MAD • Joker x Harley Quinn (Book 1) ✓

53: Present

•chapter fifty-three | Present

"Harleen Quinzel?"

The blonde female shot her head up to look at the Head Director in front of her, "Uh, yes, Miss Callahan?" Harleen questioned, regaining back her focus as her blue orbs looked back to the women's deep brown ones.

"You are gonna be assigned to Patient 42540 in cell 001." Jennifer Callahan spoke as she then handed a bright brown folder to the young psychiatrist.

Harleen then took the folder with her eyes widened, "Patient 42540..." She muttered under her breath as she flipped through the Data about this specific inmate inside Arkham Asylum. "Isn't Bellweather assigned to this?" She asked, looking up from the papers, she had clearly remembered that her friend, George Bellwheather, told her that he got assigned to a different patient which is the same one she will be handling.

Callahan sighed, fluttering her eyes closed as she shook her head slowly, "His wife found him dead in front of their house's front porch," she explained, crossing her arms over her chest as she took a deep breath. "A bullet through his skull, investigators said it was a sniper's. Got hit 73 meters away from where he was, then boom."

Harleen was overwhelmed, she was not even aware that George was murdered, assassinated for that matter. Just yesterday, before he could get to his new session with his new patient, he had told Harleen that he was hoping that the patient becomes decent like the others that he held.

"It should've been obvious for you, Miss Quinzel." Callahan spoke, "I called you here in the office to assign you to a patient in Arkham Asylum, a psychopath inside cell 001." She spoke sternly, "Other psychiatrists that held that patient was found dead just a night after their first session." She added on, "And you, Miss Harleen, are the only person that we have faith on, you have cured other inmates in different asylums, and we believe that you can handle this one."

Just by how much the Head Director had said made Harleen's chest drop, she was feeling nervous. But considering she is a doctor, she needed to do this job, she wouldn't be able to decline it either way since she was their last hope.

"Who exactly is Patient 42540?" Harleen asked, it took her a while to get curious as to who she was going to handle and why this patient was so deadly that other psychiatrists feared them.

"The Joker."

"Harley Quinn!" Harley had shot open her eyes, startled at how the Creep had shouted her name through the area.

They were inside an abandoned warehouse outside of the city, it was not the same one near Arkham.

Harley had nothing to do but to groan in pain, the blood that was running from her nose and lips had slowly dried up since it has been thirty-two minutes since she had sent her location to Mister J. Harley passed out moment later anyway, and now she woke up still tied down to a chair. "Ya'know, Creep." Harley huffed out, her eyes looked down to her feet as she spoke, "Ya ain't gonna win against Mistah J." She giggled before she focused her eyes to the Creeper himself, "I've seen a lot of people trying to win over him, but where did they end up?" She furrowed an eyebrow, seemingly asking the question to Creeper, "They were dumped into the river and their bodies was never found." She laughed hysterically. Her head was spinning, her eyes half open, she was getting weaker, but she had to be strong for Joker.

"Basically, you're underestimating me, little girl?" Creeper questioned, crouching down to the half conscious girl, Harley nodded with a cheeky smile before giggling.

"You're dumb to not notice it sooner."

Creeper had enough and grabbed a handful of the girls bleached hair and forcefully pulled it to make Harley look up at him, "Then, you're coming with me." He smirked before he then pulled her off of the chair and dragged her up the warehouse by the hair. It only made Harley struggle and whimper at how her roots stinged from how hard Creeper was gripping onto it.

"You're hurting me, fucker!" Harley winced as she continued to get dragged on the floor by her hair. She felt her whole body numb due to how Creeper had hit her multiple times, either with a plank that he had found in the corner of the room, or just with his hands.

Creeper dragged and dragged her, opening a door that revealed a cliff, it's the broken part of the warehouse that was a 50 feet down to a never ending cliff. Harley felt her breath hitch, seeing the height of it. She yelled when Creeper had pushed her inches near the end, "Since your boyfriend is keeping me waiting, I'm just gonna have to get rid of you." Creeper groaned  out in anger. He only held her by her hair, keeping Harley's arms tied around her. Harley was tearing up, she knew this was the end of her, right there.

But the both of them stopped when they heard heavy footsteps approach the two of them. Harley didn't want to take her eyes off of the floor, assuming it was Creeper's men, and hoping it wasn't.

"Present."