I don't own anything.
Harley stood in the gun shop looking at the cheapest handheld machine gun they had, she knew even considering it was a bad idea but she bought it anyway. However she did decide to 'fix' it.
She had the shop owner do a bit of rigging to make the gun unusable, making a few dents so that it couldn't be loaded, and causing a blockage in the barrel.
Always being the good girl she was she couldn't help feel excited about doing such a dangerous and reckless move, she hoped that this would make him feel more comfortable and help him to think of her as he slowly got better.
She held such an air about her as she walked through security, her confidence was through the roof and everybody noticed, but no one noticed the secret she held between her legs, and when the metal detector sounded in that area she gave a simple reply.
"I got a piercing." She said giving the guard a sly smile, which he returned with bug eyes in shock at her adventurous side.
When she got to her office she cleaned it up and put it in a box, to give to him.
Harley had never felt so alive as she did at this moment, and she could barely stop her shaking when she tried to work.
As she walked towards his cell it was like she was having a mental orgasm, the thrill of knowing she could get caught, the excitement of doing something against the rules.
She came in to find Mr. J smiling, she held up the box and slid it under his bed for later.
As she walked toward the table to sit down he smiled very seductively at her.
"I heard you got a piercing." She stopped midway of pulling her seat out to bug her eyes out at him and blush.
But composing herself quickly.
"I removed it once I got to my office. It was too uncomfortable." She smiled as she sat down.
Joker didn't waste time as he began to talk, Harleen finally stopped shaking as she took notes.
Harleen felt content as she sat in her office finishing off her last report on Joker's session, she closed the file and sat back to smile and sigh, although she really wanted to continue being his doctor but she knew that Arkham was overly excited about becoming his Doctor once again so she decided to give in and just be happy with the progress she made.
She held up her left hand as she gazed at her engagement ring, her smile dropped her heart telling her mixed signals.
Suddenly shots were fired making her jump and almost fall back out of her chair, the shots were getting closer so she pressed her panic button bringing down the shields to protect her office from crazed patients.
She picked up her long necked Taser and stood at the ready, but it didn't help, none of it did.
The bulletproof shields didn't stand up to resident hacker that over ruled all of the security of the building.
While the Taser she held was useless when the assailants flooded her office pointing their guns.
She fought with her hands and used her age old Gymnast skills to fight them off as much as she could but she was out of practice and overpowered.
She still tried to fight as the only man without a mask fought with her to lay her out on a stretcher with the help of another man that was covered head to toe in hospital gowns.
"Get off me." She screamed trying to gain her freedom, but they were stronger and able to get her strapped down.
She screamed for help as they rolled her out to the hallway, she saw as many masked men were shooting up the place, what surprised her most was that a some were actually wearing hospital gown, security uniforms or doctors coats form the asylum, while others dressed in regular day clothes.
She found herself being rolled into the EST room then left to struggle in her restraints.
After about 30 minutes she heard a familiar voice but way different then what she was used to.
"Well, Well, Well. What do we got here?" She began to shake at the difference, Mistah J was wearing a single purple glove, black sweats, and no shirt, his god like handsome features now smiled and colored with a few dribbles of blood.
He now look like the monster everyone claimed him to be.
"Doctor Quinzel, how nice of you to join us. You look good enough to eat. Figuratively speaking of course, I'm a vegan, at least for today" He said in a newly crazed criminal tone as he looked subjectively at her.
"What are you gonna do? You gonna kill me Mistah J?" She asked in a shaky voice.
"Oh I'm not gonna kill ya. I'm just gonna hurt ya, really, really, bad." He said descending the EST pads down on her.
"You think so?" She said trying to show no fear.
"Its pay back for giving me EST and destroying the only memories I had left." He said in an inhumane voice that leaked with malice.
"I never signed you up for EST. I don't even believe in it." She said in pure shock.
The Joker's evil smile fell as he dropped the pads to the ground, then placed his hands on either side of her head leaning over her face.
"Excuse me?" Mr. J said in annoyance at her deniability to his face.
"I believe in physical and emotional therapy through civil sessions, I've never believed in EST." She said looking up at his crooked mouth as if he had tasted something gross, he cocked his head to the side then pushed off the stretcher walking off making it roll a little, it was easily caught by the unmasked man and repositioned.
Joker came back with a clipboard and practically shoved it in her face.
"Look at this it says right here. Dr. Quinzel signed for 3 times a week of EST for her patient Joker. Now your not sit there and tell me that you didn't sign this." He screamed in her face, making her lightly flinch.
"That's not my handwriting." She said calmly Joker was about to explode until she continued her sentence.
"That's Dr. Arkhams handwriting." She stated trying to calm him which worked, his crazed smile fell and his eyes darkened.
"Watch her." He screamed when he left.
He was only gone for 15 minutes and when he came back his goons brought in Arkham and Leland, while Jokers smile seemed controlling.
He came up to Harleen swiveled the stretcher around then propped it up to a sitting position.
Arkham flipped out. "Harleen. Don't you touch her. Don't you dare touch her you crazed freak." He screamed but his goons held him back.
"Turns out you were right." He said leaning against the stretcher along her body as he stared at her.
He stood and walked as if he was a rockstar talking to his audience.
"Turns out Arkham has been forging your signature Harley for me to have EST." He said with a smile.
"Excuse me?" You undermined my treatment plan for my Patient?" She asked incredulously almost screaming.
"Oh baby that's not all they did." He laughed as he dropped a large stack of papers in her lap, looking down she saw the title
The Man behind the Mask: the rehab of The Joker.
Autobiography collaboration by Dr. Joan Leland and Dr. Amadeus Arkham.
"Now the best part is the inside." He said opening it up he did slow turns of the pages, but being a quick reader she was able to recognize her own words.
"They've been stealing my research, and session notes." Harley stated picking up her breath getting angry.
"Harleen honey, a patients research is public record for all doctors of the asylum." Arkham said in all seriousness.
"As for the EST, your still way to inexperienced to understand how important it is for the criminally insane." He said looking at her.
"Don't worry, you will learn I promise, and the money I earn form the book can take care of us for the rest of our lives so you will still get compensation for your research with him, we will live a good life I swear it." He said as if talking to a child.
"Not anymore. Mr. J Take it off." She said her voice dripping with malice as she held up her left hand as much as she could.
Joker was more then happy to slip the offensive piece of jewelry off of her finger, he then dropped it and quickly shot a bullet shattering the diamond.
"Harleen your not thinking clearly. But I promise you're gonna be fine." Arkham tried to reason but Joker interrupted.
"Yes Harley, you are gonna be fine." Joker said drawing out his words.
"Dr. Leland. you've been quite silent do you have anything to say?" Joker asked with his smile looking down on her.
"I don't regret anything, I agreed with Arkham that she couldn't handle you and we were right, she doesn't deserve such a dangerous patient as you." She stated with pride.
She tried to be quick in cutting her restraints, then went for the attack ready to plunge fher knife but he was faster in pulling out a gun that looked very familiar.
He swiftly pulled the trigger and she stopped mid motion as her carotid artery began to bleed out, she held her hand to it as she fell over.
"Doesn't deserve me does she? And I suppose that you do? You deserve a promotion why should Harleen get everything? She gets his ring, the patient and the recognition of helping a very famous criminal. And what does poor little Joan get?" Joker asked rhetorically pointing his gun at her again.
"A love child that she was forced to get rid of?" He emphasized looking back at Harley to see her face change expressions; the betrayal on her face was like candy to his soul.
He pulled the trigger and shot her forehead, blood dribbled form the bullet wound in her forehead as Joan stilled lifeless.
"Thank you for this by the way." Joker said smiling as he licked the chamber making Harleen unconsciously wet as she remembered where it was when she brought it in.
But she hardly noticed as Arkham screamed at her.
"What? You gave him a gun?" He shouted in disbelief.
"Oh don't be too upset, she tried to make it unusable, but she didn't know that I can fix or build any gun." He said slipping the gun back in its hiding spot.
Harleen breathed heavily as she watched Joker work.
"Now Arkham what shall we do with you?" Joker asked rhetorically.
"Do what you want freak. But don't hurt Harleen, I love her too much." Arkham pleaded.
"Wrong. You don't love her, your just obsessed with her." Joker said with anger seething through his voice as he talked. Or it could also be jealousy since he talked like that every time he talked about Harley but he didn't know why.
Joker walked over to the unmasked man.
"You have it Frost?" He asked him while holding out his hand for what ever he was wanting.
He didn't say anything he just placed a patient file in joker's hand; he gave him a thankful smile and lifted it up so that everyone in the room can see it.
"NO. How did you get that?" Arkham asked with great struggle against the goon that held him still.
"Same place I found your book." Joker replied as he swiped the manuscript from her lap and let the file drop in its place.
The name on the file stood out to Harley as she read it.
Quinzel, Harleen
"What is this?" She asked as frustration began to boil.
Joker leaned up against the stretcher then opened the file, "This is your patient file, when you were admitted here on your 10th birthday for talking to the voices in your head." He said smiling as he loosened one of her arm restraints just so that she had enough room to flip through the pages but not enough to escape the other restraints.
Harley began to read her file.
"Harleen please. You don't need to see that." Arkham pleaded, but she easily ignored him.
"Oh I think she does Doc." Joker smiled in his crazed way.
Once she finished reading it she flung the file across the room then slumped against the stretcher, anger was boiling in her every pore.
"Didn't like the homework, Harley?" Joker asked coking his smile to her.
"I finished and no I didn't." She said with her voice dripping with malice and almost to the brink of tears.
"Harleen please, I'm sorry I didn't tell you but I promise I will take care of you. Please forgive me." Arkham pleaded.
"Do you honestly think I'd let you anywhere near me after this?" She asked in malicious accusation.
"Agreed." Joker stated before roughly setting Harley's stretcher into a laying position as the man called Frost retightened her arm restraint.
"Time to punish Arkham by taking away what he loves most." He said standing behind Harley's head again.
"Do your worst. I can take it." She said looking up at him.
"Wait, what're you gonna do?" Arkham asked worriedly.
"I'm gonna give her back what she deserves after it was taken from her so long ago." He said placing his hands on her head and giving her temples a light massage with his thumbs.
She looked up at him "And what would that be?"
He leaned over so that his eyes were right over hers.
"Your freedom." He said tenderly but with his signature smile just as he pulled out a leather belt and snapped it very roughly making a lot of people jump.
He held it over her mouth and she gladly opened to bite down on it.
Arkham fought and screamed as he saw Mr. J turn the power up to full voltage, everything happened in slow motion to Harley as she saw his pasty chest right above her line of sight.
Then as he descended back down on her with the sizzling electro pads she was glad he would be her last vision.
His silver insane smile glistened as she felt the pads presto her temples, she saw colors flash she saw him say a few things but didn't understand what they were, he cocked his head a few times, pointed to his own temples as he smiled at her.
She heard music while watching her clown prince dance in front of her eyes, as she slowly fell asleep, feeling the electro waves rolling through was like feeling the worst orgasm ever though very powerful but was very painful.
Joker held the pads to her temples for a about 5 minutes, he danced and sung to her as he watched her body occasionally twitch but watching her convulse when he started almost got him off but he was quick to calm himself.
He removed the pads and watched as her eyes darted her brain now scrambled and completely free.
"You feeling better Harley?" He asked.
"You feel it in your brain?" He said pointing to his own temples as his green locks fell to the side.
She didn't answer him so he just stood up and stretched feeling as though he had the best sex in the world then sighed with a good exhale feeling a great weight lifted off of his chest.
"Time to go." He said walking away.
Frost came up and laid Mr. J's purple alligator coat over his shoulders then pulled out his gun and pointed it to Harley's head.
Joker was almost out the door when he stopped and sighed. "Frost." He growled.
They all paused as Joker was growing irritated by the fast beating in his chest.
"Let her live. I want her to enjoy her freedom." He growled in great frustration making his goons backup in fear.
"Yes, sir. What about the good doctor? He seems awfully quiet." Frost said bringing his gun down to his side.
Joker looked over to the Doc he had a look that said, 'I can fix her.' Which pissed off the Joker, so he decided to have even more fun.
"Get him up." He said removing his coat again then going over to Harley.
She was asleep when he began to remove her restraints then he gently picked her up, he looked at her ethereal beauty as she laid against his chest.
"Put him on the gurney. I will be back." He said not looking at them but just watching her, he barely registered Arkhams screams as he walked out of the room.
Joker carried Harley down hall after hall stepping over dead bodies careful not to drop her.
He arrived at her office and looked at the glass covered couch, so he looked at her again and unceremoniously dropped her on the glass covered carpet, now she looked like she had been there the whole time.
Joker stalked with speed back to the therapy room and watched as Arkham struggled in the gurney while his goons just stood around.
"Now, doc since you're the one of the few people that knew what happened here its probably best that you keep your mouth shut. Don't you think so boys?" He asked, they all nodded and laughed.
This time Joker didn't even bother to put the belt in his mouth but instead he connected 2 EST machines up together then connected the wires up to defibrillator paddles.
He turned them both up high and smashed them to his temples, though they weren't on just yet so he could use duct tape to wrap around his head to keep the paddles in place.
Once they were he turned both machines on at the same time and grinned his large wicked grin as his grill glittered in the pretty flashing lights, and watching Arkhams body thrash around was an absolute joy to Joker.