Mad Love

Part 8~ The WorkLoad

With every step I took my hearts determination only grew stronger. I will get the Joker as a patient. I will fix him. I will not be afraid of him. I will fix him. As I approach Dr.Leland's door my determination shrivels like a plastic bag with no air. I thought I could do this so why am I scared? She had to be the most blunt, arrogant, and rude employee supervisor ever. Yet somehow she was supposed to be my superior. I knock lightly and wait for an answer. About a minute later a short woman with short black hair kept out of her face with a headband answers the door.
"Well if it isn't Dr.Quinnzel"
She draws my name out for the effect that she despises me. I wouldn't blame her if I were her I would want to be anyone else besides me.
"To what do I owe the pleasure golden girl"
She used my nickname around the office like it's a curse she can magically cast to make me go away. Well guess what Hun this isn't a fairytale it's real life and she won't treat me like this. Something in me can't snap back at her. Like a feeling in my head that it's not right.
"I would like to file a request for the Joker to be my patient"
Her eyes widen with curiosity, but then darken with her knowing.
"Sure sure darling. I would love to see you torn apart by a mad clown"
She rolls her eyes, but gets a call. She puts it on speaker phone and I realise the voice is Dr.Arkham.
"Leland get downstairs now. Joker used his way of asking for things to ask for her again. Bring her down I believe we will need her this time. It's more serious"
In the background all I hear is maniacal laughter and his voice asking us 'where is she?'
The last sentence he said left me reeling. Who does he want?
Leland rushes out the door and I just stand there amazed and confused. It was a wonderful feeling until Dr.Leland realised I wasn't behind her and gripped my arm with such strength it would put a bulldozer to shame. I kept asking her what was going on, but she keeps ignoring me. I decide to give up and we run-well more like she runs I get dragged-down to the basement level where we keep all the more "at risk" patients. And by at risk they mean "unfixable" patients. Leland mumbles to herself as she fumbles with her key card attached to her lanyard. We all have one, but not all of us can access these levels the computer makes sure of that. We enter a poorly lit room with a giant glass pane on one wall facing a certain inmate I can't keep from snaking his way into my thoughts. Like a song on the radio you hate, but won't stop playing. Dr.Arkham and a dozen cops are inside the room and there is a solid steel door on the wall.
"What is the meaning of this!"
I shout finally fed up with being in the dark. That seemed to grab everyone's attention and Dr.Arkham just points to the glass. I didn't get a good look at him as I walked in, but now he has my full attention. The walls of his cell are painted in blood with the same question. 'Where is my Harley Quinn?'
Who is Harley Quinn?
"Who is Harley Quinn, and why does he want her?" I ask and Dr.Arkham sighs rubbing his temples. I look closer and see the dead body of the two doctors I had befriended here. Dr.Crane and Dr.Chemical. The two best doctors we had here. His name had always given me the creeps.
"Harleen we are sending you in"
I just stand there letting the information sink in. I'm going in with the psychopathic clown....WAIT WHAT!