Heart Broken into Inasity{OPEN}

[Harleen Quinzel]

Great, just great. Exactly what she had needed, right? A few broken bones, a couple of bruises and sprains, a trip to Arkham, but worst of all a broken heart. Her Joker had only been with her for such a short time this go around and was already gone. And then she was thrown back in Arkham. The only good thing about it was that she might be able to make it out in time to teach her students.

"Blech, why do I even bother. I don't even like teachin' those snot nosed little pigs," Harley growled, sitting in a corner of her cell. She rested her chin on her knees. "And my babies, oh my babies were sent to the zoo! Now I'll neveh be able to see them again."

She knew that her whining wasn't going to help anything but it made her feel a bitter better. She hated this place, it was no fun without her Puddin' or Red to talk to. Yeah, like they'd let her even talk to them, she wasn't even allowed in the 'rec room' due to fear of her escaping.

"If only I'dda neveh met 'im. Then I wouldn't be in this mess. I neveh would have been this gal. I'd still be workin' here." Harls tried to think like this, hoping it would make her feel a bit better... but it only made things worse.

A few tear drops rolled down her cheek, soon followed by a whole stream of them. "Won't you please come back?" she softly whimpered.

[Drew Wallace]

Arkham Asylum had always freaked out Drew. Most likely because it was where all of the vicious criminals were locked up, all of them in one place. He could only imagine what it could have been like to be an insane criminal locked away with othet insane criminals. He shuttered at the thought, before walking up the stairs towards the entrance.

He had an appointment. Or more like a meeting with one of the inhabitants. It was weird, because a couple of days ago she was teaching at South High, and now, she was in Arkham. I mean, she did teach Psychology, so I guess it might make sense that she was crazy, but she seemed so calm in school.

Anyway, Drew had come to see her because he thought maybe she could help him with her condition. Well, it wasn't exactly a condition, it was just that he had killed someone and he was wondering if she had any tips on coping with it. Thats all, it wasn't anything really serious. Drew tried to think that accidently killing someone wasn't serious, but there was no luck.

He finished talking to the woman behind the desk, and was led down to where the inhabitants were kept, and some of them looked really...strange. Finally, they stopped at the cell which belonged to the person he was looking for. "Hi, Miss Quinzel," Drew said, kind of awkwardly, but it was weird seeing her here. That was before he had gotten a good look at her.

"Are you okay?!"

[Harleen Quinzel]

Quinn was still crying a bit when she could have sworn she heard a familiar voice, one she had heard at least somewhere. But who was the question. Then again, she was probably hearing things. That was a big possibility. Anyway, she thought about the Joker a bit more, wondering why he always came to her, made her happy, and then disappeared, literally leaving this time. She at least knew that much, but still. It saddened her, if that wasn’t obvious enough. And to think that she had been working but a few short days ago.

Well, her tearing up in her own little world, almost didn’t hear when a guard past her cell and stopped, informing her that she was getting a visitor. Harley got a bit excited then shook her head. It wasn’t him, so she didn’t care. She rested her head yet again on her knees, sobbing lightly. This was not fair. And to think that a mere few days ago she had been in her classroom teaching psychology. Ah, how ironic, the psychology teacher in an insane asylum. It almost cheered her up. If only she hadn’t been ditched in the middle of a crime. If only the Joker hadn’t left her to take the fall yet again, and not even with make up on her face, just eyeliner and mascara.

Well, deep in her own thoughts, the sound of a rather innocent sounding boy came from in front of her cell, calling her Miss Quinzel. It definitely wasn’t one of the workers here. Still, Harley looked up to see a woman. One that worked there. She wasn’t the one to talk, so she let her sights move down. Her ice blue eyes landed on a boy. Actually, one of her students to be more precise. And she could tell that he must have desperately needed to talk to her about something. This kid just didn’t walk into Arhkam for no reason.

She wiped her eyes with the sleeves of her untied straight jacket, a bit happy that one of the guards had allowed her to have it this way. Harleen didn’t really notice the black streaks on the dull white of the restraints. She had never gotten the chance to wash off the little make-up she did had on. That meant that black streaks must have stained her cheeks. ”I-I’m perfectly fine, Drew,” she said with a faux smile. Then I looked over at the woman. ”If ya wouldn’t mind, lady, could ya let ‘im in? No point talkin’ through bars. And I ain’t gonna bite.” Her voice was different from what Drew was probably used to hearing. It wasn’t as professional. And it wasn’t the way she used to talk when in class. It was, to say, her real voice. The one everyone else knew. On top of that, she smiled deviously and batted her lashes at the worker. The worker gave Harley a close look, almost as if she was debating. Soon enough she gave one of the guards the okay and Quinn heard the very familiar click of the triple plated glass door unlock and slide up.

”Com’on in, Drew. And you can just call me Harley. It ain’t like we were in school,” she said, her voice wavering slightly. Maybe she would talk to him about why she was upset once he was in, comfortable, and they were alone. She couldn’t help but wonder what her student wanted to talk to her about.