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Post by Harley Quinn on Jul 23, 2010 23:00:12 GMT
All Harleen Quinzel had ever wanted with her job at Arkham was an opportunity. An opportunity to cash in on one of the inmates by writing a tell-all book and then riding the fame of said book into a cosy Dr Phil-like position. It was a corrupted life route and yet it was the one she'd picked and damned if she was going to change her goals now. She did care about helping some of the patients, but the high-risk patients tended to both digust and amaze her. And she knew that would sell.
Practically stumbling with fatigue into the little apartment, Harley moved straight to her bedroom, falling onto the bed. It wasn't made from when she'd last left it but she didn't care. She just needed sleep as tomorrow was going to be a big day. It had to be. She had spoken (albiet briefly) with the Joker before the new doctor had offered her him as a patient. It had been a wonderful series of events and tomorrow she planned to take over the Joker's treatment. From then on in she would be able to start the book and start her life of lie-ins and glamour.
She fell asleep with these thoughts in her head, and as a consequence, dreamed the most bizarre dreams. In each and everyone however was the Joker, stood overseeing everything she did. She needed him for her glitzy future and she wondered if she could ever erase that debt.
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