Harleen Quinzel

Harleen Quinzel

Status: In Progress

Genre: Romance

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Status: In Progress

Genre: Romance

Summary

This is something ive been working on in my spare time. Its a fanfiction short story of what i imagine Harleen Quinzel & The Joker's relationship started out like. I have done some research to make this semi accurate but i do not claim that it is perfect. I hope you like it.

Summary

This is something ive been working on in my spare time. Its a fanfiction short story of what i imagine Harleen Quinzel & The Joker's relationship started out like. I have done some research to make this semi accurate but i do not claim that it is perfect. I hope you like it.

Prolog (v.1) - Prologue

Author Chapter Note

This story begins at the end, i hope you can understand how i've written this out. Let me know if you really struggle to follow this section of the story, I have considered separating thoughts as italics to make it easier to read. What are your thoughts?

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: September 10, 2016

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Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: September 10, 2016

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I sway my head, too and fro in time with the beat. A beat that reverberates through my head like the bass in a dark night club. I can see it now, the body's pressing around me, coloured lights beaming through the crowd, and a seduction that wafts through the crowd as they gyrate in time with the beat. A beat that right now is the sound of a drip, a leaky pipe which has been drip, drip, dripping... For how long, I don't know.  Bleach and salt damp wafts through the air, a smell I am all too familiar with.

"This smell was once a home to me, a dream come true, and then he made everything real."

"Yes that's right Harleen, we know that part."

I squint ahead, the light blinding me. Dr Amadeus Arkham sits in a chair next to the floodlight with a clipboard in his hands. I can make out his figure and his voice but he is a blurry shadow beside the light.

"You were about to tell me about the Joker Harleen."

I see it all so clearly, in the staff room, Dr Arkham has his coffee with three scoops of coffee no sugar, no milk. How many mugs did I serve him, 1, 2, 20? Why was making coffee so uncomfortable?.

"Harleen you will tell us what we need to know" echo's his voice which is growing impatient.

There he is again, offering me a job.

"You are so young Miss Quinzel, what makes you think that we would even consider a position for one so... inexperienced."

"Dr Arkham, you have seen my references and my college results. I don't need to stress that I was the top in my class."

"Everyone here was the top of their class child" he smirks

"I can make change here, I know I have what it takes to get through to these patients...."

"Yes, yes that's what we all say. Yet.... they are still in their cells or out on the street running rampant in Gotham."

"I can do better, I am different!"

 

"HARLEEN QUINZEL!!!!"

"huh?" I snap out of it.

"You have seen his hideout, we need the location"

"I  .  .  won't  .  .tell"

 

My head snaps to the side painfully and there he is again...

"My love"

"Listen and learn my pet" he purrs.

His words echo around in my mind, dripping with a honey so sickly sweet it burns. His handprint tingles my flesh, the shape, so warm, so familiar.

"Yes anything Puddin "

But wait, it's not his hand print is it?. I open my eyes again.

Dr Arkham is there again, the light is turned to the side. He is smiling at me.

"You have a beautiful body Harleen, I've told you this before".

His ice cold fingertips traces the handprint on my face.

"I will get what I want from you, you know I can pluck it out of you" He gestures with his fingertips, grinning. 

I see the warnings again. His smile, a lingering touch. Cornered everywhere, in the staff room, in a corridor. Amadeus Arkham, always watching, always waiting.

"I can make change here, I know I have what it takes to get through to these patients...."

"Yes, yes that's what we all say. Yet.... they are still in their cells or out on the street pillaging Gotham."

"I can do better, I am different!"

His tongue darts out, his cracked lip is now wet.

"Mmm yes you are very different.  Much younger than we usually get here"

His mouth is on mine and his greedy tongue is exploring me. I push back at his chest but his thin cold fingers drill themselves deeper into my shoulders. I cry out and blink.

The light is blaring from behind his face again. A face that is too close, and smiling a cruel satisfaction. That same satisfaction I saw before I accepted my dream job.

"Mmm yes, Harleen I will continue to devour you until you tell me what I want."

"n..no"

"You see... your petals are bruised but I can still pluck them. You know I like my flowers broken"

"o..ok  I'll tell you"

His grin widens..  and I know, I've lost. 


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