Arkham Days

My room was destroyed. The white padded walls had been hacked into. The borrowed books were missing, my guess Nigma took them before damage could be done. My sheets and pillows were torn and tossed about, and all over everything were spray painted bright red 'HA!'s that terrorized me from my door. I turned to the crowd in the center of the room were the prisoners all huddled around the Joker who sat reclined in a chair his feet propped on some poor inmate who sat head bowed on the floor. The Joker puckered his lips in a mocking kiss, as I stood feet froze in front of the room, he didn't even deny destroying. I clenched my fists and started my march. If he thought that I was going to let him get away with this he was wrong. Before I knew it there he was right in front of me not moving from his chair.



"Like it-ta?" His head moved awkwardly, his looking up to greet mine. "I thought you'd like a bit of color." He laughed his body lunging forward in an odd form to match the unusualness of his voice.



"I don't think it's funny." My voice was flat and firm, I had trembled once in his presence before I wasn't letting that happen again. His scars crinkled up as his lips formed a grin. "Clean it up. It better be done before I get back."



I turned on my heel not waiting for a response. I made my way to the guards who had already started opening the door to take me to my appointment.



"You shouldn't take things so seriously!" His voice echoed across the room, the abruptness causing me to halt in place.



I took a deep breath, straightening my back and threw my head up as I continued on my way trying to tone out the sound of his cackling laughter as I stepped through the door. Thankfully, the sound was immediately cut off as the door shut back behind us. The guards lead me down the long white hall, and finally pointed me in past a steel door, pulling it shut and locking it behind me.



"Hello there Miss.." I turned to stand facing my new doctor. She smiled sweetly as she consulted her papers in search for my name. She had bright blonde hair that was pulled back into a bun. On her nose set thin rimmed black glasses, that shielded her vivid blue eyes.



"Crow." I walked towards her desk. "Everyone here calls me crow."



"Crow," she repeated. She walked towards me her hand outstretched the smile still holding on her lips. Something bothered me about it though. I couldn't place it, but something about her eyes made me think that smile, wasn't real.



"Have a seat!" Her voice gave a squeak as she pointed to a seat across from her. "How about heart to heart with Harley, shall we?"* I smiled uneasily taking the seat across from her, curling my feet into an indian style which sat comfortably in the over sized chair.



"Harley?" She nodded. "Where did you study?"



"Concord Law." I couldn't tell how long I'd be able to listen to her. She had an interesting accent, but the nasal-iness of it was beginning to grate on my nerves.



"Really? Never heard of it. You been working here long?"



"Eh, that's no surprise it's an online school." She pursed her lips lightly apparently stung by the comment. "I've not been here long. I'm an intern. And gosh can I pick'em though! There are so many different minds to study here! Some of 'em are complete wack-jobs if you ask me, but some of 'em..." She let out a sigh as she slunk back in her chair staring off into the distance. I jolted in my chair as she sat up completely straight in her chair, her hands shooting out and enveloping mine in her soft ivory palms. "But we're here to talk about you! So tell me all about it!"



"Eh," I glanced around awkwardly. She definitely wasn't what I was used to. Dr. Rhyne typically sat back in his chair, pad and pen at the ready asking me a set list of questions he had already had out and addressing any issues I had the previous week, all ending back at the original problem, that I couldn't remember who I was. Her approach was more like the high school cheerleader best friend, who was determined to get every last bit of gossip out of you.



"Well, I...can't remember who I am?" It came out more of a question than originally intended, but her enthusiasm was slightly overwhelming.



"Not that silly! I know you can't remember who you are. I read that in your file! I want to know about you, and everything you've been experiencing here! Lets talk boys, puddin'!" She giggled.



"Boys?" Was she serious? My psychiatrist wanted to chat about...boys.



"Ya, of course. What else is there more for a girl." Well I guess she kinda had a point.



"Okay," I shifted awkwardly in my seat. "Where should I start?"



"Well, is there anyone you like?" She slide her seat close to mine pulling her feet into the chair as well.



"Kinda I guess." She jumped with excitement flapping her hands up and down encouraging me to continue on. "He's well, he's really nice to me, and he's really gone out of his way to make things comfortable for me since I've got here."



"Ohhhh, he sounds great! He good lookin'?" I nodded an affirmation, feeling the color rush into my cheeks as I smiled. "So what's his name?"



"Oh, I'd...I'd rather not use names if that's alright." I sat up looking around as though expected some kind of "tattle-police" to be hovering around. "I don't want to get anyone in trouble."



"Oh that's fine with me. I'm not tellin' anyone." She smiled continuing her former gesture of hand touching. "Well what about it? Anyone else made any advances?"



"Actually," she leaned in towards me. " There has been one guy. He sees me all the time and ever since I've got here he has been a total.." I leaned in bringing my hand up along side my mouth as she leaned in like it was some big secret,"ass."



"No," she sat back a shocked look on her face.



"Ya, he totally has. And now out of no where," my hands shot out above my head in some vague attempt to emphasis how large no where was, "he decides he likes me and now he won't leave me alone!"



"Well, you know what they say! If he teases ya, he likes ya!" She jotted some things down on her note pad.



"And then there's the new guy too."



"New guy?" She pulled forward alarmingly fast, her hands on either side of my chair.



"Ya, the new guy." I said sliding back further in my seat. "He's been bugging me too. But not in the way the other guy bothers me."



"Oh? In what way?" There was a twinkle of interest in her eyes.



"In the creepy way." I narrowed my eyes. There was something a little off about her. I tried to slide away, but her grasp on my chair remained firm. That's when I saw it, the single rose and vase on the edge of her desk with a little card reading 'Come down and see me sometime -J'. She followed my line of sight, then leaned back into her chair.



"Dunno how it got in here." she said shrugging it off. "It's a good opportunity though. I've always wanted to write one of those big selling tell all books, ya know? Anyways times up! Until later puddin'! Time for the next client!" She got up from her chair returning behind her desk, with a light wave a guard walked in taking my arm to escort me out of the room. I kept my eyes glued to the floor as I stepped through the door way, yelling as the guard pulled me to the side. I glanced up to see I had almost run into another guard.



"Oh sorry." The guard smiled back at me, before turning back and jerking his arm forwards. I could hear the clink of chains and the pounding of footsteps as a figure walked its way around the guard, only to greet me with a crooked grin.



"Well hello there sweetums." The following cackle sent shivers down my spine. The guard directed the chained man towards the excited Dr. Quinzel.



"Mr. J!" The guard stood to the side leaving the Dr. Quinzel sealed inside with the most frightening man in Gotham.







Author's Notes



I had trouble finding the right place to end this chapter. So there will be lots of "Lemons" later, it's just finding the right place to add them in. I'm definitely looking at Scarecrow/OC, but I do have a love for Owen so I want to find a way to hint him in later, with out Crow turning into a huge slut. I don't know if this will have any Joker/OC, but there is still the possibility, and I've never done Joker/Harley before so that could be new. Maybe : / I'm not sure if I want to go full blown on that or not.



*that line of Harley's was actually a reference to her appearance in "The Batman" series, were she had a talk show. I watched Batman: the Animated Series growing up so that was the Harley I was used to, but I thought the talk show idea was very her.