Harley Quinn (harley_quinn) wrote in realitycrash, @ 2011-08-27 19:28:00 |
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Current mood: | confused |
Entry tags: | !complete, harleen quinzel/harley quinn, misty vale |
One really bad day... can lead back to sanity
The Players : Harley Quinn.
What: Harley comes to her senses and loses her way.
Where : First in Gotham City and then in a cemetery somewhere on the outskirts of Red Oak, Delaware.
When : Later in the same day as Lois Lane's arrival.
Rating : PG-13/R for violence and explosions.
Notes : Harley awakes from a nightmare into maybe a worse one?
Harley Quinn, once proudly known as Doctor Harleen Quinzele, took a gloved hand and carefully wiped enough crud off a warehouse window to peer at the person she had come that night to kill. The person known as the Joker.
From the smart young intern starting work at Arkham Institute for the Criminally Insane in Gotham City, to being promoted to psychiatrist in charge of the care of the infamous Joker, to her fall from grace and infatuation with the killer, to ending up as his drugged and controlled doll.
She might have ended up with her brain completely fried by the Joker's manipulations and drugs if it hadn't been for the Joker himself.
The Joker once became angered at Harley and throwing her out to fend for herself had lead Harley to meeting the eco-terrorist known as Poison Ivy.
A woman whose body chemistry had been altered till no toxins or poisons could affect her.
Since Ivy had been hiding out in a toxic dump, she made a serum from her own blood that would temporarily give Harley the same immunity Ivy had so Harley could stay with her.
Harley had found after the injection that her ridiculous obsession with the Joker began to wane and her mind started to clear.
Harley hadn't thought too much about it and not too long afterwards she was picked up again by the Joker.
Harley would often wondered in mornings why her arms were bruised and strange marks could be found on her body in different places but since she lead a violent and turbulent lifestyle with the Joker she always found excuses for the marks.
And so life for the confused young woman went. She would be the doormat to the Joker and his sidekick and when the Joker would get angry with her, he would kick her to the curb and she would go back to Poison Ivy. Ivy would give her injections of her blood for the immunity to toxins and drugs and Harley's mind would clear a little, only to be swept up by the Joker when he decided he wanted his toy back.
Finally one day when the Joker had kicked her out again and she had gone to Ivy, Harley mentioned the strange moments of clarity and downright revulsion she felt of the Joker when in Ivy's presence.
While Ivy was a vain woman, she didn't think Harley's attraction to her was enough to cause these moments of clarity for her so Ivy's bio-chemist nature was stirred.
After a series of tests, of which Harley complained and whined continuously about the needles and blood drawing necessary, Ivy learned that Harley was being controlled by the Joker with a series of drugs that was based off the Joker's own blood. The drugs caused a constant state of blissful happiness and mindless devotion to the Joker. It was only the influxes of Ivy's blood that had started to weaken this drug 'leash' that the Joker had on Harley.
Harley's hand trembled slightly as she smeared more of the crud on the window out of the way so she could keep an eye on the Joker as he moved about the warehouse. He seemed to be working on some large and elaborate looking equipment in the center of the warehouse. Around him, no doubt on guard were several of the Joker's henchmen.
Harley glanced down at the large handbag she was carrying as she lurked outside the warehouse. Inside were many of the Joker's lethal toys but in addition to them was one thing that Harley had purchased for herself. A .44 magnum handgun loaded with hollow point bullets.
Harley knowing that Ivy would have stopped her, or at least tried to help her, Harley waited till Ivy had gone on one of her trips to the Amazon to 'recharge' herself before acting on knowledge of her being controlled and rage it filled her with.
But now the time had come. Harley purchased from some kids on the street one of the most powerful handguns ever made and she was going to walk in there and unload every single bullet in it into the Joker and finally be free of the sadistic clown. Harley had almost worked herself up to the task when she noticed the Joker had stopped fiddling with his device and was about to address his henchmen. Ignoring the gunk still left on the window Harley leaned close and pressed her ear to the glass to hear what he was saying.
"Today my merry little men will be the time of the last joke. The grand finale that will bring a smile and a gleam to every eye! Not just in Gotham my friends! No everywhere on this planet will finally get the joke and laugh along with me!" The Joker stated with grand gestures of his hands.
"What ya mean boss?" One of the thugs asked.
"This device I've been slaving over is a sonic cerebral disrupter." The Joker explained.
"Um, huh?"
The Joker's smile dimmed a bit. "What it means is once the device is fired up, it'll produce a frequency that will bind with the Earth's gravitational field and produce everywhere, at the same time, a energy that will affect human brains causing uncontrolled laughter until a person literally dies from laughing. Nothing can shield a person from the effects and nothing can stop it!"
"Um boss? What about us?"
The Joker's smile grew larger and more insane. "That's the joke! But don't worry boys I have the cure for you!"
The thugs looked at one another nervously. "I thought you said there was no cure?"
The Joker pulled a large gun from his pocket and pointed it at the nearest henchmen. "Only one." The Joker replied with a chuckle and pulled the trigger.
The henchman believing he was about to be shot winced but relaxed when a cloth banner with BANG on it came out of the end of the gun. "You had me going there boss!"
The Joker with a shark like grin pulled the trigger a second time and the flag shot across the room to impale the henchman in the eye. Without pause the Joker pointed the gun at the second henchman and pulled the trigger a third time. This time the gun fired a normal bullet killing the last remaining henchman.
The Joker started to turn back to his machine but paused.
"Hello Harley." He stated.
Harley who had slipped into the warehouse as the Joker was killing his henchmen gritted her teeth and kept her own gun pointed at the Joker's back. "Hello Puddin." She growled out putting every last bit of her hatred and disgust from what he turned her into, into her voice.
"So the plant bitch cured you?" The Joker calmly stated, again without turning to face Harley.
"Yeah."
"You know you can't shoot me Harley old gal." The Joker said with forced lightness to his voice.
"Oh? let's see." Harley said as equally calmly as she pulled the trigger pumping a round into the Joker's back.
The Joker laughing turned to face her. For a moment Harley feared he had been wearing bullet proof vest and she had lost her one chance to catch him off guard but as he turned she could plainly see the large bloody hole in his stomach. Harley's eyes widened however when she spot the remote control in his hands. As the Joker continued to laugh as he dropped to his knees he pressed the large red button on the controller and the machine sitting in the warehouse fired surged into life.
Harley quickly fired the remaining shells in the gun into the Joker before turning to run towards the warehouse door. All ready she could feel an overwhelming desire to start laughing building inside of her and if the Joker had been truthful she knew there was no where she could run to escape the device.
Harley cleared the door of the warehouse and suddenly ran smack into something cold and stone like causing her fall on her backside.
Looking around from the grassy.... Grassy? Area she was sitting in Harley looked up at what had gotten in her way and as her eyes traveled upwards she could tell it was a large tombstone.
"Okay." Harley muttered to herself. "If the name on that thing is Harleen Quiinzele I'm going to freak out big time! Heck, even if the name on it is Ebenezer Scrooge I'm going to freak! What happened to the warehouse district I was just in? When did I get to a cemetery? Am I dead?"
Finally Harley forced her eyes to look at the inscription.
"Who the hell is Joel Schumacher and why would a tombstone in my afterlife have his name on it?"
Hearing a moaning, Harley whipped her head up to look up and past the headstone to see a man leaning on it.
"Um, I'm new to here. Where ever here might be. Can you give me some directions?" Harley asked.
The man turned his head to look at her and Harley noticed that half of the flesh of his face was missing showing the skull and teeth.
"Never mind! I can find a gas station!" Harley replied as she scrambled backwards.
"Brains?" The obviously dead guy mumbled as he lurched around the tombstone towards her.
"Harley scrambled for the gun she had used on the Joker but found she must have lost it somewhere in transit from Gotham to where ever the Hell she was now. Not that it would have helped as she had used all the ammo in it on the Joker. Desperately she slammed her hand into her handbag and as the zombie with his mouth wide lunged at her she brought the first thing she had grabbed and shoved it towards the foul thing as she closed her eyes tightly.
Hearing what sounded like farting noises, Harley opened her eyes to see the zombie had a rubber chicken in its mouth and was mindlessly trying to chew it or swallow it whole.
"Gotta run!" Harley nearly squealed as she leapt to her feet and reaching out she grabbed the tail feathers of the chicken and gave them a hard pull before sprinting away.
As Harley ran through the cemetery she could hear behind her. "BOK! BOK! BOK! BOK! Cockadoodle DOO!" On the cockadoodle doo, Harley threw herself behind another large tombstone as a loud explosion rang out. Peeking up from behind the tombstone she could see the lower half of the zombie continue to walk on for a few moments before it fell backwards. The exploding rubber chicken having blown up the upper portion completely.
Knowing from horror movies where there is one zombie there might be more, Harley tucked her arms into her side and sprinted for all she was worth to get out of the cemetery as the daylight began to fade into evening.