Post by Harley Quinn on Aug 1, 2010 1:54:01 GMT
Harley came home fuming. She had finally seen Crane but he had worse than useless on dealing with Dent's threat and she hadn't felt her workload lighten at all. For all the time he'd been missing in action, Harley had wanted Crane to return and now he had, she wished he'd bugger off again or make himself useful at least. Her rage against her boss caused Harley to slam her door shut on arrival, dropping her bag and jacket within a second, not bothering to put them away properly. Padding across the small apartment, she paused half-way to her bedroom, looking over the cramped interior.
She had purged most of the clutter that for a year had filled every available inch of floor space and yet the apartment still seemed overstuffed. All the furniture was dark wood and aquired from second hand stores so to aliveiate the gloom, Harley had tossed baby blue cushions and throws everywhere and strung little fairy lights in every other corner. It didn't really make the Narrows seem anymore happy or bright but no one could say she hadn't tried. It didn't even bother her to a great extent as her office seemed more like home than here.
After showering, Harley located some leftover Chinese food in the fridge and made her way to her bedroom. The place seemed empty with no voices around her and so she figured she may as well do some walk to fill the silence. Pulling her damp hair into high bunches to keep it out of her eyes, Harley settled in against her pillows and crossed her legs; tape recorder, food and file set out in front of her. Pressing play on the tape, the Joker's voice came echoing into her fairy-light lit room, seeming to pull the walls in closer.
'Everyone knows a joke or two. You definitely should know one, my dear Harlequin.'
Harley smirked slightly. Trust her to have paused the tape just before he said the stupid H word. She'd never shaken the connotations of high school gymnastics and yet somehow this time the name didn't anger her. Clicking her pen, she slid the Joker's file photo into view and began to write.
The patient seems determined to pull his surroundings into his delusions. If one can call them delusions at all. His obsession with humour has withstood his transferral to the asylum and the patient continues to make attempts to put a positive spin on his situation.
Looking up, Harley wound the tape on a little, pausing randomly.
'I really don't like the meds I'm on. My heart feels all fluttery, and not just when I'm with you.'
The patient also displays a good knowledge of human psycology. His attempts to win my trust through charm and flattery are not completely unique but he seems more determined than most. This determination, if not the charm itself, makes me more interested in unravelling the patient's fascinating psyche.
Twirling the pen between her fingers, Harley sighed. This case was going to kill her if she kept investing this much in it. She knew she stood to gain a lot but how much would she have to sacrifice to get to the finish line? Setting the pen down, she focused on eating, putting the plate down on the floor when she was done. Rewinding the tape, she lent stretched out on the bed, the file resting on her stomach as she pressed play. In this position it was hard for her to focus instead of letting the day's excursions get to her and soon she was drifting off to sleep, the Joker's voice playing by her ear.
She had purged most of the clutter that for a year had filled every available inch of floor space and yet the apartment still seemed overstuffed. All the furniture was dark wood and aquired from second hand stores so to aliveiate the gloom, Harley had tossed baby blue cushions and throws everywhere and strung little fairy lights in every other corner. It didn't really make the Narrows seem anymore happy or bright but no one could say she hadn't tried. It didn't even bother her to a great extent as her office seemed more like home than here.
After showering, Harley located some leftover Chinese food in the fridge and made her way to her bedroom. The place seemed empty with no voices around her and so she figured she may as well do some walk to fill the silence. Pulling her damp hair into high bunches to keep it out of her eyes, Harley settled in against her pillows and crossed her legs; tape recorder, food and file set out in front of her. Pressing play on the tape, the Joker's voice came echoing into her fairy-light lit room, seeming to pull the walls in closer.
'Everyone knows a joke or two. You definitely should know one, my dear Harlequin.'
Harley smirked slightly. Trust her to have paused the tape just before he said the stupid H word. She'd never shaken the connotations of high school gymnastics and yet somehow this time the name didn't anger her. Clicking her pen, she slid the Joker's file photo into view and began to write.
The patient seems determined to pull his surroundings into his delusions. If one can call them delusions at all. His obsession with humour has withstood his transferral to the asylum and the patient continues to make attempts to put a positive spin on his situation.
Looking up, Harley wound the tape on a little, pausing randomly.
'I really don't like the meds I'm on. My heart feels all fluttery, and not just when I'm with you.'
The patient also displays a good knowledge of human psycology. His attempts to win my trust through charm and flattery are not completely unique but he seems more determined than most. This determination, if not the charm itself, makes me more interested in unravelling the patient's fascinating psyche.
Twirling the pen between her fingers, Harley sighed. This case was going to kill her if she kept investing this much in it. She knew she stood to gain a lot but how much would she have to sacrifice to get to the finish line? Setting the pen down, she focused on eating, putting the plate down on the floor when she was done. Rewinding the tape, she lent stretched out on the bed, the file resting on her stomach as she pressed play. In this position it was hard for her to focus instead of letting the day's excursions get to her and soon she was drifting off to sleep, the Joker's voice playing by her ear.
