Breaking Wonderland: Alice in Chains
BTAS (Batman Animated Series)
(Sequel to Breaking Wonderland) After her breakdown, Alice is forced to seek psychiatric help. Though the criminals in Arkham have other things on mind, again.
PS: Sorry for any grammar mistakes, typos, anything else.
Chapter 2: Nosy Bodies
Harley leaned back her legs propped up on the hard metal desk as she twirled her hair looking at the ceiling clueless.
"Ms. Quinzel could you please sit in your seat correctly," Dr. Richardson sighed.
"Doctor Quinzel," Harley added as she continued to twirl her pigtail.
"We both know that your license has been revoked a long time ago, Harley," Dr. Richardson said sternly. Harley sighed and sat up straight.
"Okay Doc, you got a point," she said happily. Dr. Richardson cleared her throat.
"Now about the Joker, we both know you're pretty sore about him escaping Arkham without you," she paused. Harley pushed her lips to the side looking irritated. "Do you even know how he escaped?" Dr. Richardson asked as she picked up her pen ready to write.
"Uh-uh," Harley responded as she shook her head. Dr. Richardson rubbed the side of her temple.
"You absolutely don't remember him stuffing himself in the dirty laundry bin and having a lacky disguised as an orderly wheel him out of Arkham?" Dr. Richardson said bitterly. Harley shook her head.
"It seems you got it all figured out to me, Doc" Harley said as she said as she crossed her arms.
"I see, it seems your loyalties still lie heavily with the Joker, we'll see about that later in a month or two," Dr. Richardson guessed as she stopped writing and stood up. Harley glared at Dr. Richardson angrily.
"I guess this will be all then," Dr. Richardson said as she made her way beside the desk and opened the door. Harley stood up happily and passed Dr. Richardson calmly she placed her hands behind her back trying hard to act like her best behavior. Dr. Richardson stepped out as well. "Oh, Harley could you please tell Edward Nygma, that his appointment is rescheduled. I have such a headache," Dr. Richardson asked tiredly.
"Sure thing, Doc!" Harley replied cheerfully. Dr. Richardson locked her door and started to walk down the hall. Harley waited till Dr. Richardson was out of sight before leaving the corridor and making her way towards the recreation room.
Pamela Isely sat across from Edward Nygma she stared at him contently with a smile. She was sure to win this game of chess against him this time. Even though she cheated and Edward was under a light dose of her pheromones, Nygma still had control on most of his central thought.
"Hey Red!" Harley jumped out from behind her happily. Pamela frowned.
"Harley I'm very busy right now could we talk later," she said concentrating on the chess board.
"Sure, but I just want to let Eddie here know that he has an appointment with the Doc," Harley said slyly. Edward grimaced for a moment before picking up his pawn and placing it the opposite end of the board.
"Checkmate! Ah-hahahaha," he chuckled happily he stood up placing his hands on his hips. It was Pamela's turn to grimace as she stared at the chess board.
"Just go to your appointment," Pamela said bitterly as she stood up as well.
"Why Certainly," he said as he made his way out of the room still glowing with pride. Pamela waited for him to leave.
"Damn prick," Pamela said under her breath as she watched him leave. She then focused on Harley as she crossed her arms. "What is it that's so important?" Harley smiled broadly.
"Look what I got!" Harley sprouted as she put up her hand showing a set of keys and a security card.
"Are those-" Pamela started.
"Uh-hu," Harley nodded.
"You didn't!" Pamela marveled as she shook her head in disbelief.
"I did," Harley said proudly. Pamela raised a brow impressed. "So do you want to come with me later on tonight and browse around the Doc's files?" Harley asked excitedly. Pamela thought a bout it for a moment.
"Hmmm, I don't know, Harley," Pamela said dimly.
"Oh come on Ivy! It'll be fun we can see how we're doing! Like cheatin' on a test," Harley said tugging on Pamela's arm. Pamela stared into Harley's blue eyes and smiled.
"Oh alright we'll do it tonight while everyone's sleeping, I'll come get you around one in the morning. You better be awake," Pamela said as she walked away accidentally knocking down the chess board with her hip. "Oops," Pamela said playfully as she blushed.
Later that night Pamela made her way towards Harley's cell with an orderly heavily dosed with her pheromones.
"Harley," Pamela whispered loudly. Harley woke up with a small yawn.
"Sorry Ivy, I couldn't help it I was having a sweet dream 'bout my puddin," Harley whispered back as she stretched her arms.
"Shhhh!" Pamela let out. Harley blushed as she saw the orderly unlock her cell. "Come on lets go," Pamela said. Harley stepped out and they both made their way through the asylum quietly. She had him escort them to the bathroom for a moment then towards the hallway where Dr. Richardson office was. They made their way towards the end of the hall where her office was at. "You got the keys?" Pamela asked Harley.
"Woops, I knew I was forgettin' something," Harley said forgetfully. Pamela turned red with anger. Harley smiled.
"Just kidding, jeez, can't 'ya take a joke?" Harley joked as she brought out the keys and unlocked the door. Pamela and Harley walked through the door and left the orderly outside to stand guard. Harley turned on a small lamp and sat on the Dr. Richardson's chair. She spun around it playfully.
"Weee!" Harley let out. Pamela shook her head.
"Harley come on, you're getting too loud. Do you want us to get caught?" Pamela scolded Harley turned starring at Pamela's direction her neck snapping back at her with each turn.
"Ya, know I always wanted one of these chairs," she said as slowly she spun to a stop. Pamela made her way to the file-cabinet and to her file quick just in case Harley decided to get loud again. Harley jumped off the chair to do the same. They were both silent for awhile.
"Until her obsession with plants is behind her I see little or no hope for improvement for Ms. Isely to recover any time in the near future..." Pamela read as she turned red with anger. "And all this time I thought I was getting closer to release... I can't believe this!" Pamela yelled as she closed her file and placed it back in the file storage.
"Jeez, who's getting' loud now Ivy?" Harley asked sarcastically. Pamela crossed her arms.
"That's it I'm breaking out of this place real soon," Pamela piped as she crossed her arms. She stayed quiet waiting for Harley to respond. Pamela looked down at Harley who was reading intently.
"Well what does yours say?" Pamela asked.
"Mmmm," Harley said as she blushed. Pamela pulled the folder away from Harley angrily. She opened it and looked down at it unsurprised.
"The Jokers," Pamela scolded. "I should of known, Harley he escaped without you. He left you here!" Pamela trilled to Harley loudly.
"I know that but … I miss him, he's my puddin'," Harley responded as she took the folder back from Pamela and opened it. She stared at the picture of the Joker lovingly before kissing it happily. Pamela rolled her eyes as she decided to browse around some more. She looked through Edwards, Weskers, even at Harley's who refused to look at it herself. Harley looked at Pamela's, then Fries, then Tetch's. They continued to read files laughing at Dr. Richardson's notes. "Hey who are these people," Harley said as she looked through lower drawers and found Timothy Newman's folder. Pamela stopped what she was doing and looked over the folder with Harley.
"Why, he's only nine years old," Pamela read out loud. "Excessively violent though no signs of abuse... I give him six more years before he's here," Pamela stated.
"I know," Harley said proudly. Pamela gave Harley a look. Perhaps it was just Harley's way of showing maternal instinct. Pamela pulled another folder out.
"Adrian Gilbert," she paused to open up the folder. "Forty Three years old, married compulsive counter, also a peeping tom according to his wife," Pamela giggled. "Hmm, never seen him here, either," Pamela added as she closed it and placed it back in. Harley dug in as well. "I didn't know Dr. Richardson had patients outside of Arkham," Pamela divulged.
"Yeah the only difference between them and us is that aren't criminals," Harley noted looking through another before placing it back in. "Well almost not all criminals," she said happily as she pulled out another folder. Pamela raised a brow. "Hey Pammy would ya' look at this..." Harley said excitedly she opened it showing a picture or young blond woman with blue eyes.
"Hey isn't that the woman who wrecked my garden?!" Pamela asked angrily. Harley nodded.
"Uh-hu and she's... Jervy's crush... his muse," Harley sighed romantically. Pamela bit her tongue as she bent low to read the file as well.
"Alice Pleasance, formally known as Alice Reynalds..." Pamela skipped down to see what's the deal with her. "Nervous Breakdown, broke into Arkham to seek revenge on Mr. Jervis Tetch, charged with breaking and damaging private property, Batman arranged as requested by Mr. Tetch was not put into Arkham... so the rumors are true he did plead with Batman," Pamela said smirking.
"That's so romantic," Harley replied smiling looking at the air above her. Pamela rolled her eyes.
"That's so pathetic," Pamela disagreed. "Shy, introverted, with a dangerously low self-esteem, hopes of recovery promising" Pamela read out loud. "Poor thing, she sounds easy to manipulate," Pamela added.
"Yeah," Harley said as she stared at Alice's picture and was silent for a few more seconds. "Hey, I got an idea," she said as she stared straight her eyes sparkling.
"Hmmm?" Pamela responded.
"How about we play Doctor?" Harley suggested. Pamela's face scrunched up.
"What do you mean?" she asked Harley though in the pit of her stomach she had a feeling where Harley was going.
"You know... just give Ms. Pleasance a little shove, if ya know what I mean," Harley said with a devious grin.
"You can't be serious," Pamela's eyes widen.
"But I am," Harley said standing up.
"No Harley, we have no business messing with other peoples business," Pamela stated crossing her arms.
"And what do ya think we are doing right now?" Harley grinned. Pamela went pale, Harley was right, she'd been snooping in others business since they got here.
"This is different," Pamela said sternly.
"No it's not besides it'll be easy!" Harley said with a huge smile. Pamela rolled her eyes.
"Harley what happens if we get caught?" Pamela stated simply. Harley rolled her eyes.
"Simple we'll just break out of this joint like 'ya said," Harley said looking over the file one more time. "Okay let's get movin' before we get caught," Harley squealed excitedly closing the file drawer.