Harleen let out a heavy sigh as she unlocked the door to her home. A larger than life condo in the more affluent side of Gotham, the privilege of being the granddaughter of a rich and powerful man.
She kicked off her shoes and walked past her barren walls before she sank into the cloud-like cushions of her couch and took her glasses off.
"I'm home." she said softly, her small squeaky voice bounced off the walls of the empty house.
Harleen had been alone for as long as she could remember or as much as she wanted to remember.
She didn't mind the loneliness though, she buried herself in her work and seeing as she had no family she never had to attend any pesky family gatherings.
Still.
No matter how much she tried to pretend that loneliness was okay, it grew harder every day to accept her isolated reality.
At work, the other doctors and residents hated her, when they would all go to lunch together they would play a game of "don't tell Harleen" and go about their day. Even the head doctor had no faith in her with the Joker patient.
She wanted to succeed prove them all wrong, to show them that she was worthy of attention, praise, and friendship. Hell, she was more than capable with her amazing credentials and the countless nights she has stayed awake in school.
Harleen just needed a chance and this Joker patient was the perfect opportunity.
The Joker wasn't what she had expected at all, in fact, he was nothing like the media painted him out to be. The man seemed like a soul tortured by his environment and everyone around him.
His mother lied to him, his "friend" framed him, and people laughed at him.
In this strange way, it all made sense.
"Do you hear yourself Harl? Of course it doesn't make sense." she scoffed.
Harleen pulled herself from her couch and made her way up the stairs, her mind racing with ideas for treatment for Mr. Joker.
At the top of the stairs, Harleen stopped and looked behind her. Her steps weren't that steep or that high for that matter. Yet, as she looked down at each step a shiver was sent down her spine. She noticed the beautiful metal railing and the carpet that was at the bottom. She stood there for longer than she dares admit before she snapped herself out of her trance and retired to her bedroom.
Sleep refused to find her, her mind raced with ways to help her new patient. She would be lying to herself is she said she hadn't taken a liking to the clown.
She spent her night flipping through countless textbooks and research papers. In her determination, she fell asleep at her desk buried to her neck in research for Arthur.
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Harley
Fanfiction"All these people doubting me, belittling me day in and day out. It's enough to make a girl go crazy." 🃏 Following the tragic events of the Gotham riots...
