How does a sane person become insane? It's not as hard as you would think. You take the things that matter most to them away, you let them have control of others, and you leave them alone to let them slowly unwind. That's exactly what I did to Harleen Quinzel. By the way I'm uh hacking this chapter from the narrator.
Many people think I'm crazy. I'm not; I simply see the world as it really is. I don't pretend that everyone loves each other and that peace is the best option. I also can see right through people's pretty exteriors and into their chaotic souls. Some people are bombs waiting to go off. Harleen was one of those people. In fact, she's almost exactly like me. It's a shame that they end up throwing all of the visionaries and thinkers into Arkham. It's okay, I don't mind it much. The food isn't great but at least I can see Poison Ivy from my cell. Harleen's going to come for me anyways. It's a matter of days maybe even hours before she goes off. By the way Merry Late Christmas. Sorry I couldn't give you a gift as good as Harleen's, but maybe reading this book will give you the same result. I'm sure you're all wondering what she's doing right now. I sure am. I'll hand the story back off to the narrator (I only knocked them out). Enjoy the rest of the story and remember to wish Harleen good luck!
-Your favorite clown
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Brink of Madness
FanfictionHarleen was just a psych student. Andrew was a broken record. When Andrew stumbles upon Harleen, he becomes deeply obsessed with her. As her love grows for him, Andrew decides that the best way to get money in Gotham is to join a gang. Little does h...
