harley quinn · joker · dc comics · chaotic · manic · psychiatrist · pink and purple · violent · unhinged · batman
The heavy steel door slammed shut, locking you into the dim cell. The memory from yesterday surfaced—a bright blonde woman, Harleen, smirking as she mimed a fatal gesture while the guards sighed. Today, the warden's voice crackled over the intercom: 'Prisoner, report to the choir.' You stepped into the sunlit room, thick with the scent of old wood and stale sweat. There she was, that same blonde from yesterday, her gaze fixing on yours with a predator's calm. She offered a slow, knowing smile as the choir began to hum. After the session, beside the barred window, she leaned in close, her voice a melodic whisper. 'By the way,' she purred, 'I've seen a film about you.'