Inside Arkham

The False Harlequin #3

Dealing with the world inside the Asylum

There was something soothing about coming back to this place, this… sanctuary? It was hard to say considering this world was at the same time new and something that she had never seen before. It was a little exhausting, but finally she had been able to take a breather, just after she had been processed by the police and then escorted back into Arkham Asylum.

The memory of its white walls welcoming her back was one that she didn’t want to go through again, not as she was in control of this body, which was definitely not something she wanted to think that much about, but tough luck, because there was no way she could just omit that part of her story.

She had lost the suit, and the make up on her face had been washed off, making Harley feel… more herself, in a way she just couldn’t explain very well, but now, wearing the white attire of the place that had been more of a home to her than anything else in this world? Well, that was alright.

Walking in the direction of her cell had been surreal, feeling all the eyes of the place, not only of the people in charge, but those that were like her, just another cruel reminder of human nature, those were the most interesting. She could still remember the cheering around the place, there was a certain sense of camaraderie that was welcoming and frightening in equal measures, was this how each of these villains felt? That they were all a dysfunctional little family? A club that was united by their psychosis and hate of everything Batman?

It was something to ponder about, that’s for sure, and that’s something that she did once she was able to have a full sleep cycle, ready to ponder about her current situation.

So far she was able to get the important parts of her story so far.

1: She was currently residing in the DC Universe, or maybe it was just a Batman universe? She needed more information about it, because if someone like Superman, Wonder Woman and Flash are also gallivanting around the world? Then that made the second point even harder, speaking of.

2: Not only she was, well, a she now, a full fledged woman as far as she knew, she had also hijacked a dangerous criminal’s body, known by the public as Harley Quinn; apparently the transaction between the Tomassino Gang and a mysterious group was the catalyst.

The Tomassino group a new up and coming gang that had been fighting and had been able to expand their territory, much to the Falcone group’s chagrin, who wanted to take them down, but that was for another day.

The important part had been the fact that she knew about the accident that brought her to the universe, unless everything was a dream, but considering everything that had happened to her so far, she was sure that she was not in a dream. So where was I? Oh yes, she had been told that the two mercenaries, alongside Harley, had been at the epicenter of a strange artifact, one that had disappeared after doing whatever the heck it had done.

After all of that, the two soldiers had been found dead, their bodies and brains ripped apart by a magical **** connected to the pyramid, and only Harley had been the one that survived the event, which was a complete lie, Harley Quinn had died, and instead, a ghost had taken her place, maybe. And here it was the important part.

3: She had saved a young woman, Renata was able to continue her life and Harley had been the one that saved her, pulling her from the hands of **** itself back into the world, and she wasn’t sure how she did it, but from Renata’s letter, something that arrived just a couple of days later, she was fine, and bizarrely, she was missing her, something that just made something inside Harley’s chest resonate, because she also did, which was completely bonkers now that she thought about it.

Still, that was the world for her now that she was in Arkham, something that she had to get used to, being a prisoner was something new to her, but really? The place wasn’t so bad, it also helped the fact that she was sane… maybe she was sane, after all, no one was exactly sane in the world. But, her new mood and new personality made it easy for her to simply relax and get her mind back in order.

Speaking of, there had been talk that due to her new attitude she may be able to see a therapist, which was just ironic to the max considering her own past, or at least the real Harley’s past, she just hoped that things went alright this time and she was able to… who knows what, but it would be better than just being the blonde minion of a lunatic, also something that she will have to deal with sooner or later.

Standing up after hearing the footsteps getting close to her door, she put her bed back in order, something that seemed to be automatic, as if she was in boot camp instead of an asylum for the mentally unstable. The door opened and the two guards escorted her, which was bizarre, there was no restrain, no rope, no nothing, they just escorted her, and those that were out of their cells, just walking around or just tending to a lovely rose in a pot, (guess who was, hint, she had green skin) simply watched her walk, with even some of them waving at her or saying something nice to her; seriously, Harley Quinn seemed to be loved by everyone around.

Finally, they arrived at the place and left alone to go in, which was just nuts, how could they leave her alone like that? But maybe they just thought that she was harmless, and in some way they were right; well, no point to delay the inevitable, so she knocked the door and after hearing the voice that answered back inviting her in she did just that.

“You must be Harleen Quinzel, my name is Sandra Lin and I’ll be in charge of your case from now on,” the chinese woman said while pointing at the chair in front of her desk, meanwhile, Harley just had one thing on her head after seeing the woman.

‘Oh great, she is gorgeous, just my luck.’