Funhouse Mirror

Summary:
November 20 2014: The Joker and Harley Quinn take on… sanity.

Arkham Asylum

That slightly less than secure bastion of dubious sanity


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The Joker has been in Arkham for a couple of days. Allegedly. Part of the problem with being deposited via Rabbit Hole directly to the facility is that certain matters of paperwork and procedure are… bypassed. Which means that this particular visit to Arkham has gone… rather wrong. To wit the Joker's chart is missing and people are having some trouble finding his cell.

Harley is due for another round of therapy and when the door opens… well. It's not the usual therapist. The name tag says Doctor Kerr, for one, and the clipboard he's holding miiiight be slightly bent. "So… Hello Harleen… I'm Doctor Kerr and I'll be your therapist today." He's got an atrocious german accent.

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It had been a joke. Actually *let* Robin put her in Arkham, both of them knowing full well that it would take a week or maybe two before she got out again. But it's been a month now and the daily group therapy, solo sessions and anti-psychotic drugs are starting to take their toll. The therapists would say that she's finally making headway, that the Harley Quinn personality is finally subdued enough to allow them to treat the Harleen Quinzel core personality. She lays on her bed, hugging a doll made out of a sock that has green wool for hair and a wide swath of red stained on its lips and looking absently at the wall across from her.

The door to her cell opens and she looks up, shifting on her cot to sit up. "Hello, Doctor," she says to him, her New Jersey accent barely noticable. Harleen never did like being thought of as a 'Jersey Girl' so worked hard to hide her accent. Her outfit is so bland, so boring, a grey jumpsuit and slippers. "Where is Dr. Gold?"

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"Ze goot doctor iz indizposed." Yeah, that accent is rather awful. "Zo, I zee here zat you are being treated for multiple disorders. Vhat do you think of your progress zo far?" The Joker did get a good look at Harleen's chart and he's got a fair idea of what the 'damage' is. The madman is manipulative and cunning in the extreme and while he does have plans that involve, you know, leaving Arkham, as long as he's here…

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Harleen looks up at the doctor, her blonde brows knitting together. That accent… is he making fun of her? She looks up at the light in her cell, wishing it cast a bit more light. The people here at Arkham must really like dim lighting. Keeps the inmates, oh, sorry, that's patients, more subdued and docile. She hangs her head, her pigtails hanging down to hide her face.

"I've been thinking a lot, doctor. I realize that my attraction to men of a criminal leaning is likely due to my father, who is a career criminal himself. I am trying to work on my Jocasta issues."

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"Mmmmmm. I zee…" Pages are flipping. "Ziz would be your 'puddin' az you call him. Did you know that he phyiscally assaulted Robin two days ago? I understand that ze Boy Wonder was rather badly injured." Just as Joker had intended. Both for his own satisfaction and Robin's torment. Both were quite sweet considering the situation.

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Harleen nods her head, her pigtails bobbing as she sighs softly when the creepy doctor mentions her 'puddin'. "Yes, the criminal that calls himself the Joker." When she is told that he beat up Robin, she starts to smile and bats her eyes as she looks up at the doctor. It's then she notices the scars. No, it must be her imagination, combined with the dim lighting and wishful thinking. She drops her head down then, looking at her feet, her smile fading as she sighs.

"I hope the young man is alright," she says, giving the answer that the doctors want to hear.

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"Do you really?" The German accent fades and the voice becomes a bit more nasal. "Do you reaaaaaaaly?" The doctor shifts his stance slightly and leans very casually against the wall as he flips through the chart.

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Sighing again, Harleen closes her eyes and shakes her head. "No, not really. I… Actually, I was sorta hoping that maybe The Joker beat Robin up because he misses me. I know, I know. I shouldn't be putting so much of my own identity of self on another person. I have to be focussing on who *I* am based on my own abilities and talents"

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"And who are you, Harleen?" The voice is definitly undisguised now, and though the doctor's face is concealed as he looks down at the clip board, he may be smiling just a bit. Okay, a lot.

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With her eyes shut tight, Harleen is too focused on her own feelings to put the fact that the voice is familiar to the forefront of her mind. "I'm… I'm Harleen Frances Quinzel. From New Jersey. My dad is a career criminal, but not a very good one considering how often he's in prison. I am a skilled qymnast and a doctor. Or, I was a doctor till I went insane and lost my license." She takes a deep breath then. "And I know you don't want to hear this, doctor, but I love him. And I know you all disagree with me, but I think he loves me too."

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"Oh, I don't disagree with you." 'Doctor Kerr' says flippantly. "Love is such an odd word. A four letter word, you might almost say. The people who fall in love, well they're as crazy as anyone in these four walls, don't you think Harleen?"

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It's when the good doctor starts acting more cavalier that Harleen finally notices. The scars, the voice, the attitude, it finally all comes together and adds up. 1 and 1 is 32. She looks up now, her face lit up. Running over to her Puddin', she hugs him tightly about his neck. "Mr. J!" she squeals, her thick Jersey accent back instantaniously. Her face buried in his shoulder, she murmurs softly. "I was startin' ta think you forgot about me."

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"I had an unexpected detour getting in here." The Joker cackles. Or shall we say Doctor Kerr. "I think you'll be pleased that in my medical opinion, you're crazy as fruitcake in July." He grins sharply. "But don't worry. We're all mad here."

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She can't help but smile as he tells her she's mad, but then starts to cry. "I don't know if I am crazy anymore, Mr. J. They've been giving me these little pink pills to help me not feel like me anymore. She keeps her face against his shoulder, looking away from him. Now that she knows it's him, she doesn't want him looking at her without her face on. It's more embarrassing then being naked.

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"Pills? Pft." The Joker scoffs. "Don't you worry Harley. We'll have you wrong as rain soon enough. We're not staying. It may take a couple of days but… you'll know when the time comes."

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Here in the arms of her puddin, Harleen smiles. She hasn't been called Harley in a month. Well, except for from Zsasz over in the other cell when he tells her to shut up when she's singing. Usually that involves threats to her wellbeing as well. She looks up at Joker finally, faceless though she is, and strokes his cheek. "Remember how we met? You were my patient then. And you always knew just what to say."

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"Mmmmmm. I do remember. Does it still work?" The Joker likes to think that he still knows what to say but this place seems to have a way of… dampening everything. This place seriously sucks the life out of everything. Must be why the Bat likes it so much.

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Bringing her lips to his, her fingers trace down along Joker's cheek to lightly brush his Chelsea smile. It's a long, slow kiss, full of love and tenderness. When it finally parts, she nods her head. "It still works. You know how to make life worth laughing about. I've missed your jokes. And Robin… did you really hurt him? For me?"

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"Him and a lot of other people for you." The Joker says quietly, hugging Harley for a long, soft moment. Which then ends when he chuckles. "And we'll have plenty of chances to do it together when we get out of here. Patience, Harley."

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This time when Harley sighs, it is a happy one. She keeps holding her Puddin tight. "I will be, Mistah J. I can be patient now. And I'll go back to puttin the pills under my tongue so I can spit them out, just like you taught me.'

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"That's my Harley." Joker grins and stretches out for a moment before there's shouting outside. "Aaaaah. It seems the good doctors have realized that I'm not where I should be." It also means the good doctors have finally figured out where he should be.

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Giggling, Harley gives Joker another hug as she hears the doctors screaming outside. "I think you have been noticed as being missing. Sounds like your cell is close to mine. Though, I could try and hide ya under my cot."

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"Pretty close yeah. I should really thank that Cat for getting me in here in such a slapstick, disorganized fashion. It's made getting things reaady so much easier." Joker grins near manically. "Also… watch out for anyone too 'Strange'." You can almost hear the capitalization. "I hear people talking."


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