Don't Fall in Love

No joy in her agony *smut*

"No! PLEASE! I didn't do anything!!" I screamed in terror as I was held down by the very guards who had violently pulled me from my cell. I could feel the bruises forming all over my body from their rough manhandling, the way they choked me and knocked the wind out of me all the way down to the medical room.
Why was I here? What had I done?
The last thing I remembered was staring into the baby blue eyes of the man across from me.
The green-haired wonder.

I felt leather straps on me as I drifted back into reality. I was completely restrained.
My arms, my legs, my waist, totally trapped.
I felt like I was in a dentists chair. I could hear the electrical zipping of a machine and I knew it was for me.
Hot streams of tears ran down my cheeks as I tried to fight against the restraints but my pleas were ignored. Instead my eyes traveled to the two guards standing above me, their wicked faces full of malice. What had I done to them?

I felt two round metal electrodes on each of my temples, ice-cold against my hot, panicked flesh. I know what's coming.

I know exactly what's coming.
My biggest fear and the one thing I was desperate to avoid.

Electroshock therapy.
I didn't do anything to deserve this, I wasn't depressed or suicidal.
Then again, I didn't know what was wrong with me and neither did anyone here. I hadn't had a session with a doctor.
But my thoughts were jumbled when I felt that first wave of sickening electricity traveling through the electrodes and into my temples.

I wasn't sure if I was screaming or moaning at this point, I couldn't hear myself. I wasn't sure if my body was jolting against the leather straps digging into my skin from the pain I felt or if the shock itself was causing my body to spasm violently. After what seemed like an eternity of blinding pain, I felt the relief of the electrodes being removed from my temples. The heat emanating from them was nothing compared to how hot I felt.

My insides were on fire.

I didn't know what was happening anymore, why I was here, I was confused about everything.

How did my limbs function? Why were my eyes tightly shut? I fought inwardly to open them but I was unable to. My heart rate was through the roof, I was in extreme panic.

I tried to breathe but I couldn't.

I was suffocating, fighting against the restraints. Why was this happening?

Was I dying?

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(Normal POV)

The Joker was nonchalant with the guards as they led him to Doctor Quinzel's room. The doctor had unexpectedly assigned a session with him. Their visits were limited to twice a week, and quite recently, they had turned conjugal.

The truth was, the madman needed an escape plan. He usually never 'overstayed' his welcome here at Arkham but the one person who'd break him out of the asylum had recently been arrested for drug possession. Johnny Frost was careless this time around. A minor charge for which the right-hand man would serve a months worth of jail time.  The Joker seethed but it was not the biggest problem ever. Frost was going to pay for it in prison and he'd certainly pay for it when his boss got a hold of him.

And this had happened a week ago. So given the trial time and processing, the Joker was looking at staying in Arkham for 2 months. Much longer than he'd like.

So getting to know the new psychiatrist wasn't a bad deal. Turns out she herself had a few loose screws and was easily manipulated. The love-struck fool.

The Joker scoffed. If a man of his stature had the capability to truly 'love' someone, he sure as hell wouldn't be here. Admittedly, it was the fact that he couldn't love or care for anyone but himself that would land him in an insane asylum. It made sense.