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Building up or breaking down of Harleen Quinzel	By : Risen86 Category: DC Verse Comics > Suicide Squad Views: 6735 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Suicide Squad, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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By the time I reach the examination room Joker is already sitting there with his elbows on his knees and his hands clasped. He makes no movement as I sit at the table in front of him but I can feel his eyes on me like lasers on my skin. I slap his file on the table violently and then, remembering that I need to remain professional, I place my cup of coffee and voice recorder down much more calmly.
“Is something wrong Dr. Toots, you seem upset.” My grip on the coffee mug tightens reflexively and I spit out at him “Don’t call me Dr. Toots, show some respect!”
“Oh well, we are definitely upset today.” He smirks at me “Whatever could have happened?” Refusing to be drawn in again by his goading I hit the record button to start the session.
“We had an agreement Mr. Joker.” The statement makes me feel very stupid suddenly. I made an agreement with the Joker? He set me up, obviously, I don’t know how; but it’s a given that when he’s thrown in here he doesn’t lose contact with the outside world. Knowing that, am I still expecting him to hold true to his word?
“We did.” He responds, giving nothing away.
“Are you going to keep your word?” I don’t even have proof that I went; he could tell me he doesn’t believe me. He could just renege on the account that he is an asshole. I look him right in the eyes, dreading the answer that I sense I’m going to get.
He smiles widely “Of course Doctor.” I stare at him incredulously “Really?”
“Oh, don’t look at me like that, working girls need to get paid to. And you worked so hard for it.” I feel a flash of heat in my cheeks. Without thinking I grab hold of my steaming coffee and pitch it in his face. He tilts his head back, laughing hysterically, despite the scolding liquid dripping into his eyes, down his cheeks and over his lips.
“I trusted you!” I snap at him unthinking then reach over and slap the switch on the recorder to the ‘off’ position “You fucking bastard! We had a deal! You lied to me.” He’s still chuckling as he wipes his face on his shoulder and upper arm; his lips and eyes look redder than they did before but other than that he doesn’t look angry, just amused.
“Don’t be angry, I didn’t lie to you.” He wiggles in his seat still slightly hunched over ”You are fun Dr. Quinzel and I meant it when I said that I don’t want you dead. “ He leans forward conspiratorially “I was doing you a favor, you see, I know what you really want even if you don’t.”
My heart is pounding ridiculously fast I’m not sure if it’s from exhilaration or fear but whatever it is it’s got a glaze of anger. “And what is it you think I want?”
“Liberation. “ He sits up and mimics a flying bird with his shackled hands “That card, that card, it was like a carrot on a stick and you just had to reach for it. It was a big silver moon in a deep dark night, it was a beam of light shining through a pitch black cave, it was a candle flickering at the end of a long tunnel –“
“So you figured you would just snuff it out?“
“Snuff it out?” he shakes his head “No, my darling doctor, I wanna watch you set your world on fire. It would be beautiful.”
My anger flares “Lies!” I realize that he’s inciting me into an argument. I realize that I need to remove myself from the situation; I realize that I need to get out of his headspace but he’s like gravity. “This was about your misogyny!”
“Well that’s offensive, I’m not a misogynist! I’m not lyi-. “
“Offen- are you kidding me! That’s offensive? What about that woman you tried to rape?” I smack his his file on his chest “That isn’t offensive? You beat her half to death! That isn’t offensive!”
He waves his file off “Now that attempted rape thing was a complete lie. I mean really, she looked like a cross between a possum and a hyena. I have standards.”
“Stop lying to m-”
“Stop telling me I’m lying!” He explodes; I hadn’t realized I’d been standing up until I drop down into my seat. The door slams open and Graham rushes in, his tranquilizer gun trained on Joker. “Is everything alright Dr. Quinzel?”
“I hope you’ve got enough in there for a small horse because, if you don’t, it won’t work and I will use that gun to fuck you slowly.” I see Graham flinch and his steady aim quivers.
Embarrassed and wondering just how much was heard outside the door I attempt to smile reassuringly “It’s alright. I’m fine.”
“That’s right. Butt out! You’re interrupting Gray-ham.” Joker adds. We both sit in silence until Graham is out the door and it closes securely behind him.
“So you are telling me that you didn’t try to rape that woman.” My voice is lower this time “Ok, let’s say I accept that. Are you going to try to sell that you didn’t beat her either?”
“No pumpkin, I did beat that woman and, make no mistake, if I do beat a woman I don’t pull my punches. I’m just saying it’s got nothing to do with misogyny. I just have a general disdain for all human beings, men and women alike.” He states it so plainly, so matter-of-factly, that I have a hard time processing it for a second.
“Let’s talk about what this is actually about, though, Dr. Quinzel. This is about you, an outrageously sexy costume, and a single unfortunate event.”
“You set me up. I could have been killed.”
He rolls his eyes at me “Are you not listening? I don’t want you dead. That would be much too boring, you’re much more fun alive.” He smiles widely at me ”If I’m honest, I didn’t plan for you to get raped,” he shrugs “I just asked my two buddies to show up.” He stops and studies my face as if looking for some tell then he starts laughing.
“Don’t you get it darling? Can’t you see how funny that is?”
I feel a blackness come over me, it makes me want to laugh but I just smile “Yea, Mr. Joker. I can see how that’s funny.” I respond calmly. I honestly can see, he didn’t fuck anyone over; he just put everything in place and waited patiently for the universe to do the rest.
“I have something funny to show you too. Wanna see?“ I hear myself saying.
“Oh, oh yes please.” he responds.
“Guards!”
I had another visit from the doctor this morning; he came bearing a gift from JonnieJonnie. He placed a promising red file in my hand and when I cracked it open all her secrets (the dirty little things) came spilling out onto the floor like chunks of grey matter from a cracked skull. I was right, you see, the past is a chaotic place for my dear sweet Dr. Quinzel. How interesting that she has picked a career that keeps close company with chaos, but still stands apart from it. She wears her regimen and control like a black mask (wink wink) but it hasn’t taken long for it to begin slipping. It’s too bad, really, that I already have an obsession because I’d be sorely tempted to make her my new one. I guess she can be (at least while I’m in here); she is proving to be fun if nothing else.
I haven’t been able to take my eyes off her since she stormed into the room earlier. She was trying so hard to keep the anger under control, it didn’t work of course, control is such a tenuous thing. I continue to eye her now walking stiffly ahead of me; her tight pink skirt and white shear blouse are both tugging and shifting in all the right places.
Very nice…
It’s been awhile for me; in a world with so much potential for havoc who has time for the opposite sex? Women are soo demanding (nag nag nag), so emotional (drama drama drama) so distracting (sex sex sex) that I tend to just shoot them before they can get any funny ideas. Sure I notice them; I’m insane (or so I’ve been told) not blind! Yes I’ll flirt, but the joke’s on you sista because my mind’s already moved on to much battier things (get it? hahahaha). I was beginning to think that somewhere along the way to my rebirth I’d lost interest in the act altogether. You can imagine my surprise when, looking through images of Dr. Quinzel’s gymnastic competitions, I discovered a rather large tent in my pants (IT’S ALIVE!!!). Life’s full of wonderful (and not so wonderful) surprises... speaking of which:
“Dr. Quinzel, I recognize this hallway.”
“You do?” She feigns disbelief; her hips continue to sway as she marches ahead of me. Gray-ham and another guard follow closely behind us, guns at the ready.
“You would Mister Joker.” she continues then takes the few remaining steps forward and opens the door to the room at the end of the hall “you see,” she says opening the door wide for me “I don’t pull my punches either.”
I stroll in behind her and glance around. Remember what I told you about doctors prescribing shock therapy?
I laugh wildly “Dr. Quinzel! I knew you had it in you!” She doesn’t look at me; she doesn’t respond either. I can see the anger still coming off of her in waves.
“Strap him down.” She orders the guards.
“Woooo!” I yell, exhilarated by the turn of events.
“Doctor, are you sure? I mean-” Gray-ham starts.
“Yes, yes she’s sure!” I acknowledge for her. You may be thinking right about now that I must be a little masochistic, I assure you I’m not. Not per se anyway. It’s just such an upset, such complete disregard of all morality that I can’t help but want her to follow through.
“Strap him down!” she insists and I saunter over to the gurney where I lie down happily. I watch as the guards put the restraints on, quite disappointed that the doctor isn’t doing it herself. Then she gestures for the guards to leave, I can see Gray-ham (that meddling buffoon) begin to speak to her quietly, most likely trying to convince her not to follow through.
“Out!” I explode making them both jump; he scuttles out pretty quickly after that.
She doesn’t look at me as she puts on medical gloves (just plain white ones, not purple ones >insert sad face< ), or when she wheels the electroconvulsive machine towards me. I can tell her anger is waning, her eyes aren’t sparking as much and when she hovers over me she hesitates.
“Don’t you dare stop now doctor.” I whisper. She leans forward, I spoke too softly and I know she can’t hear me. Placing both hands on either side of my head she bends forward, bringing her head closer to mine.
“It’s my fault doctor” I comfort her “I brought this on myself, I can take the blame for it. Don’t you worry, just do it. None of this is your fault. You just need to prove a point, what happened at the club was not all right. Do it doctor.” She’s so close to me now that I can feel her fast breathing on my face. I lunge forward and our lips connect. She’s soft, moist and warm; all the lovely things I remember about women. Her trembling lips open instinctively to me then she jerks away in surprise.
I smile wide at her “Mmm Doctor, my friends would have had a field day with you.” Then I start laughing. Just like that the rage is back, flashing fire in her eyes.
“Hardihar, motherfucker!” me spits shoving a mouth guard between my teeth, she forgoes the anesthetic injection (wouldn’t have worked anyway) lying on the table beside her and places the two rods on either of my temples.
The pain is indescribable, I laugh harder and –
The lights are too bright when I come to and I’m not sure where I am.
“How are you feeling?” a woman’s voice, I look towards her. Blond hair, blue eyes, nice bust, very pretty…Dr. Quinzel.
“Like I just had 250 volts pinging through my brain.” My mind is decidedly lethargic and I’m finding it very unpleasant.
“God, that was insane.” She whispers, I’m sure she was talking to herself.
“In a mad mad world darlin’ the only sane response is insanity.” I mumble back to her.
“I’m truly very sorry Mister Joker. I will have another doctor take over your file going forward.”
“No, I’ll kill anyone else. I promise you that.” She’s lingering at the door. I can hear her there but I can’t see her. The lights are causing bursts of agony behind my eyes and I can’t bear to keep them open.
“I’ll get you painkillers.” She promises.
“Don’t bother, they won’t work.” There is silence for a few seconds and then I hear the doors open and shut. I’m alone.
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