Harley Quinn X Reader Oneshots

Lose it.

Request done by; @CrazyKat1419!

Hope you enjoy!

(May be slight spoilers - nothing too major, probably has nothing to do with most of suicide squad.)
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Belle Reve, the most psychotic prison in America.

And you, (Y/N) (L/N), chose to work there, as a 'therapist' of sorts.

It was a rainy Saturday, and you were just walking around the premises since Waller had no business for you to do yet.

'(Y/N) (L/N), please report to Mrs. Wallers office immediately, thank you.'

Speak of the devil and she shall appear.

Rushing to her workspace, you wondered what she was planning. Could it be the new inmate you had received? The one that Batman had brought in?

Once you reached the door, you knocked 3 times and waited for a response.

"Come in." Sounded a stern voice.

You opened the door and sat in a chair in front of Amanda's desk.

"You wanted to see me?" You asked.

"Yes, I want you to see Ms. Harleen Quinzel, see if you can talk to her." Amanda responded.

"The crazy one Batman brought in?"

"Yes, do you have a problem with it?"

"No, ma'am."

"Good. You start tomorrow. Go home and prepare yourself, Ms. (L/N)."

As you exited the office, you heard the laughter of the psychotic girl herself, Harley Quinn.

••••TIMESKIP••••

You shakily walked the halls of the prison. You were a little on edge from over thinking the whole session last night.

Taking one deep breath, you walked further towards the doors of Harley's cell.

Receiving quite a few strange looks, you approached the officer who was standing guard in front of the door.

"Open, please." You asked.

"Are you crazy? This is the most-" he started, but you cut him off.

"I have special orders from Waller. Open, please." You never liked this guy, he had an ego bigger than the world.

Shaking his head, he finally opened said door and you stepped in.

Harley sat in the middle of her cell - but it looked more like a cage. She stared at you like you had 3 heads, while you circled the cell.

"Hello, Ms. Quinzel." You said. You were a little scared of what she might pull if you called her anything else.

"You can call me Harley, Missy. I won't bite." She murmured, grinning.

"Alright, Harley. I'm (Y/N), and I came here to talk to you." You smiled softly, and crouched down beside her holding cell.

"Watcha' wanna talk about Missy?" She said, not using your name, but moving closer towards you.

"Well, let's get to know each other first. I am (Y/N) (L/N), born in (Country of Origin), I am 21, and I have worked here for 1 year."

"Coolio! I am Harley Quinn, born in America, I am 23 and I have been here for 2 weeks!"

You smiled at her enthusiasm. Maybe this wasn't going to be too bad.

••••Skipping of Time••••