So I can just officially say that Harleen has cracked. She's Harley Quinn now (yay! ) but will take things slowly as she makes her plans! It's my take on Harley Quinn, but again I do not own any of the characters. This is a fictional piece written by me. All character and location references belong to DC!
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I cleaned myself up to look presentable as Harleen once more. I fixed my hair into the same neat brown bun; pushed my glasses back into my face; reapplied my lipstick.
I pulled my mini med kit out of my pocket and cleaned and bandaged my hand, reluctantly pulling out little shards of glass.
No one disturbed me, there weren't many people on this level anyway - aside from security. When I was finally ready, I emerged from the tiny room into the cold hall. Gordon was outside.
"I don't know whether to ask you or not," he admitted, scratching the back of his head as we began to walk.
"I'm sorry, it just got...overwhelming. But honestly, I'm alright," I said. He nodded.
"They, uh, left him for you. Well, I told them to, I knew you'd want to get back in there."
"Thank you, Gordon."
We reached the heavy metal door which lead to the monitoring room, which overlooked the session room.
Two metal doors standing between the Joker and me.
I pressed my ID badge to the scanner and entered the little box which held a few chairs, camera screens and other digital tech. Aside from this, it was empty.
"I'll, uh, leave ya too it kiddo. But I'll be right outside, okay?"
"Thank you."
He left quietly, the door beeping as it closed behind him. As if he sensed my presence, the Joker stared at me through the one way glass window, his eyes lighting up as if he could actually see me.
I didn't take the recorder in. Just notes.
The room was brighter than I remembered, the light shining off the white tiled walls.
As I sat down across from him once more, the cool metal seeped through my coat and my skirt.
"Mmmm, you seem different," he grinned.
"Do I?"
"You do indeed. Where did ya get to?"
"I just needed to...reflect for a few moments," I hinted. His warm brown eyes widened.
"H...Harley?" he stammered.
"You've been calling me that for weeks you know."
"No, I was calling Harleen that for weeks. I had almost given up hope that I'd ever see you, my dear," he said, sighing happily. I clasped my hands on the desk.
"Well, here I am. You were right, about everything. I just wanted to understand. I don't understand..." I trailed off.
"Oh Harls, you don't need to understand yourself...because I understand you and you understand me. Ya see, we need each other. We need to fight 'em together! You don't need to be their little puppet anymore, it's time to get outta that cage," he reassured me.
" L'oiseau que tu croyais surprendere,
battit d'aile et s'envola..." I recited.
"There's no such thing as coincidences, little bird," he winked.
