The Phsycotic Romance

My Dream

Athurs note:
Hello lovelies! I am fascinated in the chemical and phsycological romance-spark between the Clown of Crime and the Doll of his broken heart...
It's a romance that no one can truly understand yet it brings so much passion and fire to ones outlook on love.
Truly a one in a kind love.
Anyway I wanted to see it in my own perpective and myself being a self conscious person, I wanted to try a story that told of this same kind of romance through someone's eyes... So I also wanted to share this with you guys as well. I hope you like it and Id love if you had any notes, ideas or simple comments to share. Feel free to share with me! Love you guys!
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Harley's pers. (Big girl version)

Working at an insane asylum wasn't what a normal person would call an uplifting job. It wasn't normal for anyone to enjoy it as much as I did either..I though, like working with people like these pacients. Their wacko minds we're interesting to me...almost you'd call it out right insane, but let's leave that for my pacients.
Arkham asylum was the place I'd soon call my work place. The craziest crazies in Gotham city. But I was used to it...used to the dysfunctional minds of my patients. I swore to help them...to pick their brains and learn their interesting ways of living the way they do...

It was mid day and I just dressed in my finest clothes for my welcoming at Arkham asylum. I was thrilled to be there, and I was eager to strive for greatness.
I got to the parking lot and parked my simple colbult blue Sevan in a space that was cleared. A woman greeted me. She wore a long black jumpsuit that hung loosly around her semi-skinny shape. She had long brown hair, that hung in a loose pony tail. By the sour look on her face, you could tell she did not envy her job.
She smiled after hesitating grimmly and snickered. Amused at my too wagered expression.

"Hi. You must be Quinzel?"

"Hello. Yes, that's me."

"Well, welcome Doctor Quinzel. It's a pleasure to have you here. I'm doctor Joan vence. "

"Thank you. It's a pleasure to be here "

"Well I hope you mean that...it's gonna get a whole lot crazy once we go in...just be prepared."

I sniffed up my courage and sighed under my breath. I was excited but, I didn't want my new boss to think I was a wack, due to my excitement. It was unusual but, I was proud. Adleast I knew I was proud on the inside....

"I'm ready...I think..."

She led me inside the gate. Guards, over a dozen, boarded the doors that led to more doors of Steele and rusted iron. She used her ID to scan us in and she led me to a long dark hallway. It was gloomy and I tensed in my own skin once I stepped forward each step.
We soon came to a stop and she turned to me and her face hardened with deep concern. She stood tall and breathed deep.

"Look, Quinzel...we've had many of smart, young, delicate hearted girls like you, come in here thinking they'll change the world...but to only be let down and ran out, by the dark secrets that lie in this shit hole with the lost causes of this insane world..I don't mean to be rude, but stern........I want to warn..."

I suddenly interjected without thinking.

"I am not delicate."

Sillence held the air.
She sighed as if she's heard the words millions of times, and millions of times the same cruel result..
But I wasn't gonna let the 'dark' scare me away, sertantly not yet.
I stood up straight, chin held up matching her height and I walked to the door,  eager to proceed toward whatever she tried to 'warn' me of.
The door was opened and guards stood like manicans.
They waved us through and the long hallway ahead, you could hear the many angered and aquipped fellans screaming, hitting the doors and walls, and making noises only insanity could explain.
We started to passed the doors and the pacients looked as if I were a new toy. I did not want anyone, not even the boss, to see any weakness in me...that's what would send me out of a harsh place like this.......
I watched and many banged on the doors and their tiny bullet proof glass windows, some whistled, and some even stared silently as if they planned something.
To be frank, I was indeed scared, but I was not gonna let them drive me away so quickly. I had a goal.
Soon we were approaching the end of the hallway and a huge metal iron door with six guards standing beside, appeared in the hallway.
To the right, along side other cells, was a room. This one was different. There were no angrey prisoners, no hollering or screeching captives,and no gloomerous stares. Just sillence.
I grew almost too brave, and appoarched the door. I curiously looked inside to find no one but an empty bed cot hanging from the back wall.
Then a set of eyes appeared and glared at me.
These weren't the eyes of a mass murder....they weren't even close to the eyes of those we'd already passed. These eyes were....different.
I hopped as I stepped back one foot.
Joan had noticed and stood beside me. Her voice was on edge.
The set of blue ocean eyes consentrated on mine deeply.

"I would be extra careful around him...he's a smart criminal. Not like any other."

She whispered sheepishly.

His bright emerald green hair glisened in the window reflection and he smiled faintly.
I could tell he knew something...just didn't know what...
His tattooed skin was pale white like liquid paper..
I'd admire him for his looks if I wasn't a worker here..but, I could not let him get to me. After all he was a mass manipulating murder.

We stepped away, and his eyes followed our exit.
Something gave me a weird feeling but, I shrugged it off.

Joan showed me my office and I set up my few Nick nacks and the day went slow...but I could not stop thinking about the emerald haired man..

I read his file in attempt to satisfy my curiosity but, as it always killed the cat. It'd soon devour me.

His name was the joker. He was indeed a show man, and knew exactly what he was doing. And Joan was right, he wast like the rest...not even a spec of similarity crossed my mind....
He was dangerous. He was evil. He knew more than anyone intisipated.
It did not intimidate me...it just made the fire or curiosity grow higher, burning in my throat.

I tried to go home, and shrug him off again but, nothing worked. I got home and showered, changing into my favorite kitten pajamas and turned on the news.
I began to drift off and the world around me sank.

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"Hello, harls...nice to see ya again!"

A husky voice blarred in my ear. I opened my eyes and there he was...the clown of mistchief.

How was he here? Where even were we? How'd he know me?

He walked closer and smiled, revealing his silver grizzle. He laughed, circling me.

"My my my, dear. You are quite a catch aren't ya?.."

"How do you know me?...where are we?"

"Ah beauty, your in my kingdom...my castle..no one's ever servived my castle......until now"

He laughed, tauntingly.

"What do you want from me?"

He mad a sad face, cupping my chin.

"No no dear, I don't want anything..."

"Then why me?"

"Your a doll in my kingdom...you just don't know it yet......"

He laughed and that startled her.

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Harley's pers.

I woke up startled. My heart racing, my palms swety...
What'd did he want from me......
I was determined to find out.
This was unusual and it pushed me more over edge.