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 |  Subject: My Harley Quinn Fanfiction (Part Four)  Tue Jul 31, 2012 5:10 pm | |
| "Are you having fun yet?" asked the voice.
"A fucking blast..." I said.
"I'm beginning to enjoy how upset this makes you." said the younger me.
I glared at that vapid gothic me, just wait until she is my age she'll regret it. I'd bet my life on it.
"No I won't," she snapped.
"Oh yes you will." I said, then began the next chapter. - Quote :
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I put the tape recorder close to my mouth.
"Patient #11 remains to be reluctant to tell me of his past. He continues to change the story, however the story he tells the most is of an abusive father. I assume that is the most likely true story he has told," I said, and stopped recording.
I looked over at my alarm clock, it was 11:47. I sighed; I needed to get some sleep. I had work the next day.
Me: Sure would be nice to actually see her and the Joker going back and forth with dialogue. Rather than have Harleen talk about it. Exposition much!? Younger Me: What do you mean by exposition? Me:.. It means you're telling us what happened rather than showing us... Younger Me: But it'd take too long to do that! Plus, I couldn't come up with anything! Me: This is why you fail, so very hard... - Quote :
- I lived in an apartment in downtown Gotham City, I know it’s little odd for a very well paid doctor to be living in some tiny apartment in the worst part of the city. But that way I lived close to work. What would be the point of living in the suburbs in a big expensive house I didn’t have myself a family to take care of? I didn’t have to worry too much about living in a dangerous neighborhood because I was licensed to carry a gun, tazor, and pepper spray. I’m also a blackbelt in karate and had plenty of muscle to back that up, so I really didn’t have to worry very much.
Me: Alright it makes sense that the Harley Quinn I know from the series would be skilled at probably gymnastics, bomb making, and handling guns. But this is overkill, too much description of the things she can do and it is very Mary-Sue like. - Quote :
- It has been six months since my first session with the Joker; at this point I honestly don't know who’s better at this game. I've filled over nine notebooks with notes about him; they're starting to become more like diaries. The more I get sucked into this little game of ours the more I seem to be more and more intranced by him. I hardly see any of my other patients anymore, some of them I have other staff take care of. Even though this is getting more dangerous as it goes, I feel I must continue to go further with this.
"You look tired Harley," he said, sitting across from me.
He started calling me by a nickname he made for me couple of months ago, and he has revealed to me that his first name is Jack. I haven’t told anyone what we talk about during our sessions, especially about my new nickname or his name. I call him by Jack sometimes, like I know him like a friend. I feel like we're friends? Are we?
Me: I can kind of see what I was trying to do with this, developing Harleen's gradual infatuation with the Joker. But I know this is the only chapter I wrote to do this and it's very brief. A psychotic patient getting into his doctors head needs more time to develop and more showing instead of telling. It would've been nice to see what happened during those six months. But let me guess... Younger Me:...It would've taken too long...Oh come on! I wanted to get into the romance! Me: I know, but you still fail. Younger me: Why am I so fucking mean! Waaah! - Quote :
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"I was up late, working on my notebooks and recording my thoughts on tape recorders too," I said.
"You work too much, you should set aside some time for yourself," he said.
I used to all the time, I'd go out with a few friends to a club, date a couple of guys here and there. But now I don't talk to my friends very often and on my weekends I'll work over time for more sessions with him.
"There really isn't much to do," I said.
"You know you'd look cute with pigtails," he said.
Me: Sudden change in subject much?
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- "Really?" I said.
"Yeah, you'd look like a doll," he said.
"I always thought you look good with your clown make-up," I said.
"Oh yeah?" he asked.
"Yeah, your suit went very nicely with it too," I said.
He giggled a little bit, and then looked down at the floor. He seemed to be thinking hard about something.
"Do you have a boyfriend?" he muttered.
"What?" I said.
Suddenly my common sense kicked in and I realized that the game had gone too far now. I quickly stood up and walked over to the door, placing my hand on the handle.
Me: What? NOW YOU REALIZE THINGS HAVE GOTTEN TOO FAR!!?? WORST SHRIENK EVER!!!!!! Younger Me:
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- "I think today's session is over," I said.
"What? But I just got here," he said.
"Please leave," I said, like I was backing out of a one night stand.
He got up, I opened the door for him and for a moment he just stood there staring at me. He'd never just stared at me before, he seemed...to be...I don't know.
"See ya Harley," he said.
"Good bye Mr. Joker," I said, and for a moment I stared back at him as he walked out the door.
I too stared at him as I watched him be escorted by a staff member, in hand-coffs. I kept staring as he looked behind him and locked his eyes with mine. I couldn't stop until he was gone...and...he didn't stop staring either.
Me: ...Really, him asking Harley if she has a boyfriend draws the line for her. You know I don't think that would matter to the Joker, he'd manipulate and charm his way into her head whether or not she had a boyfriend.
Younger Me: He letting her know he's interested.
Me: That has already been established prior to him asking. It isn't needed, it's silly. - Quote :
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After that I went straight to the gym and beat the shit out of a punching bag. I was so frustrated with Jack-the Joker and he had said. Damnit I shouldn't even be thinking about it! He's a patient, and shouldn't be anything more to me! The other people at the gym all stared at me, I didn't care. I was too busy thinking about him. The bastard, I'd let him into my head!
I canceled all the next several weeks of sessions with him. I was going on vacation. I think I'll go out into the country and visit my Grandmother. Maybe I'll be able to clear my mind then. Maybe I'll be able to stop thinking about him.
But first I needed a night out at the club! On my way back home from the gym, I called up my friend Grace.
“Hello?” she said.
“Hey Grace!” I said, perky like.
“Harleen?” she said, as if she wasn’t sure who I was.
“Of course it’s me silly!” I said.
“Oh, I didn’t expect a call from you,” she said.
“I know I’ve been really busy. But good news I’ve got some time off work and I was wondering if you’d like to go out to the club tonight!?” I asked.
There was a long pause for a moment.
“Grace?” I said.
“Sorry for the awkward silence, it’s just I haven’t heard from you in so long. Did you like die and suddenly come back to life?” she said.
I laughed aloud in the phone, she was silent again.
“Dude what is up with you?” I asked.
“I’ve never heard you laugh like that before,” she said.
Then I was silent, my laugh had changed? I really did need a vacation.
“Anyways, I’d love to go out tonight. I’ll call up some of the other girls and see if they’d like to come. We’ll meet up at the club at around 9:30, ok?” she said.
“…Ok…”I said, I hung up before she could say good bye.
I was starting to get worried more and more about myself. What was with me? I felt like myself, but yet I was changing. Changing in such a way, even I was frightened by it. I felt like I were a caterpillar inside a cocoon. But would I turn into? A butterfly that lives in sunlight? Or a moth that flies in darkness yet is crazily attracted to light? What was I becoming?
Me: Harley Quinn says dude, or more like I say dude and I didn't consider that when I wrote it. Can I be anymore pretentious with the butterfly/moth metaphor?
Younger Me: What does pretentious mean?
Me: ...I'll explain it later. - Quote :
- That night when I returned home at 1:00 am, I crashed into bed without changing into my pjs. I was too drunk from so many tequila shots.
Me: Would be nice to see how Harley interact more with other people, it would make the Grace character not seem so useless. Plus if readers are suppose to feel sympathy for her it won't be very effect unless they can relate to her, and again actually see how her interactions with normal people has changed. Anyways, there's only three chapters left...Younger Me: So what does pretentious mean? | |
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