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 |  Subject: My Harley Quinn Fanfiction (Part Three)  Tue Jul 31, 2012 4:42 pm | |
| "Congratulations, you've made it this far. Perhaps you'll be able to free yourselves sooner than I thought." said the mysterious voice.
I had just finished the second chapter when the voice had returned. My younger self was picking her lips, a habit I had since I was little. The more she reminded me of myself the more I couldn't help but be irritated.
"You know, you're stronger than I thought you'd be. I'm looking forward to this next chapter, I hear it is quit horrid. Hahaha."
"Come on me we have to keep going." I said, beginning the third chapter.
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A nurse came up to me.
"Mr. Ferdinan would like to speak to you," she said.
She escorted me to his office, he was sitting in his big unique chair. The nurse left the room.
"Good morning Dr. Quinzel," he said.
"Good morning," I said, taking a seat.
"I have a new patient for you," he said.
"The Joker," I said.
He looked suprise that I already knew.
"Please sir, we both knowhe would be sent here and I'd be his doctor," I said.
"Yes well, I should have known you'd already know," he said.
"Why have me come to your office?"I asked.
"Because I just want to warn youabout him. He's gotten to alot of people, I've already transferred several staff membersto different hospitals because they admitted they wouldn't be able to handle it," he said.
"Oh yesI understand, by theway there's a nurse, nurseKelly that should be transferred soon. Poor thing was scared just talking about the Joker," I said.
"I'll have her transferred today. Dr. Quinzel are you up to the job?" heasked.
"I believe so," I said, confidently.
"Good, Itrust you Dr. Quinzel you may leave now," he said.
"Thank you for your concern sir," I said, and left the office.
Me: Again, I seemed to forget about the space bar a few times. Geez, how hard am I trying to make Harley seem witty or clever?
Younger Me: You know this fanfiction has been viewed over a thousand times on quizilla! Not to mention each chapter has a four to five star rating! Not to mention the messages I got that did nothing but praise it!
Me: Your point? Just because this crap was popular, and briefly by the way doesn't make it good. There is plenty of popular crap out there, like fucking Twilight. Not to mention, you rated those chapters to five stars first so they'd get more views. Did you think I wouldn't remember that?
Younger Me: TWILIGHT DOES NOT SUCK!!!!  IT'S AWESOME!!!!
Me: SAY THAT AGAIN!!! I DARE YOU!!!! Younger Me:...I'm sorry...p-please don't hurt me! - Quote :
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My office had no windows or cameras, was all white, even the furniture, and of flourisinte lighting. I waited patiently sitting at my desk,with a notebook, tape recorder,andred pen to write in during the session. I usually would fill up an entire notebook by the end of the month with one patient.They brought in the Joker in a straight jacket and his make-up washed off. He was fighting back this time, he even seemed happy to see me. I was suprised at how physically attractive he was even with the scars on his face.
"Take him out of the jacket," I said.
"What?" the worker said.
"You heard me," I said.
"Mam you do know who this is right?"he said.
"I'm aware, but I told you to take him out of the jacket," I said.
"But Mam-" he said.
"Lookthere's a reason he's MY patient! If I say take off the damn jacket, then take it off!" I ordered.
"Alright!" he said, taking off the jacket and left.
Me: SPACE BAR! GOD DAMNIT! FUCKING SPACE BAR! Did I ever bother to reread this or even go over it before posting it to the internet!? Harley is a fucking moron, truly! The only reason the Joker doesn't attack her or the "workers" (because I couldn't figure out another term for them!) with a fucking pencil is because I wrote him out of character!  My eye is twitching damnit!!!!
Younger Me: I love this next part!  - Quote :
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The joker streched out his arms.
"It feels nice to move my arm freely again. They've kept me in that thing since last night when they caught me." he said.
"Nice to know you're comfortable now, please have a seat." I said, offering the chair across from me.
He turned the chair so it would face the opposite way and then sat in it backwards with his arms crossed. I turned on the tape recorder and got my pen ready to write.
"So what fun things are we gonna do today!" he said, sarcastically.
"Just talk, don't worry I'm not going to show you ink blobs on paper," I said.
He laughed, then made a serious face and pointed to his scars.
"Wanna know how I got these scars?" he asked.
"Alright, which story are you going to tell me? The abusive father that murdered your mother with a knife and then carved your face? Or the one about your wife that was in an accident and was badly scarred so you cut your face to so she wouldn't be alone?" I asked, smiling with my hand on my chin.
"Aah, you've been doing your homework early, Doctor Quinzel," he said.
"Why don't you tell me why you change the story about your scars," I asked.
"Well I figure if I'm gonna have a past it should be multiple choice," he said.
I quickly took notes as he spoke.
"Say, what's your first name?" he asked.
"Harleen," I said.
"Tell me Harleen, were you on one of the boats I was gonna blow up?" he asked.
"Yes," I said.
"We're you scared?" he asked.
"I was frightened my life would end, yes. However I didn't see how my life was worth anymore than the criminals on the other boat," I said.
Me: Bullshit, I know for a fact that I would have been one of the people to say blown those fuckers up to save my own ass! Harley is lying to herself. Younger Me: She is not! She's a good person! Me: How naive you still are, even good people are selfish and especially in dangerous situations.
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- He pondered for a moment.
"Why do you think I did it?" he asked, smiling.
"Because you wanted to prove to everyone that they were no different from you," I said.
"Tell me, were they," he asked.
"Yes, everyone wanted to blow up the other boat. But no one could bring themselves to do it," I said.
"How old are you?" he asked, changing the subject.
"Twenty-eight," I said.
"You know for twenty-eight you look sixteen," he said.
"I get that often, everytime I want to get into a club they ask for an ID," I said
I was breaking the rules of being a therapist, I was telling him about me. You're not suppose to reveal anything about yourself,it aloud an opening into your mind. The point of being a therapist is to get inside the patient's mind. But me, I'd been breaking the rules since I first started working in the field. You just have to be careful in what you reveal.When you're trying to get into someone else's mind you they think of it as playing a game and you'll lose if you don't play your cards right. It's like poker you can only reveal what you want when it's your turn, or you bluff risking losing or a chance at winning. But I knew the game of poker very well, the Joker would be my toughed compotision yet.For he knew the game just as well as I did and he wasn't going to go easy on me.
"You were voted the best therapist in all of Gotham," he declared, clapping half-heartedly.
"Yes, I take it you read the paper," I said.
"Everyday, you gotta know what's going on in your city after all," he said.
"What makes it your city?" I asked.
"Because everyone fears me! No one in the city doesn't know who I am!" he said. Me: Um, no...The Joker never claimed Gotham City as his own because everyone knew who he was and was shitting their pants.
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- "I don't fear you, neither does Batman," I said.
"Batman is just my play-mate! Of course he isn't afraid of me! But why aren't you?" he asked.
"Because you're like everyone else, you're just as much a threat to my life as someone walking past me on the street," I said.
He stayed silent, he didn't know what to say next. This was good, I'd hit a barrierandmy hand was good in the game.
"That'll be all for today," I said.
Me: Recently I've been reacquainted with Batman: The Animated Series and just yesterday watched the episode "Mad Love", this episode centers on how Harleen Quinzel became Harley Quinn. I was surprised at how similar some of the dialogue from this scene was from the episode. Particularly when the Joker pokes at Harleen's name similarity to Harlequin. Of course the show did it much better than me, anyone reading should go look it up on youtube right now. Yeah, space bars...fucking space bars...moving on...there is all kinds of contrived shit in this dialogue and Harley's "genius" poker skills. 
Younger Me: Really! I must be psychic to have done that and never seen that episode!
Me:..No, you are not psychic. There are no such things as psychic.
Younger Me: What! You! You don't believe anymore!
Me: Nope, not in psychic, ghosts, or god(s).
Younger Me: But the world is going to end in 2012! The earth will be reborn!
My hand covered my face in shame. I had tried to put those embarassing years of being in a little high school "cult" of sorts behind me that believed in that sort of shit...
Younger Me: What do you mean that sort of thing! My friends are not a cult!
Me: Would you shut up! You're embarassing me! | |
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