Suicide Squad: Secrets Of The Asylum

Kiss Me...

AUTHORS NOTE
{Sorry this chapter is so long 😂 I hope you guys will enjoy it! Also the next chapter is going to be wild, let's just say that 😏}
[HINT: words in this font = thoughts in head/mind]
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My name is Dr. Harleen Quinzel, patient [##], names Joker or mister J.

Today was me and my patients 6 month anniversary sense the day I met with him. Half a year. I call him mister J, Joker of course...and a weird name...

Hesitating...

puddin...At least of what he told me. As the sessions go by I noticed he started calling me Harley...Harley Quinn to be exact. When he did, the whole room turned awkward. Not like it wasn't enough...

Pausing and contemplating in my mind.

Two different people completely in love...At least I hope he liked me back. I kept telling him that wasn't my name. I don't know why he didn't stop. We just started calling ourselves nicknames so I'll just assume that was why.

My hand reaches over to the red button on the recorder to stop it.

I start writing more information down on the Jokers report. So if he ever gets out he has the info...

sighs...

Probably to get back in anyways...

Putting my right hand on my chin, elbow touching the table, and my left hand banging the pen on the table.

Sometimes I worry if my job is really worth it...I mean there all going to just get out someday (which is great!) but then probably end up getting back in or even dying here. Which sadly is common. To one known to the bad treatment their all in. Trust me, I've seen horrible things I hope to forget.

My heart starts tingling of hurt.

I can't think of that. Specially of the Joker. To see him sad was the worst thing in the universe. To see him hurt. Worse then world disasters, life or even death. I would never want to see him cry. Just like last week he did. I didn't go home. I stayed in his cage patting his soft green hair well he was laying on my lap after everyone was gone...I cared about him. Maybe he did feel the same. Anyways if he did, he would have to keep it a secret everywhere. He's in this terrible place 24/7. Well I get to go home. The therapy sessions were even recorded for security and progress reasons for the patients. Specially the dangerous ones like Joker...

It was almost time for another therapy session with Joker.

After 6 months of progress the doctors were letting me go to his cage by myself. He grew trust. Not just to anyone. Me. Just me. Looking at the other files, Joker hated the other doctors. He tried to attack them. Which is uncommon for him. He didn't have a straight jacket on. Just one hand cuff that was to the tables leg. Maybe he was jealous...

I laugh, shaking my head no.

Why would he be? In all people, I'm just a ordinary girl that worked for the insane. I never hardly complained about the other doctors here...I never understood why he supposedly liked me. But I liked him so maybe it wasn't that different.

The time has passed. I started walking out of my 'office' room. Staring at the ground, walking down the hall. The patients crawling their hands out of the bars and staring at me with their blank clear eyes. Doctors were taking them to get their meds, going to therapy sessions, or even getting torture as for Electroconvulsive therapy (ECT) or clanging them to scraped in beds that would restrain them. The two common ways of torture.

I finally make it to the Jokers cell.

I hear my heels click on the cold hard floor. I look in Joker's cell frantically, Looking confused. He wasn't there...

Suddenly behind me I hear footsteps. I turn around and someone knocks me out! Everything blurs for a couple seconds leaving me not passed out.

I start trying to open my eyes. Someone was dragging me on the floor. What looks like it, I ended up in a place somewhere in the Asylum as I had this place recognized from the start. I believe it was the Electroconvulsive therapy room. (Electric Shock Therapy - ECT)

I start looking around as my eyes start to blur more.

I wake up to the sight of a man looking down at me laughing. Seeing if I was awake.

I started getting scared of I didn't know who it was. I tried shaking my body to find out I was in a straight jacket. The most popular easy restraint. The patients arms folded, looking like they were giving them a hug. It wasn't cute. It did feel uncontrollably uncomfortable if they were in it too long. But it was the easiest for security reasons.

As of what I could see, the man started pacing back in fourth until he noticed I was starting to wake up. He stopped right above me, looking down.

[UNKNOWN MAN]

"Dr...Quinzel?"

His voice was longer then usual to most patients, his smile, and muscular body...

Next thing I knew he started getting closer to me. Sense I was still dizzy and confused, it looked claustrophobically close to my face. Even some anxiety came as I never in my life wore a straight jacket. As he got closer, I could see his green hair and dark red lips.

"Mister...J?"

I whispered, Completely out of it.

He smiled with no teeth, his red lips stretching across his skinny face.

"That's right my dear"

His voice and smile was sweet as before he even verified I was correct, I knew it was him. No other patient would fall in love with me but him.

As I mentioned he was hanging over me, now about 3 inches [7.62 CM] almost touching noses. Maybe it was farther away because my eyes were still blurry but I could see him pretty perfectly.

He dropped his smile to a blank face. I could hear and feel his heart beating faster. Honestly if anything happened in this moment I wouldn't care. As long as I was with him. That be saying a lot in a crazy place like this almost passed out.

His eyes got bigger as he found out my vision was getting almost back to normal. Right in a second, he laid his nose on the side of mine [eyes closed] When he started regretting of what he was going to do he opened them back up. Whatever he was going to do, getting this close to a doctor would be harassment against the patients will.

As of what I think, he gained bravery, and closed his eyes again going past my nose. Gentler then ever he placed his soft lips on mine.

Sense the day I meant him, 6 months ago, he finally showed affection.

He finally kissed me.

I couldn't help but moan and bite his lips as he did the same. I couldn't touch or hold on to him in anyways like on his chin because of the straight jacket.

My vision, surprisingly, cleared up and all I wanted to do was be locked in his lips forever.