“Would you die for me?
I stand on the edge of the platform facing backwards, looking at the green haired man in front of me. I remember his features for the last time as I give him a smile and started falling slowly, flying in the air. My head reached the burning grease that awaited me at the bottom and soon my whole body was covered it in, the grease burning away my flesh. I didn't care, I liked the feeling of it. I could slowly feel myself drifting away. I can finally die for my love. I felt a big splash erupt the grease as a hand grabbed my arm and pulled me to the surface. I feel something on my lips, like someone's kissing me awake. I take a deep gasp and look at the person who is holding me. It's my love. The green haired man. My puddin’…
I jolt up out of bed and gasp for air as I remembered that dream. The same dream that haunts me every night, that green haired man that I don't know of. I don't understand how I can dream of something like that and never have experienced it. I have never met that man, I never fell into a pit of boiling grease. I've done none of those things but yet that same dream still enters my mind every night for the past 6 months. Maybe I've been working at the asylum to late at nights, all those patients getting to my head.
I hopped up out of bed and walked towards my shower, undressing myself and entering the hot, steaming chamber of water. I put my head under the water and stayed there for a while, soaking up all the hotness. After what felt like forever, I got out and got dressed for work. I slipped on my black pencil skirt and a white blouse, tucking it in. I walked over to my mirror and tied my long, blonde hair up into a high ponytail making me look more professional. I walked over to where my shoes were and slipped on a pair of black heels. I grabbed whatever else I needed and headed downstairs towards my kitchen. I made myself some toast and a coffee to go. I walked towards the door, locking it behind me heading for my car. I started it and took off in the direction of my work.
I pulled up at the big, black gate that always gives me the chills when I see it. I pressed the button on the speaker waiting for someone to answer it on the inside.
“Who’s there?” A ladies voice came out through the speaker.
“Harleen Quinzel,” I stated. There was a buzz then the big gate opened before me, granting me access. I drove on through and parked my car out the front of the doors. I hopped out and grabbed all my stuff, locking my car and walking towards the huge double doors giving it a quick knock, followed by someone greeting me from the inside.
“Ah Harleen, welcome back,” a tall, black haired man said. That's my boss Oliver.
“It's nice to be back,” I replied with a smile. I walked down a long corridor and entered the first door on the left which was my office. I put all my stuff on my desk and sat down. Five minutes later, there was a knock on my door.
“Come in,” I said. The door opened and a woman entered.
“Oh Angelina hi, what can I do for you?” I asked her.
“I just wanted to let you know that you've been assigned to a new patient today,” she told me.
“Oh, so I don't have Elizabeth today?” I questioned.
“No, unfortunately Elizabeth committed suicide last night,” she looked at me with an apologetic look.
“Oh my gosh, that's terrible,” I added.
“Yes it is. So now we've put you on a new person and he likes to be called Mr. J,” she stated.
“Okay will he be joining me in my office?” I asked.
“No… He's actually locked up in restraints. This ones a real crazy one,” she looked at me a little scared.
“Okay well if you could give me the directions on where he is then I'll be over there soon,” I smiled at her. Let's just hope this ones not too bad. She jotted down on a piece of paper where this Mr. J is and then handed it to me. I took it from her and said thank you as she exited my office. This patient must be new. I've never heard of him before. I read the piece of paper and realised that they were sending me to a part of the Asylum I haven't been to before. Shouldn't be too bad.
I grabbed my paperwork that I needed and left my office closing the door behind me. I walked towards the elevator and pressed the up button. A second later, the elevator came to my stop and the doors opened. I stepped inside and pressed the second floor button. The doors closed and the elevator went up. Once it stopped, I stepped out and walked down the long corridor stopping in front of a big, metal door. I took a deep breath before knocking on the door and entering. I see a tall figure sitting behind a desk in the shadows.
“H-hello, my name’s Dr. Harleen Quinzel,” I spoke up. The figure just sat there in silence.
“I'm going to be your new psychiatrist,” I spoke once again. This time the figure leaned forward, resting his arms on the desk in front of him.
“Hello Dr. Quinzel,” he spoke in a deep, raspy tone that sent shivers down my spine. That's the voice of a crazy person. I studied his features and my eyes widened in shock as I gasped. His green hair. It's exactly like the persons green hair in my dream.
“You…” I whispered.
Hey guys, this is the first chapter to my new story, Harley Quinn and The Joker. I really wanted to try and get this chapter out as soon as possible so I hope you like it. I know it's not as long as I usually write my chapters but I promise once I get more into the story the chapters will be longer. I hope you enjoy this chapter. Don't forget to please like, comment and share with your friends :) Thank you!!