Bits and Pieces//Harley and Joker

Shock (Part 1)

"Is this really necessary? Are you sure there isn't some other type of therapy?"

"Doctor Quinzel, Joker hasn't made progress in months. This is the only solution–if there even is a solution to him."

Harleen Quinzel cursed Doctor Arkham in her head. God, J was going to hate her. She was certain. And the worst thing was, she, as a doctor, has to stand there and 'observe' the therapy session. No, it wasn't even therapy. She had to watch J go through hell.

"It's better that you watch, Harleen," Doctor Arkham had said. "Trust me, you will see changes in him, right before your eyes."

She would rather go under the shocks than watch him. Harleen would go that far, because she was already so deep into the Joker's trap of love.

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Joker shot daggers at Harleen as he was rolled, in his restraint chair, down to the therapy room. She tried to avoid his glare as she walked next to him but he wouldn't dare take his eyes off her. He thought that Harleen had 'okay'ed this type of therapy. But he was wrong. Harleen could only numbly nod her head in agreement because the man in charge of this facility was obviously in higher power. 

When they got to the room, the staff set him down on the chair and locked the cuffs on his hands, ankles, and across his chest. The chair was meant to hold people much bigger than him, so he didn't even bother to fight them.

"Who do you think I am, huh, Doc? You think this will fix me?" J muttered, still glowering at her as the staff hurriedly walked out of the cold room and left the doctor and her patient alone. Shortly, the medic would come in to proceed the treatment.

Harleen could feel her eyes water, and she looked away, crossing her arms. What could she possibly say? She couldn't apologize, that won't change anything. She felt horrible. She had feelings for him–for this insane monster. But that's not how she saw him. She saw him as an angel in disguise, someone who can completely change her and bring out her true colors.

"J, this isn't me. It's not my decision to make!" Her voice was shaky, brows knitted, as she looked at him. His jaw clenched and his eyes were black with rage. A few strands of his green hair had fallen out of place and just in front of his blue eyes, which made him all the more attractive, even in his state at the moment.

"You have a voice, Harleen. You can say your goddamn opinion on this!"

"It's not like they'll listen to me!" Her voice was rising along with his.

"Then MAKE them listen!" He barked back, "Do you know what you're fucking capable of, Harleen? Stop hiding!"

Before Harleen could even process his words, the medic came in. A bald man wearing a white lab coat, with no expression on his face, walked behind the Joker's chair and turned on the machine, the buzz of the electricity filling their ears. Without a word, he took out a special gel and rubbed it onto J's temples. J continued to stare angrily at Harleen, locking eyes with her for a moment just before the medic picked up the electrodes. Even through his outraged emotions, he was pleading silently, hoping with all his dark soul that Harleen could just shoot the medic or Doctor Arkham, and get him out of this hell hole. Hoping that maybe she would be different than all the other idiot doctors that he's had give him this therapy. Harley Quinn would've done that.

Once I change her, she'll have no second thoughts. She won't worry about how society will think of her. Her actions will speak louder than words.