Mad Love

Chapter 23

Man, Frannie wasn't kidding when she said that Officer Gordan was gonna find a way to make me talk, all of this evidence was just thrown at me and I didn't even get a chance to plead 'not guilty'.
"I have a few questions for you miss Quinn. Do you know who Selina West is?" Officer Gordan still had more?
"No?" I didn't know if there was a wrong answer or WHAT I should answer for that matter.
"So you've never seen this brown satchel containing a black dress, clown makeup and red spray paint before?"
"No?"
"Don't you think it's a little odd that Selina was bringing clown makeup and red spray paint to a fundraiser?"
"No?"
"Also, Bruce Wayne noticed that Selina started acting strange after hearing about Judge Castillo's case with the suicidal lawyer just before she disappeared and the attack began. You happened to kill Judge Castillo just moments after Selina acted strange around him. Do you see the connection here?"
"No, not really."
"Look miss Quinn-"
"Harley."
"Harley... I need you to cooperate with me. We're going to be here for a long time if you don't."
"So? I'm probably gonna be here for a long time anyway. May as well spend it like this."
Officer Gordan was obviously getting frustrated.
"Look, Harley. I've tried to be nice and dance around the actual question I need answered but that's clearly not working right now so I'll just ask you this one simple question. Where is the Joker?"
"How should I know?"
"Because your his new 'partner in crime'! Because you've committed murder! Because your dressed up like a clown!"
"Was."
"Was what!?"
"I WAS dressed up like a clown, but I'm clearly not anymore."
Gordan rubbed his forehead tiredly. I fought the urge to laugh at his dismay, he wasn't going to get any information from me and I would try my best to keep it that way. The commissioner ruffled through his papers again and suddenly stopped and smirked. Uh oh.
"So Harley, can you tell me a story? I'm sure the Joker has told it to you hundreds of times after you met him for the first time. It's called, how did Joker manage to escape from Arkham in the first place."
If Gordan was going down the path I thought he was going, he's gonna find out who I am, my true name, everything!
"Unfortunately the Joker doesn't tell me all of his secrets." I replied, trying to keep my cool.
"Hmm. Well it says here that a few months ago an intern phycologist named Harleen Quinzel checked in and was assigned to the Joker for therapy sessions. A few months later the intern was driven mad about her brother, WHO WAS A LAWYER who had killed himself over a lost case. The intern decided to release all of the prisoners from the Asylum including the Joker and hasn't been seen since." He looked up at me studying my face for any signs of worry or upset but I kept my face blank despite the anxiety I was feeling. "These are some pretty coincidental occurrences aren't they? The Phycologist's name was Harleen Quinzel, her brother was a suicidal lawyer, SHE RELEASED ALL OF THE PRISONERS FROM ARKHAM! The joker being one of them!"
"Who wrote that information about that phycologist?" I asked in a near whisper.
"Frannie and some other Intern who still works here named Jessica."
I remembered Jessica, she was the only true friend I had made in a long time. I had betrayed her and felt very little guilt. She still works here? I would love to see her again, maybe even talk to her. She probably hates me though.
"I believe our time is up, I-"
"How do you know that that information is accurate?" I interrupted Gordan because he knew way to much about me, I needed to make him doubtful.
"Of course it's accurate, Jessica witnessed the whole thing and Frannie claims to have as well."
"Wasn't there security footage?" I knew that Frannie hadn't been there and that not all of the security cameras were operating at the time.
"No, not all of the... Um, cameras were operating at the time." Gordan looked confused.
"And are you sure that I'm Harleen Quinzel, the crazy phycologist?! I mean come on, firstly the name Harleen Quinzel is stupid and weird. If I got stuck with a name like that I would've gone crazy a long time ago. And for your inf'mation, Harlequin was a kind of clown back in the 1600's which is why my name's Harley Quinn."
I could tell I had stopped Gordan in his tracks, but he called for guards to stand outside of the room on his walkie-talkie as he un-chained me from the desk and then removed my hand cuffs. He then exited the room without another word.
I walked back to my new and probably super uncomfortable bed and lied down, staring at the ceiling. I wondered if the joker even noticed I was gone, or even cared to help me get the hell outa here.

The next day after an early wakeup call, I was escorted to a 'cafeteria' where everyone stayed as far away from me as possible. It was either out of fear or they were intimidated by the 4 officers who were standing behind me and in front of me while I ate some disgusting breakfast they brought. Every in the room stared at me. I flashed a creepy smile to whoever looked my way and they immediately looked away. I gave out a small laugh as I did this and the guards all noticed and looked at me.
"Lighten up will ya? Sheesh I'm not hurtin anyone!" I finished my food seconds later, was put back in handcuffs, and brought back to my cell.
"Wait! Before you put me back in there, can I have some chalk or somethin? It's so boring!" I whined. They brought me inside anyway and chained my handcuffs to the desk once again which meant that I was gonna get visited by someone.
"Ooh! Yay I get a visitor, is my ol' pal Gordy gonna come out and play or is it someone new?" The guards rolled there eyes at my question. Just then Gordan entered, followed by... Batman!?