Desire

Arkham

"Dr Quinzel? It's time", my boss told me as I nodded and walked slowly through the halls.
I had just started working as a psychiatrist at Arkham asylum when I had been given a real case.
The Clown Prince of crime.
The Joker.
As I approached his cell a grin spread across his face, eyeing me up and down. I rolled my eyes and unlocked the heavy metal door, my black heels making a sound against the tiled floors.
"Hello." I smiled and sat down in a chair across from him. "my name is Dr Harleen Quinzel".
There was something about his green hair and sick grin that intrigued me. I had always wanted to know what's it like inside the mind of a psychopath, that's why I am a psychiatrist. I was determined to crack him, even though many have tried and failed, I was certain I could do it.
"What a pretty name! Rework it a little bit and you get Harley Quinn!" He tilted his head slightly and smiled, revealing his silver grille.
"Like the clown character Harlequin. Yeah, I get that a lot" I said, moving a strand of hair from my face slowly.
"It's a name that puts a smile on my face."
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Days went by and I was slowly gaining Mr J's trust.
Everyday he would tell me something more about his past.
He  told me how his father used to abuse him heavily, and he told me about the time he cut a smile on his face.
He was just misunderstood.
He was just hurt.
He just needed love.
My poor Mr J.
I have to get him out of here.
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I had a plan.
I put on a jester black and red suit, and my hair in a jester hat.
I took my machine gun and headed to Arkham.

I barged in through the front door, shooting anyone who came in my way.
All of a sudden, a guard grabbed me by the waist. I kicked myself of the ground and over him. I quickly shot him and started running towards Mr J's cell.
He was sitting on his bed, frowning slightly, until I busted the door open.
With an amused look on his face he asked "Dr Quinzel?".
"Who's Dr Quinzel? I'm Harley Quinn!"
He laughed for a bit before I took his hand and de cuffed him. I handed him a gun and we started running through Arkham, laughing hysterically and shooting anybody who came in our way. It was a strange, unknown feeling to me, killing someone that is. It was a rush, I actually found it...fun. What was happening to me?

My thinking had been interrupted by a loud hit on the side of my head.
And then everything went black.
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Hey!
Okay so this chapter is super short I know, but I promise the next one will be longer.
I left you on a cliffhanger oops.