Don't Fall in Love

Rude awakening

"So, what do you think of your new patient, Doctor Quinzel?" Dr. Arkham asked as he sipped his coffee. The blonde sitting before him adjusted her glasses and gripped onto her cup of coffee as well.

"I like her, she doesn't seem as volatile as the others." Dr. Quinzel spoke.

"Ah, a breath of fresh air, don't you think?" Dr. Arkham chuckled.

"She is, but it's disappointing seeing a beautiful, young lady like her in here..I have been reviewing her file for days, it's unbelievable. She doesn't even remember her crimes." Dr. Quinzel said before sipping her coffee.

"She's appealing, but don't let that fool you. Many women use their looks as a means for extortion, you should know as a clinical psychologist just how that works," Dr. Arkham smiled at Dr. Quinzel, who nodded with a smile.

He's onto you.

No, he's not. Men are animals who only think with their dicks and a woman knows that and uses it as an advantage, you can chill!

And don't forget, little miss priss is right across from our Joker-Poker, maybe you should bring that up with Dr. A over here.

I'm NOT gonna make it anymore obvious than it is. It's fine, she's not a threat.

She's eye-candy. Your funeral.

"I'm also concerned about her placement..she's in cell 001 on the ground level." Dr. Quinzel didn't fight her inner persona on this. It was true, she had worked far too hard on this relationship that she couldn't afford this pretty young thing to storm in and steal her man.

Her man.

She chuckled at the thought and took a sip of her coffee.

"Ahh, ground zero, as I call it. What's the issue, doctor?" Dr. Arkham asked.

"Well, I just think we keep our most dangerous criminals on that level and miss Scarlette doesn't belong there. It's a liability." Dr. Quinzel suggested, hopeful that her words were enough to persuade the aging doctor.

"How about we keep her there, but after a few more sessions with her, I can give you clearance to move her anywhere you like as long as she displays docility." Dr. Arkham said, making Harleen nod in delight. Picking up her cup, she thanked the doctor for his time and proceeded to walk out of his office and to the hall where the prisoners were kept.

It was a long walk but she grew more and more excited with each step. Her eyes scanned the cells, waiting to come upon a certain patient who had grown quite fond of her. Once she was there, she noticed him leaning over the clear wall, watching something ahead of him. Dr. Quinzel turned her attention to whatever that was and her heart dropped when she saw Y/n was sleeping on her cot.

She stopped in the middle of the hall, her eyes on the beautiful girl as well. She was even more beautiful when she slept, she had to admit. Averting her eyes back to the green-haired criminal on the other side, she clenched her fists.

He didn't even acknowledge the doctor, he just kept his glance on the unconscious girl.

"How are you doing?" She asked him, trying to get his attention but his gaze was still locked on the girl.

"Joker?" She asked, walking closer to his cell.

He still didn't bother looking at her.

She brought her face closer to his, still outside his cell, but she could practically feel his warm breath. Her favorite feeling.

"What's wrong? Why don't you talk to me?" She asked.

Joker blinked once and looked right at the doctor with a snarl. "Can I help you, doctor?"

Harleen noticed a change in his tone but she knew he clearly wasn't stable. Maybe during their one-on-one sessions she could get more out of him. She needed to know what he was thinking.

Meanwhile, the Joker just wished the doctor would go away so he could continue marveling at the girl. Harleen sighed and turned her attention back to the cell, narrowing her eyes at the girl. This would definitely end up being a problem, she had to go.

With a smirk, she turned back to the Joker and smiled.

"You have a session with me in 30 minutes. I'd suggest you prepare for it." And with that she walked off. Before she did she saw the girl stirring on the cot opposite from the joker's cell. Before she lost sight of them, Dr. Quinzel turned to see the Joker's face lighting up as he watched her wake up.

On the way to her office, Dr. Quinzel called over two guards.

"Prisoner in cell 001, she was being defiant. I'll let you two handle it." And with that, she shut the door of her office behind her.

The guards, as if robots, proceeded to walk down the hall and towards her cell.

Scarlett was just able to sit up, her head in the clouds. She was in a daze that was taking longer to awake from. The last thing she could remember were the baby blue eyes staring at hers as she felt herself go under. She looked to the side and noticed the same eyes were no longer there. Instead, he sat on his cot, staring at his hands.

Scarlett stood up groggily, her legs nearly giving out but she knew she'd be alright, she'd have to stay strong.

She caught the attention of the green-haired man across from her, who now looked to her, his mouth agape and his eyes glazed over in lust. She looked stunning with her uniform partially draped over her. He growled as he felt himself grow in his pants, craving her touch. He wondered how soft her skin was.

It probably cured diseases with just one touch.
Why was she here? She didn't belong here. His inner voices were relentless, there was so much turmoil inside his head.

Could he break down the clear barrier and escape with her? Could he take her?

Yes he could. He could get away with anything in the world because it was in his hands. He knew if he really wanted to escape, he would have.

In fact, he did have an escape plan:
Dr. Quinzel.

But then she showed up, conveniently placed right across from her, and his world turned upside down. That escape plan had been null and void ever since he laid eyes on her, but the good doctor wouldn't find out until much later.

He suddenly noticed two guards stomping down the hall, stopping before her cell.

They wasted no time opening her cell and shutting the door behind them.

The Joker leaped to his feet. This wasn't good.

He watched as the guard grabbed her wrists and pulled her down to the cot, holding her down as the other guard slapped her. Each slap was harder than the last and the Joker was experiencing...pain. He would usually delight in the torture and beating, even death, of people. Innocents, particularly.

But now, he felt sick, he wanted it to stop. There was something inside of him, prying at the human he was, begging to be let out, but it wasn't happening. Instead, he continued to watch as the guard grabbed her neck and proceeded to choke her, bringing her to the brink of passing out and then releasing his hold on her.

The Joker flinched. He stared daggers at the men. He was frozen.

The girls screaming and defiant kicks against the men were futile. Minutes later, they began pulling her out of her cell. The Joker stood up and watched as they dragged her off kicking and screaming, and for a second, their eyes met, and he felt his heart drop.