Harleen's P.O.V
I traveled down the dimly lit white hallways of the Asylum, my heels click-clacking over tile. I heard the cries and shouts of many who need help, who are trapped here... But they are here for a reason. I must never forget that.
The Joker's room is bright, and he is strapped into a straight jacket, per my requests. As I enter his room, he peers up at me from a pale white face, his green hair spiking up. I almost feel sorry for this man, but then he smiles his sinister grin, which hardens my heart and chills my soul.
"Hello Mr. Joker."
"You can call me Mr. Jay Harley."
His shortening my name catches me off guard, and he seems to notice, his grin growing wider. I stiffen in my chair, my face becoming a hard mask. "I shall ask that you call me nothing but Dr. Quinzel. Now, why are you here? Tell me of your past." The Joker chuckles, a deep, throaty sound, and he looks up at me.
"My goal in life is to kill Batman." He tells me, and I write this down on my notepad. "Why do you wish to kill him?" I Inquire, trying to probe deeper into his mind. He laughs, and continues laughing until it is far too much for me to take, and I leave the room in distress.
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My Puddin'(Completed)
FanfictionThis is the story of Harleen Quinzel, starting from when she began working for Arkham Asylum, where she met her one true love.. Joker. This love could end her career, but when she breaks him out, will he continue being the sweet, kind, lover he was?
