Anything But Normal

Puddin'

Harley’s POV

The buzz from the room’s electric door woke me up from my not so deep slumber. I saw a group of guards enter along with Griggs.

“Boss is on deck! Stay alert, wait for instructions.” one of the guards shouted.

“Rise and shine Harley! Doc Leland is here for your assessment.” Griggs said as he approach my cage. When he was close enough he leaned into the cage and whispered, “You promised you will take this seriously.”

“Yes Griggsy” I whispered back, slightly annoyed that he is constantly reminding me to behave.

I saw the other guards approach my cage, carrying restraints that are enough for at least three persons. Huh! I guess I am really that scary. I saw Griggs stop them, nodding his head left to right as if he is saying “no”.

“Just hand me a pair of handcuffs, that’ll be enough.” He said as he opens his hand waiting for one of the guards to give him the handcuffs.

“Uh, are you sure boss? This wouldn’t stop her if she starts lashing out.” the guard said while shuffling his feet uncomfortably.

“Are you questioning my judgement officer? Just give me the damn handcuffs and I’ll handle this.” Griggs answered in a rather authoritative manner.

“Yes sir!” the guard answered urgently and handed them to Griggs.

“Section C, open the cage.” Griggs said through his radio.

I heard another buzz indicating that my cage is open. I have no intention in fighting them anymore, so I just waited for Griggs to cuff me. He ushered me outside, other guards flanking us. We reached one of the rooms on the upper deck.

Griggs opened the door and walked in. I followed him inside while the other guards stayed by the door.

"Just sit down, I'll be outside. Wait for Doc Leland here." He said and left me alone in the room.

I sat down on one of the chairs. I take a good look of my surrounding and noticed that this office is just like the one I had in Arkham back when I was a psychiatrist. Another wave of undefinable feeling rushed over me as memories came flooding back to me.

(Flashback: Arkham Asylum - Three months into the Joker's therapy session with Dr. Harleen Quinzel)

I am walking towards the room where Mistah J and I are having our therapy sessions, and I can't help but remember what he said to me last time.

Apparently, the guards and other  doctors here aren't treating the patients as kindly as they say. I asked Mistah J how he's holding up here and his answer startled me.

"Oh you know sweets, it's not that bad. Once you get used to the occasional beatings from the guards and crappy food... My my, the food they've been giving us here is just awful. I think even Satan's punishments are not beyond that. Hahaha!" He answered together with the hysterical laughing which I am so used to by now.

So now, here I am on my way to our session. I made sure to get some food for him since the dimwits right here have no idea what proper food is. They've been giving my poor J awful food since day one I bet. I can't help but feel loathing towards the people here.

I reached our room and entered. J is already sitting down with his straitjacket on. He looked at me and smiled that mesmerizing smile of his. I close the door behind me. Two guards stand outside the door in case anything happens.