Harley Quinn (i_lovemrj) wrote in we_coexist, @ 2011-02-02 17:05:00 |
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Entry tags: | harleen quinzel, in arkham |
Freedom of Choice (Narrative)
The young doctor behind the desk looked through the paperwork, then glanced at the blonde who was sitting in front of his desk. She was braiding, unbraiding, then rebraiding one of her pigtails. She looked bored. The doctor frowned slightly and looked at the file in front of him yet again, certain that there was a mistake. But no, it was there, printed very clearly. She was to be released.
“Miss Quinn,” he began.
“Harley,” she interrupted brightly. “I always let the cute docs call me Harley.” Then she winked.
The doctor blinked, then frowned even deeper. “Miss Quinn,” he repeated deliberately. Harley made a face. “Miss Quinn, according to your file, you have made some significant progress during your time here. I would be inclined to disagree, rather strenuously, with the recommendation made here but I am not your primary psychiatrist. However, should you ever find yourself slipping back into the behavioral patterns that required your stay with us, I think you should return immediately for further treatment.”
Harley looked at him rather blankly. “Huh?”
The doctor sighed. “You are being released.”
“Oh, no thank you,” she said cheerfully.
The doctor blinked. “Pardon?”
“Nope, don’t want one of those neither, but thanks for offering.”
“Miss Quinn, are you saying--”
“I don’t know where my babies are, and if you’ve got ‘em, I ain’t leavin’ ‘em,” she announced quite firmly.
“Your babies?” The doctor quickly began flicking through the papers in the file, looking for any reference to children.
“My hyenas,” Harley clarified. “I want ‘em back.”
“Hyenas?” There was a long pause as the doctor considered just how unprofessional it would be to laugh. He could not prevent a smile though as he said, “We have no hyenas here.”
“Then where are they?” she asked. And before he’d had time to blink, the sweet-faced blonde was across the desk looking far less bored than she had moments before. In fact, she looked frighteningly intense as she grabbed the lapels of his jacket and nearly lifted him out of the chair. She was far stronger than she looked. Snarling, Harley demanded, “Where are my babies?”
The doctor’s eyes widened in alarm, taken aback by this abrupt shift in mood and the physical attack. Obviously a mistake had been made with her file. There was no way this woman was well enough to be released amongst the general populace of the island. Fingers shaking and heart pounding, the doctor fumbled to find the hidden switch under his desk that would alert the orderlies that there was a severe problem in the office. He’d laughed at that fail-safe when he’d first heard about it, but currently he was clinging to it like a lifeline. Because she’d grabbed his tie now and if she started yanking, there was no telling what kind of damage she could do to him. “Please, Miss Quinn, calm down. I’m sure we can find you some hyenas, we simply don’t have any on the premises.”
Harley opened her mouth to reply but before she could make another growled comment, the door burst inward under the force of a kick from a very large orderly. The young woman grinned, and it made the doctor shudder to see it. There was absolutely nothing sane in the glee he now saw painted across her face. She was actually happy that she was going to have to fight. But at least she’d let go of his collar.
“Hey fellas,” Harley all but purred. “Love to stay and chat with ya, but I got my walkin’ papers and I gotta go.”
“Oh, but--” The doctor immediately bit his own tongue to stop the comment that had nearly escaped. He wasn’t going to argue with her that she’d just said only moments before that she wasn’t going to go anywhere. It was better to let the orderlies take her back to her room, sedate her, and go from there. Yes, that was a much better plan.
In a move so fast that it was almost a blur to his eyes, she spun around. He flinched, but she did nothing more than plant a smacking kiss on his forehead. “See ya ‘round, doc!” And with that, she performed a complicated series of flips, roundhouse kicks and summersaults that left the two orderlies unconscious on the floor, and allowed her to run off down the hall.
The doctor slumped back in the leather upholstered desk chair, the material making a low squeak as he did so. Surely someone would capture her before she reached the front doors. There were a number of doctors, nurses and orderlies, not to mention the guards at the doors themselves. Certainly one of them would stop her. So he needn’t follow. Slowly, he got up and crossed to the door of his office. Ignoring the sounds of crashing and yelling, and the equally startling sound of breaking glass from somewhere down the hall, he simply closed the door. For now, until she was sedated, she would be someone else’s problem.
As he returned to his desk to pick up the next file, the young doctor turned a deliberately blind eye to the blonde head that was running full tilt across the courtyard. He had a full docket today, and he couldn’t spend all of his time on one very disturbed young woman that he was certain was not currently making an escape. No, that would be ridiculous.