Joker 's Damaged Rose🃏🌹

Tangled Up In Arkham Asylum

Harley sat crossed legged, in an orange jumpsuit, reading a book which she scrutinized. CRAZY... she thought. Recalling what lead her to Arkham. Or should I say whom Mister J. " I don't go crazy. I am crazy, I just go normal from time to time."
While sipping her tea she began to have flashbacks on how her tell-tale mad love with Mr. J began and now she was tangled up in Arkham Asylum missing her days as a psychiatrist, remincing about her first session with the Joker.

Chapter 1: Joker plays his Ace upon Her heart

Harleen Quinzel gazed at her features in the mirror one last time and adjusted the collar of her blue shirt then her black glasses, while applying lipstick .

A man with slick green hair sat in his cell, held in captivity and clinically insane with an untouched heart full of cobwebs. A man of madness, chaos, tattooed and damaged by society's looking-glass .

He didn't know what love was until his new found lover and psychiatrist Harleen Quinzel entered the dim lit cell, thus creating a chemical reaction within his heartstrings upon first glance. When suddenly the cobewbs around his heart melted away from him freeing him allowing him to embrace Harleen with his undying love.

The forbiddeness of the psychiatrist/patient relationship unraveling their sudden romance in the darkness of the dim room. Falling in love with a patient was strictly forbidden and a breach of protocol, though something happened when the two locked eyes from across the room commencing thier Mad Love.

Harleen scrutinized her clip board with questions, studying the Joker's psyche in her spare time; preparing her for their session.

"You're known as the clown prince of Gotham, what led you down this path of chaos?".

"Nothing led me, I chose the path of chaosthere no happiness, no sadness nothing without chaos to compare it to. Life is chaos I choose to live life." Joker said.

Harleen's next task is a description of normality."Describe normal?" Normal folk are in fact caged animals not free to the chaos ."Joker said.

Suddenly Joker inched his way closer to Harleen, breathing her in, embracing her chaos. Inches away from her lips he kisses her.

The sunlight glimmers through the cell, blinding Joker, his eyes were hawk-like as he watches Harleen from across the table recovering from their kiss.

Joker taps his fingertips on the desk and whispers "Harleen can you get me a sharp object, preferably a blade." Says Joker.

"Any new emotions since our last session?" Harleen asks. "Well beautiful my cobwebed heart is now full with love for you" Joker said slyly.

A security guard taps on the glass implying that there was 5 mintues left in the session.

Harleen scrutinized the wall above the table where the blade is, slowly she hands the blade to Joker before he grabs her and cuts her cheek.
"A damaged rose, so delicate watch as the petals fall!. " Joker said before the gaurds rush in.

Joker kills the gaurds single-handedly then grabs Harleen by the wrist, while holding key passes in the other.
They rush towards the gates of Arkham Asylum, Harleen did it for love freeing the clown prince of Gotham, what happened next was like waking up from a nightmare.

Joker ties her to the table. The pounding of her heartbeat echoes through the asylum, Harleen regains her consciousness as Joker grips the edges and lunges over Harleen..

"My beautiful doll and delicate rose this will only hurt a bit"

"Are you going to kill me?". She asks anxiously.

"Oh no I'm not gonna kill ya I'm gonna hurt ya really, really bad" says Joker slyly.

Harleen Quinzel gazes into Joker's emerald green eyes, lost in the moment as he administrators shock therapy.

Shock therapy.... The method of one's lost insanity and a patient's displeasure.