Harleen Quinzel (revmeup) wrote in newalliance, @ 2012-07-25 14:28:00 |
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Entry tags: | harley quinn |
Who: Harley Quinn & the unfortunate staff at Arkham
Where: Arkham Asylum, Gotham, NJ
When: July 21, 2012 [Backdated]
What: Harley comes home
Rating: PG
William North hated third shift. Even with all the unnatural lighting, there was a certain eeriness the old asylum held once the clock struck twelve. It was during the night the lunatics had their fun and ever little breath or creak sent a shiver through him. He pulled off his jacket, clenched his jaw, and headed to relieve his co-worker from security detail.
"Alright, Louie, you're free," William said to his friend.
"Don't sound so thrilled to be here, Will. You know it's been quiet here since what happened with the Joker." Louie checked the monitors to the asylum gate one last time before he stood to get his fear. "Here," he passed his friend a banged up old Gameboy. "Try to beat my high score."
Will rolled his eyes, but grinned in spite of himself. "Get outta here." With a few more parting jabs, he was left alone to stare blankly at the colored security monitors. He dropped an elbow on the table and prepared himself for a long night to come.
But excitement was just around the corner. The first camera focused in on a red convertible speeding at full force towards the main gate. Inside,a mad woman was driving, with no sign of slowing down. The gate came crashing down, smashing the front of the car as it descended upon the asylum. Will checked his gun and grabbed his walkie talkie as he headed towards the front. "I need backup! We got a...uh...well, we've got a break-in!"
Set outside the front door, Will kept his eyes on the small monitor just outside the entrance. The car had sputtered to a stop in front of the facility and a billow of smoke kept the face of the driver hidden. Behind him, his fellow guards had gathered, guns at the ready. They waited expectantly for the worst.
Teetering to the front door, dressed in a mess of a red and black duo costume, a familiar face came into view. The usual clown make-up was smudged, streaks of black and red mixing with the white face paint. Wild blonde hair was tamed only by pigtails and a bright smile greeted the anxious faces on the other side of the doors. "Home again, home again, jiggity jig! Bust out the streamers and get some balloons because Harley Quinn is here to stay! Hello?" the perplexed blonde tapped on the camera outside. "Is this thing on? C'mon! Let me in!"
The guards exchanged curious glances between them and gave the floor to Will. He grit his teeth and pushed the intercom. "Harley Quinn, put your hands up in the air where we can see 'em." He released the button and cast a glance back to his fellow guards. "Doesn't she know the Joker's not here?"
"Aw, c'mon! That's no way to greet an old pal! Fine, fine. Hands up!" Her arms shot into the air. "I'm not armed. Promise! I'm here to turn myself in. No better place to screw your head on right than Arkham Asylum. Hey! You should put that on your billboards."
William shook his head in disbelief. "Get a doctor up here to take care of this loon. Bring a sedative!"
Harley waited patiently outside the asylum. Her hands were up and her hips swayed to the pop song she was currently humming. When the doors opened, her smile brighten. "It's about time. It's chilly out here!" Two guards were encircled her, patting the crazy clown girl down for weapons. "Watch where you put your hands, buddy!" Her arms were jerked down suddenly and one of the orderlies presented a syringe. "Oh, that's new! When you guys throw a party, you sure-ow. Ya call that a warning? What was that for anyw-" The woman swayed backwards, unconscious, and was dragged unceremoniously into the asylum.
Harley Quinn was on the right track.