Harley Quinn + Lalita | Saturday night | Clean Slate
It was crazy. Completely crazy. Harley Quinn. Working a normal job like a normal person. The punchline? It should have been an impossibility, but no, here she was, finishing up another day working for SadTech as a psychiatrist. In her time (back in time, it was funny to think of it that way), she would never be allowed to treat patients every again or touch the medicine involved in doing just that. Being a criminal, one of the particularly crazy variety, ended that part of her life a while ago. Somewhere between giving the Joker that machine gun and leaping to her "death" into a batch of chemicals, the kind of stuff that had spawned her one true love, she'd lost that part of herself and for the most part, Doctor Harleen Quinzel did not mind it. Losing your mind was a wonderful experience because it was freeing; there were no more fears or doubts. No more cares. It was just absolute crazy non-stop and Harley relished in it, maybe more so than her crazy lover did. That day she leapt into the chemicals and Mr.J saved her (maybe?), Harleen Quinzel was dead and Harley Quinn, Queen of Gotham, was born in all her glory. No regrets because being crazy didn't let her regret.
And she didn't. Not even when she had those dreams, the kind most people like Mr. J would consider the real crazy, about them having a life together far from the criminal empire he had built from terrorizing Gotham and battle the Batman. With children, a house, and honest work too. No, Mr. J would laugh at her, harder than he had when she told him she loved him in on the darkened street. She never told him, but that didn't stop the dreams or the thoughts from filling her head every once and a while. Having this real job now, honest work (she wasn't sure on the honest part yet), brought all of those thoughts to the forefront of her mind and she couldn't shake them. As much as she was digging the future and all this fancy tech, she missed Mr.J. She missed...the crazy. None of this normal stuff mattered unless he was here to share it with and he wasn't. That part bothered Harley Quinn more than she would ever admit to. Most people thought she was nuts for loving Mr.J because he was considered completely evil and corrupted mentally, but all those things only made her love him more. Coming here didn't change that for Harley even if it should have. She could be her own woman now, but she didn't think she ever lost that. She'd do anything for her Puddin, but that didn't mean she didn't have means of making things happen for herself. She had ways.
A soft sigh escaped past her lips as she packed up her things for the night and made her way to her small apartment. Yes, her own apartment again with all it's normalcy; it was nice. Still, there was no one waiting for her, no Mr.J, no anything besides this. She longed for normal, but there was always a part of her that would be Harley Queen, crazy and complete bonkers. She longed for a little bit of that crazy to be let out; she didn't mind being a doctor again, but she did miss running crazy through the city, snatching things, and causing a little chaos. There was nothing like it. Turning a corner, she found herself outside of the Clean Slate. Still donning her work cloths, a pencil skirt and nice blouse (far from her normal scandalous attire), she opened the door and slipped inside, finding a vacated spot at the bar and ordered herself a drink, specifically asking for an umbrella too. Mr. J would shake his head if he saw her now, domesticated when she use to be wild and free and complete uncontrollable. Now she was rubbing shoulders with corporate types...the kind they use to steal from and laugh harder afterwards. The kind they would kill too.