Harlivy love story

No Escape From Your Mind...

Hi! Sorry or the slow AF updates, my cousins were around, and they demanded that every fiber of my being be focused on playing with them  ._.

Anyway, where was I? Oh yes, I'll try to update faster in the future, but for the meanwhile, here is chapter 4! Instead of lines breaks, I'll be using HQPI. 

Dr Harleen Quinzel's POV

I wasn't interested in going to lunch. I didn't want to be around people so soon. The idea of sitting at a table, boxed in by people who wanted to ask you who you were, what you were like, and where you came from gave me butterflies in my stomach. The main issue was, I didn't really know the answer to any of those questions.

Who was I? I didn't know. My while life I had been living behind a mask. Quiet, shy, nerdy Harleen the student? A mask. Dumb, bimbo, blonde Harley the gymnast? A mask. Mature, serious, professional Dr Quinzel the psychiatrist? A mask. Growing up, I had to wear masks. I would have been broken from a young age if I had not. I had to protect my true self from the hardships of my toxic environment during childhood. But now, thanks to that, I didn't even know who I truly was. 

And I didn't want to. Why? Because I was afraid. Afraid that if I peeled back year after year of fake, different identities, I wouldn't like what I would find. Afraid that all those years of lying to myself and others about who I was, had left me as broken and damaged as all of the patients here. That one trigger word or action could tip me over the edge. I had to stay hidden. For everyone's sake.

As for where I came from...

My thoughts were violently abrupt-ed as alarms bell began to ring. I vaguely remembered the classes I had took on alarms. It wasn't fire, or tornado, or gas leak, so it had to be-

"Patient #0463 loose. All general workers to exit the building via the fire escape. All guards and security to intercept, and attempt to subdue the aforementioned patient. Patient loose. All general workers..."

The voice blared out of the intercom. Even in my sudden panic, I realized that the fire escape was right at the other end of the building. The main entrance however, was right in front of me. Running as fast as I cold I turned and to my horror, saw the missing patient. It was that attractive red head from earlier, the plant psycho, wearing a lot less clothing then before.

But instead of blushing, I did something that was either incredibly brave or incredibly stupid. Probably the latter, as she did appear to have a gun. Blocking her pathway to the entrance with my hands out in front of me I yelled "STOP!"

Which was probably the worst thing that I could have done.

Poison Ivy's POV

I had been planning this for months. Security had increased since the last time I was here, so escape was taking longer than expected. I had taken note of what time the guards switched, and how I could separate myself from the other inmates to take them out. Now, I was going to get out. Escape back to my beloved plants. I could feel them, calling me. All of my senses were tingling, as I tried to resist the urge to break out here and now. I had one chance to escape, as they would be more wary a second time. I couldn't mess this up.

Today was a Sunday, so many of the workers here were allowed the day off. More relaxed security equaled a higher chance of getting out quickly. Also, less blood would be shed. I didn't want to return to my dear nature covered in the stench of mankind.

I heard the door click open, and I scrambled back to my chair, trying not to appear suspicious. My psychiatrist, a young man in his early thirties with combed back hair and thick glasses entered the room. He appeared quite nervous, as if me threatening to track him down and kill him in his sleep after he had asked one too many questions about my love life, had somehow made him frightened.