
'Oh no! I wouldn't waste my breath with those maggots and cockroaches. So ignorant and so booooring!'
And, without Maria realising it, the Joker was hooked. His mind was racing. This woman, his doctor, was the one. For what, remained unanswered, but that thought was what made him study the girl with more interest. Her way of speaking, so alike to his own thoughts. He was giddy at the thought. What fun they could have. What chaos and truth they could enlighten the world with.
She was an angel. In this pitiful, patheic city (well... world really) he had found this beauty. And like he was going to get rid of this! HA!
But, his eyes never strayed from the grinning, ranting woman. With a confusing word resounding in the forefront of his messy mind.
Mine.
And who was he to go against himself?
A/N: Thank you anyone who has read and reviewed and what not! Any wishes for where this story could go will be duly noted.
And if this story isn't anyones taste... hey ho! I enjoyed writing it so yeah?
Freya x