A/N I finally have a trailer for this book. My good friend _AlexanderHamilton_ made this for me and sent it to my other friend _Angelica_Schuyler_ to post on YouTube. I hope you guys like it!!!!
--Harleen's P.O.V--
"Dr. Quinzel, please report to the head office. Dr. Quinzel, please report to the head office."
I looked up from my files and sighed exasperatedly. If they kept bothering me and calling me up during my working time I'll never uncover the Mr- the Joker's secrets. I've been at it for months now, so I'd like to think I've done some progress. He's relentless and stubborn, something most of my patients here at Arkham aren't. In fact, I've become friends with some of them, Ivy for example. Instead of helping to 'cure' her, I talk with her just like life long friends would, no secrets between us at all, unlike Mr. J. There was something about him I couldn't explain. He was mysterious, secretive, compulsive....compelling. The strange vibes radiating off him attracted me like a moth to a flame. I knew that getting too close to him would burn me, but my stupid human-curiosity always pushed me further.
My black high heels clicked eerily against the off-white tile as I quickly made my way to the head office. The inmates were wolf-whistling at me, hoping to get a fast release and be able to go to sleep satisfied knowing that they had just fucked one of the psychiatrists. I clenched my robes closer to me and pulled my tight black pencil skirt lower to--hopefully--prevent tomorrow's talk solemnly revolving around me and how much of a 'whore' I am. The workers would do anything to get me fired, only because they know that I'm the only one who actually gives a shit about the patients.
"Hello Dr. Quinzel." A large man was sitting lazily behind his birch wood desk which had files and loose papers scattered all over it.
"Mr. Sharp."
Mr. Sharp cleared his voice and began to speak, "I've heard--rumors--that you're quite close to, uh, fixing patient 14778, so I decided to take remove the rest of the inmates from your schedule and leave only patient 14778. I'm praying that this helps cure him so he could get out of here as fast as possible. You may leave."
Not bothering to argue, my ass left the office and ran towards Ivy's cell.
"Let me in." I said gravely. The guard just shrugged and simply unlocked the door, no intent to open it for me or step away to let me go in. "Wow. Such a gentleman really." I responded sarcastically as I entered the small room.
A red headed woman clothed in vines and plants sat with her back facing mine. She was carefully petting the rather big leaf that was hanging from her ceiling. Sensing my presence, Ivy turned and smiled broadly when she saw me. "Harleen? I thought we didn't have our daily session until 6:00, it's 3:54."
"That's what I wanted to talk about Ivy. They removed you and the rest of the inmates from my schedule, leaving Mistah J as my sole patient." I explained, letting my Brooklyn accent roam freely in my voice box, "This means I won't see you until I 'fix' Mistah J."
Ivy smiled compassionately and walked over to give me a hug. Her breath tickled my sensitive neck and caused my neck hairs to move around. She whispered in my ear, "Well then, you better cure him quick."
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ABOUT THREE WEEKS LATER
"I need a machine gun." Growled Mistah J. I think I've made much more progress, he's definitely not as stubborn or murderous anymore.
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FanfictionShe used to be sane, they both did. But now they kill for fun. He found her locked up in a prison and took her for himself. They said that once you win her over, she'll be hopelessly devoted to you. Merciless, psychopathic, and clinically insane.
