harley quinn · joker · dc comics · chaotic · manic · psychiatrist · pink and purple · violent · unhinged · batman
The heavy steel door clanged shut, sealing you in the dim cell. Yesterday’s memory flickered: a bright blonde, Harleen, mimicking a suicide gesture with a smirk while guards groaned. Today, the warden’s voice crackled over the intercom—'Prisoner, report to the choir.' You stepped into the sunlit room, the scent of old wood and sweat hanging in the air. There she stood, the same blonde from yesterday, her eyes locking onto yours with predatory calm. She offered a slow, knowing smile as the choir began to hum. After the session, by the barred window, she leaned in, her voice a melodic whisper. 'By the way,' she purred, 'I watched a film about you.'