property-of-me

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“I prefer do no harm. Take no shit.” She smiles.

“Oh no of course not! Not without a damsel in distress… you may wanna plug your ears. I’m quite the screamer.” She winks.

Then starts screaming like any girl in any horror movie. And switching back to her non accented voice. As she stands. Walking over to him and handing him her pen.

“Please- please I don’t want to die!” Tears well up in her eyes. She’s quite the little actress. Though her body language shows no fear at all.

Current what?

Yeah she was smarter than to go there. She was crazy. But not that crazy.

Danger.

Bad idea Harl.

She bites her lower lip.

“Thought Batman was your current.” She mutters.

Okay so maybe she wasn’t all that smart.

“Doesn’t matter anyways. Your boy’s’ll be here any minute now. I got some insider information. I ain’t telling you who I talked to though.”

Because she didn’t talk to anybody. She didn’t need to. He was sitting still. Not immediately going for her badge. Which meant. He was able to leave whenever he wanted.

“So you gunna leave me a good review on ‘shrinks are us?’” She asks. Drumming her blood red nails against the table she was sitting on.

The lights go out. And the red emergency lighting goes on.

She looks back at him and giggles.

“Red is definitely your color baby. So what do you say? Should we blow this joint?” She hands him her badge. Her fingers brushing against his and lingering.

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Oh my gosh I ADORE this!!!

life is good, i'm great, 'nother circle 'round the sun. the world's in flames, but at least we're having fun.

- life is good by angelbaby feat. jagwar twin — original images joker: [x] | [x] | [x] harley: [x] | [x] | [x]

texture credits! n/a

( made with @property-of-me’s harley in mind )

[property-of-me]

Current what?

Yeah she was smarter than to go there. She was crazy. But not that crazy.

Danger.

Bad idea Harl.

She bites her lower lip.

“Thought Batman was your current.” She mutters.

Okay so maybe she wasn’t all that smart.

“Doesn’t matter anyways. Your boy’s’ll be here any minute now. I got some insider information. I ain’t telling you who I talked to though.”

Because she didn’t talk to anybody. She didn’t need to. He was sitting still. Not immediately going for her badge. Which meant. He was able to leave whenever he wanted.

“So you gunna leave me a good review on ‘shrinks are us?’” She asks. Drumming her blood red nails against the table she was sitting on.

The lights go out. And the red emergency lighting goes on.

She looks back at him and giggles.

“Red is definitely your color baby. So what do you say? Should we blow this joint?” She hands him her badge. Her fingers brushing against his and lingering.

“Meh. Cant blame a girl for tryin.” She shrugs.

She watches his hands. Then his eyes. Nothing there. Reminded her of those glass eyes they used to put in taxidermy.

“What’ve I done?” She puts a hand on her chest. “A lady never tells.”

She does smile though at the memory of the blood decorating the glass.

He was fine probably. Head wounds just bleed a lot. And he was in shock. That’s why he was resting on the floor.

We wouldn’t kill you. But they might. The threat was there. Unspoken.

Us verses them.

Society verses the unwanted.

Her?

“Her who?” Harleen asks. “You got a girlfriend mister Jay?” It was teasing. No sane woman would stay around him.

Maybe he had killed her.

Maybe she had made a mistake unchaining him.

Her eyes dart to his hands again.

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“Meh. Cant blame a girl for tryin.” She shrugs.

She watches his hands. Then his eyes. Nothing there. Reminded her of those glass eyes they used to put in taxidermy.

“What’ve I done?” She puts a hand on her chest. “A lady never tells.”

She does smile though at the memory of the blood decorating the glass.

He was fine probably. Head wounds just bleed a lot. And he was in shock. That’s why he was resting on the floor.

We wouldn’t kill you. But they might. The threat was there. Unspoken.

Us verses them.

Society verses the unwanted.

Her?

“Her who?” Harleen asks. “You got a girlfriend mister Jay?” It was teasing. No sane woman would stay around him.

Maybe he had killed her.

Maybe she had made a mistake unchaining him.

Her eyes dart to his hands again.

She looks down at him for a moment. Before taking off her glasses.

“Not a puppy. A kitten. You still got claws handsome.” She swings her feet as she thinks.

“Alright. What time is your crew coming to break you out?” She asks seriously.

“The others may be blind but I ain’t. One of your brainiac goons flashed a clown mask, while he was sortin shit out in the suspicious vans out back this morning.” She says.

“Now I haven’t told anyone. Because that’d be stupid. And I didn’t make it this far in life bein’ stupid. An’ I know how to be respectful. So- sweet cheeks. How we playin this? Cuz I’d frankly rather not die tonight. Maybe later if you… play your cards right.” She smirks a bit at her little pun.

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She looks down at him for a moment. Before taking off her glasses.

“Not a puppy. A kitten. You still got claws handsome.” She swings her feet as she thinks.

“Alright. What time is your crew coming to break you out?” She asks seriously.

“The others may be blind but I ain’t. One of your brainiac goons flashed a clown mask, while he was sortin shit out in the suspicious vans out back this morning.” She says.

“Now I haven’t told anyone. Because that’d be stupid. And I didn’t make it this far in life bein’ stupid. An’ I know how to be respectful. So- sweet cheeks. How we playin this? Cuz I’d frankly rather not die tonight. Maybe later if you… play your cards right.” She smirks a bit at her little pun.

She looks at him for a minute. Squints. And then sighs.

“Look. They haven’t told me officially. But my guess would be we’re stuck with each other for a while. He needed a break from medicine. But I assure you I’m more than capable of handling your case. Mister…?”

He wasn’t going to tell her his real name.

“Mister Jay.” She said. “And I’ll tell you a little secret.” She leans over the table towards his ear.

“I’m not a real blonde.” She whispers. “So try harder.”

There’s a loud thud on the one way glass and Harleen visibly startles. Pulling away. The metal chair screeching against the concrete floor.

DAMNIT. DAMN BASTARD. the Joker would never respect her now.

“Excuse me a moment. I’ll be right back.” She had visibly paled.

And she quickly left the room. Scanning her badge on the way out.

There was a pause. And then a few thuds against the pane of the one way window. Some muffled shouting, and then Harleen was back in the room.

She smoothed her perfect hair back into that infuriatingly perfect bun. And adjusted her glasses.

The only suggestion she did anything unseemly. A single speck of blood on the white of her doctor’s jacket.

And the screeching of the presumable prankster. “PSYCHOTIC BITCH!”

The door clicked closed.

Yup. She was pretty sure she was fired. So now. It was go big or go home.

There was the jangle of keys as she rushed over to un-cuff him.

“He slapped my ass earlier today and thought it would be funny to disrupt our session. Well… who’s laughing now?” She smiles.

There it was. A spark of insanity in her eyes.

“Ya ever heard the term scary dog privilege? Well usually I gotta be my own scary dog. Today. I got you. So here’s hopin’ I made a good first impression. Or at least an interestin’ one.”

She sat down on the table. Staring at him. Then back at the glass. As if daring them to try her.

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She looks at him for a minute. Squints. And then sighs.

“Look. They haven’t told me officially. But my guess would be we’re stuck with each other for a while. He needed a break from medicine. But I assure you I’m more than capable of handling your case. Mister…?”

He wasn’t going to tell her his real name.

“Mister Jay.” She said. “And I’ll tell you a little secret.” She leans over the table towards his ear.

“I’m not a real blonde.” She whispers. “So try harder.”

There’s a loud thud on the one way glass and Harleen visibly startles. Pulling away. The metal chair screeching against the concrete floor.

DAMNIT. DAMN BASTARD. the Joker would never respect her now.

“Excuse me a moment. I’ll be right back.” She had visibly paled.

And she quickly left the room. Scanning her badge on the way out.

There was a pause. And then a few thuds against the pane of the one way window. Some muffled shouting, and then Harleen was back in the room.

She smoothed her perfect hair back into that infuriatingly perfect bun. And adjusted her glasses.

The only suggestion she did anything unseemly. A single speck of blood on the white of her doctor’s jacket.

And the screeching of the presumable prankster. “PSYCHOTIC BITCH!”

The door clicked closed.

Yup. She was pretty sure she was fired. So now. It was go big or go home.

There was the jangle of keys as she rushed over to un-cuff him.

“He slapped my ass earlier today and thought it would be funny to disrupt our session. Well… who’s laughing now?” She smiles.

There it was. A spark of insanity in her eyes.

“Ya ever heard the term scary dog privilege? Well usually I gotta be my own scary dog. Today. I got you. So here’s hopin’ I made a good first impression. Or at least an interestin’ one.”

She sat down on the table. Staring at him. Then back at the glass. As if daring them to try her.

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He was back to fidgetting while she spoke, as if he were trying to force the chair to be comfortable, force himself to be comfortable with her. In truth, it was like she was a broken radio that he was desperate to fix, desperate to get his hands on so he could rewire her. It was that need, that nagging feeling, making him squirm and shift and move his arms in the restraints as if his shoulders were getting stiff.

She didn't need to know that, and he wasn't willing to share that.

His eyes rolled at the mention of what he'd been talking about with the other doctor, momentarily glancing away as if the subject was too boring for words, and his tongue darted out to dampen the other side of his mouth.

"You didn't answer my questions, Harleen," he said quietly once she'd finished speaking entirely, his voice falling into that dangerous tone, that deathly calm one that felt as deep as an ocean, as if he were actually angry about it. Maybe this time he cared; he wanted to know if she was going to lose her as his doctor, the timeframe he had, if he needed to start threatening people to keep Sanchez out of this room.

"Tell me if he's coming back, and I'll give you something," he added while leaning forward in his seat as much as he could, the squint back while he spoke, a hint of a smile on his lips. "Any single thing you want, doc." An eyebrow quirked now, his shifting and squirming paused with the offer, with the slight turn of his head while he kept his eyes on her. "Real name is on the table, if that helps you choose."

Did he know his real name? She didn't need to know if he did or not. That was his business, not hers.

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“Well hopefully you and I can get comfortable as well. As I’ll be your doctor for the foreseeable future.” She replies.

“I see from your chart that your previous doctor was talking to you about your childhood.” She looks up at him. Intelligent eyes studying his face. Before she sets the folder down on the floor

Scanning his lap and legs for any sharp objects as she comes back up.

“But I think we both know your real name isn’t John Doe. Or John Smith. So I’ll tell you what. You can call me Harleen if you give me something to call you.” She gives him a little soft smile.

Doctor Harleen Quinzel made her way into the therapy room. Well- more of an interrogation room. As her patient was currently chained up to the table.

Still she greeted him with a pleasant smile. And extended a hand to shake his.

“Hello Sir. My name is Doctor Harleen Quinzel. I’ll be replacing Doctor Sanchez as your physiatrist.”

The poor guy had a mental breakdown and was now someplace tropical.

She took a seat across from her patient.

��Now I’m going to tell you what I tell all my patients. This is a safe space. It’s not my job to judge what you tell me. I’m to remain neutral.” She graced him with another bright smile.

She was new. Clearly.

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Rumors and news spread fast in the asylum, even among the more talkative patients. Not that he got to spend a lot of time with those talkative patients; the asylum may have been filled with neglect, the very walls seeming to rot with the weight of what was held within, but even the staff wouldn't risk setting him loose with the others for too long. It was just long enough that he'd heard the news, though. His doctor, his dearly beloved Dr. Sanchez, was gone.

That doctor had been fun, but not the one he'd been interested in. Ever since he'd seen her, that nagging feeling had spiked. That feeling that he got when he looked at him, too. He wanted to see how she worked. He wanted to see what made her tick, what could push her to the edge and keep her there, teetering until she either found her balance or fell. He wanted to pull her apart like a pen in the hands of a bored teenager during math. Dr. Sanchez had been the starter, the first one that he hadn't bothered to put back together, let the parts roll away for someone else to deal with. Probably his family, if the conversations they'd had didn't stick in his head.

For a clown, his jokes weren't particularly funny.

Slouched in that hard, cold seat, chained for his doctor's safety--they could pretend it was both the doctor's safety and his own, but he knew better--he stared at the opposite wall with his head tipped forward. His tongue traced along the inside of his cheeks, running over the ridges and valleys, still annoyed by the forced lack of paint. They hadn't even forced the lack of paint properly; red was clinging to life in the deepest parts of his scars, making them look worse than normal. He really had to thank them, sometime.

Any annoyances, frustrations, vague hints of anger were immediately removed when she walked in. It was her.

He immediately sat up, back as straight as he could manage with the restraints, and proceeded to watch her like a bird of prey. His empty eyes fixated on her while she spoke, deciding the angle to play, the role to take, the act to put on. She wouldn't believe anything innocent and he couldn't use a tragedy on her--there was no dog chasing cars in the room with them--so he needed to figure out something.

Shifting in his seat, trying to get comfortable in his restraints, he took a breath. "When'll he be back?" He didn't care, but he wanted anything he gave to feel hard-earned, like there was a connection or uncertainty that'd been overcome.

Speaking of uncertainty, he paused the fidgetting as if a thought had occurred to him, his eyes flicking to the table between them before returning to her face, a squint coming. "I-Is he coming back?" His head turned slightly, tilting to one side in the movement to punctuate the question while his tongue darted out to dampen the right side of his mouth. "We were getting..." He smacked his lips loudly while thinking of the right word to purr out, his tone somewhere between danger and contentment. "comfortable."

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“Oh- well didn’t he think you were dead? Don’t get me wrong. That’s still a shitty thing to do. Ya know what… all this can be set to the side. Ya wanna go spend the Joker’s money? The bastard’s dead and I knew where he kept most of his shit. There’s a good bar nearby and you’re probably old enough to drink now right?” Harley asks.

Harley skips into the warehouse swinging a baseball bat.

“A tisket- a tasket- a red an’ yellow basket-“ she sings.

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the arkham Knight cursed jumping before swinging around to hit her without relizing

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“It’s a big club. I’m actually making t shirts. What are ya size medium?” Harley asks.

“This is just candy and an excuse to talk to you. What happened with Batman? You good kid? You don’t seem much like you anymore.” She sounds genuinely concerned because she is.

She sits on the table right next to him, swinging her legs.

Harley skips into the warehouse swinging a baseball bat.

“A tisket- a tasket- a red an’ yellow basket-“ she sings.

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the arkham Knight cursed jumping before swinging around to hit her without relizing

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“Clearly…” she walks over to a clear end of the table and dumps her bag onto it. Setting her sandwich down as well.

Several bottles of prescription drugs roll out.

“Uhhhhh…. Yeah this one. I think I got a water here too….”

She hands him a bottle of water and a bottle of pills.

“It’s for delusions. And to calm ya down.” She smiles.

The bottle of pills is full of smarties.

“So are you gunna tell me what the hell is goin on or do I gotta pull a doctor and start analyzing ya?”

Harley skips into the warehouse swinging a baseball bat.

“A tisket- a tasket- a red an’ yellow basket-“ she sings.

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the arkham Knight cursed jumping before swinging around to hit her without relizing

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She waits and then walks over to him.

“Not Batman right???” She asks with concern.

“Do you wanna talk about it?”

Harley skips into the warehouse swinging a baseball bat.

“A tisket- a tasket- a red an’ yellow basket-“ she sings.

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the arkham Knight cursed jumping before swinging around to hit her without relizing

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“You got a certain smell and you walk like a batkid.” Harley shrugs. Opening her sandwich.

“Want some?” She asks with her mouth full.

Harley skips into the warehouse swinging a baseball bat.

“A tisket- a tasket- a red an’ yellow basket-“ she sings.

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the arkham Knight cursed jumping before swinging around to hit her without relizing

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“Ouch! Jeeze Louise! Who pissed in your cornflakes… oh it’s you… uh- hi.” She waves awkwardly.

“Uh- I thought this was an empty building and honestly I just wanted a place to eat my sandwich… I ain’t here to hurt anyone.”

Harley skips into the warehouse swinging a baseball bat.

“A tisket- a tasket- a red an’ yellow basket-“ she sings.

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the arkham Knight cursed jumping before swinging around to hit her without relizing

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“No I wasn’t there. And when I saw it Ivy and I drove like a bat out of hell to get there. But Bruce got there before we could and hauled him off to jail.” She sighs.

“So we make a deal with Satan himself or something. There’s gotta be something we can do.”

“He didn’t replace you Jason. He didn’t even want another Robin. His depression and anxiety skyrocketed. It was hell in Gotham for everyone involved.”

“And then this kid showed up out of freaking nowhere and basically wore Bruce down into adopting him. He also dragged me there for weekly appointments with Bruce. I like to think we both helped him but it was mostly the kid. I was a bad reminder.”

Harley is humming to herself as she eats from a can of icing.

She pauses as she hears some people fighting.

She sighs, sets her icing down in the sidewalk and goes into the alley grabbing a pipe as she walks over to them.

“Oh hey little red riding hood! Who’s ass are we kicking?”

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"This isn't your problem, Harley! Go home!" Jason says as he dodges what appears to be a samurai sword, weilded by a small child no older than seven years old. "Knock it off, Kid, I went through the same training you did and I'm older!"

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She flinches when he brings up his death. Before looking down at her hands.

“I’m so sorry Jason… how do I even… of all the people I screwed over for that asshole. You’re the one I regret most.”

She’s deadly serious and it shows. She’s not quipping or messing around.

“After I had Lucy I knew I had to go… I was gone for nine months and he didn’t even notice. Or if he did he didn’t show he cared. How screwed up is it that it took that for the rose coloured glasses to break huh?”

“I’m any case. If you ever need anyone to do sketchy shit with count me in. I owe you.”

Harley is humming to herself as she eats from a can of icing.

She pauses as she hears some people fighting.

She sighs, sets her icing down in the sidewalk and goes into the alley grabbing a pipe as she walks over to them.

“Oh hey little red riding hood! Who’s ass are we kicking?”

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"This isn't your problem, Harley! Go home!" Jason says as he dodges what appears to be a samurai sword, weilded by a small child no older than seven years old. "Knock it off, Kid, I went through the same training you did and I'm older!"

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“Not really. I eat better now than I did as a kid. Got my own money to buy my own food. And a safe place to eat it.” Harley smiles.

“So how are you taking this whole being a brother thing?”

Harley is humming to herself as she eats from a can of icing.

She pauses as she hears some people fighting.

She sighs, sets her icing down in the sidewalk and goes into the alley grabbing a pipe as she walks over to them.

“Oh hey little red riding hood! Who’s ass are we kicking?”

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"This isn't your problem, Harley! Go home!" Jason says as he dodges what appears to be a samurai sword, weilded by a small child no older than seven years old. "Knock it off, Kid, I went through the same training you did and I'm older!"

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“You kiddin? Neither of you are getting this back. It’s mine now.” Harley replies.

“Yeah, it’s fine I’ve eaten worse.”

Harley is humming to herself as she eats from a can of icing.

She pauses as she hears some people fighting.

She sighs, sets her icing down in the sidewalk and goes into the alley grabbing a pipe as she walks over to them.

“Oh hey little red riding hood! Who’s ass are we kicking?”

@property-of-me

"This isn't your problem, Harley! Go home!" Jason says as he dodges what appears to be a samurai sword, weilded by a small child no older than seven years old. "Knock it off, Kid, I went through the same training you did and I'm older!"