Monsters Inside Us (Winter Soldier)

Patient #3227

Patient #3227

Assigned Doctor: Dr. Robertson

Patient's Name: Quinzel, Jess Lynn; "Jester"

Patient's Age: 16

Parents: Quinzel, Harleen; "Harley Quin"

(unknown), "Jack"; "Joker"

      Patient was brought to us at the age of six years old when parents were both captured. Both parents were brought to Arkham Asylum, and due to no known documents, the child was brought with them. After much debate with the state government, it was decided that the child would remain at Arkham Asylum. Despite obvious concerns, without proper diagnosis of the child, it was deemed to be too "high risk" to simply place her into the foster system. These assumptions were brought to life by the mere fact of living strictly with parents who's mental states make them unsuitable parents.

      During the first week, it became clear that the child was not properly taken care of and not properly socialized. Evidence suggest, and undoubtedly prove, child neglect and physical abuse. The most obvious evidence seems to be a scar stretching from the corner of her mouth to about mid-cheek...Possibly the Joker's attempt to replicate his scars on his child? His way of making his legacy...someone to continue his chaos? Minor scars and scratches were also found throughout her body.

     Further testing shows that she has become "de-synthetized" to certain situations deemed unsuitable for most adults. Some times, she seemed to be accustom to seeing vulgar images. This became apparent when going through her drawings. While she showed typical drawings of a girl her age would draw, she drew out grotesque images that featured her parents. Some of these drawings almost completely matched crime scenes caused by the parents as well. Despite this discovery, the patient shows high intelligence and basic socialization skills. She seems to have acclimated to us and the surroundings.

      As of recent observations, the patient has graduated at a high school level a few years early. She has shown no signs of aggression and tends to keep to herself when it comes to conversing with the staff. From what we have seen, she freely talks with those in the Asylum almost as if she trusted them more. But the staff tend to treat her as if she was the criminal her parents became, giving her good reason to shy away from them. She's come a long way; but I'm happy to say that integrating her into society is a great possibility in her future. I will have to talk with the staff about treating her like a person, not the Joker. Will continue to document her progress.

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      I remember meeting with Dr. Robert that day. It was the usual weekly session to assess how I was doing mentally and for him to update his report of me for the state. It was my sixteenth birthday too! Usually that day, I'd get a cupcake with a candle and be able to visit with my parents. I knew they were both crazy but they were my parents. While they'd ramble about the injustice in the world and how the "chaos would make people wake up", I still wanted to see them. Even I had to admit that it was terrifying, knowing that they were merciless killers who'd love nothing more than to make the streets run red. Even more terrifying to know that I could become them. My father always said that insanity was like gravity...all you need is just one, little push.

      But I didn't get to see my parents that day. While the guards were escorting me down the hall to go visit, a hand covered my mouth and the two guards lifted me up. Within just a few seconds I was thrown into the back of a van, on my way to some place that I had no idea about. The only thing I knew was that the guards were paid to bring someone to a mystery buyer...and I was the lucky one. After being tossed from one van, to another, to a plane, I was finally where I was supposed to be. Wherever the hell I was, it was cold...nothing but snow covered mountains with no sign of civilization in sight. The first thing that caught my eye was a symbol of a school, with what looked to be snakes stretching out from behind it. I had been traded over to some group called "Hydra" and they were running a tight shift here. Everywhere I looked, there was labs, weapons, troops, and people fighting in various rooms. There were two types of people here: lab coats and troops; and they all looked alike. Except for one.

      The man wore black cargo pants, a leather vest, and a black mask covering the lower half of his face. His eyes were covered with what looked to be a black paint of some sort, enhancing his blue eyes that seemed to glow. He had various guns and knives strapped to him but what caught my eye was the metal arm he had. It seemed so life like and moved with a natural motion unlike most prosthetics I've seen. For a split second, his eyes bore into mine, showing nothing but a coldness like the snow outside. Our eye contact was broken when I was taken to a lab, having a bunch of lab coats look me over from head to toe.

      "She's perfect."

      Perfect...not in the way most girls wish to be deemed. I was perfect for whatever they had planned for me. After a bunch of blood work, testing, and all that jazz, I was strapped into a chair. The lab coats hooked me up to monitors and an IV, bringing out a two pouches of a blue liquid. The bags of blue goo were connected to the IV in my arm and soon, the liquid was being pumped into my blood. It started off with a cool sensation but was replaced with a burning that seemed to consume my entire body. The all just stood as I screamed out, saying things about training and being an asset.

      And that's exactly what happened. The day after, I didn't even have to time notice the physical changes it had on my body. I was sent straight into training, training to become a killing machine...just like my parents. Just like how everyone expected me to become. The days were spent learning four different fighting styles, learning to fight with knives, working with weapons, survival techniques, language classes. The smallest mistake was met with an electric shock, their form of discipline. The worse the mistake, the worse the shock would be. This routine repeated daily for years with no change. But there were days when I would cross paths of the man with the silver arm, his guys just as piercing as the one before. He'd leave and come back to disappear within the building for weeks on end.

      But now I was twenty one years old, following the same routine that I had been for that past six years. They finally trusted me enough to explain my role here. Become an asset, do what I'm told, and nothing else. Low and behold, today just so happened to be my twenty first birthday. The lab coats had explained to me that today was the next "phase" in my training, though I'm not sure exactly what they had meant by that. When I stepped into the sparring gym, it became very clear what they had meant. Standing across the room, was the Winter Soldier himself, his mask still covering his face, and his clothes had been downgraded to workout gear.

      "You are to be trained by the Winter Soldier," said a grubby, little man with beady eyes, "You are to become partners. And soon, you two will shape the world as we know it."

      My eyes went back to the Soldier, his blue eyes boring into mine with no mercy. It felt as though he was looking straight into my soul. One of the troops barked out an order, signaling for us to start training. The Soldier wasted no time in charging me, making it obvious that his skills were far more advanced than my own. We were both super soldiers. We were both animals in a cage, being trained to obey and follow the command of our masters. We were the Assets...seen as nothing but monsters who's fates are sealed.

      But I didn't want this...this wasn't my plan. I'm determined to change my fate; but for now, I'd be the monster they always wanted me to be.

      This is our story.

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