Thread: descent into madness || bear & cosmos

RE descent into madness Bear cosmos descent into madness size-2 I am the Joker. That was a concerning thought for her as a psychiatrist, because it showed just how deep his removal from reality was. He wasnt born the Joker, but he was damn determined to die as that, a man with only an alias to be called and a history that was less than desirable. She couldnt imagine that type of freedom - to be able to do whatever you wanted and act however you wanted. He lived a life that was truly free - no name, no conscience, and certainly no concept of consequences. He was taking his time here at Arkham as if it were a lazy stroll through the park that had taken an inconvenient turn. He didnt see it as a life sentence as he had been remanded here to serve. It was just Boring. Now that he was put into her care, he seemed to be far more interested in what was going on, as if his stroll through the park was more leisurely now that he had her at his side. Or at least, thats how she was analyzing him to see it. Harleen was coming to a conclusion that wasnt completely wrong but by no means was it right - he was a man that had spent a lot of time alone with his own thoughts and that had plagued him for far too long. He needed more than just a psychiatrist. He needed a friend. How about this, Mister J - since Im calling you a nickname, you can call me one. She thought on that for a moment, turning over her own name in her mind. Hed been fascinated by it - Harleen Quinzel - Harlequin It came to her after a long moment, a slow smile coming onto her lips, Harlequin. Harley Quinn. She stated her train of thought out loud, You can call me Harley. The conversation had turned towards something a bit more lighthearted, though took another turn when he talked about his previous psychiatrist. Harley had known him well - he had been a good man but in poor health. He had been not just a doctor but a husband and a father. His wife worked a dead end job to pay for her gambling debts from her youth and it took everything that he had to keep food on their table - but it had turned into an addiction for him. Putting food on their table had turned to him consuming more than he needed to the point of where it was the only comfort he had. His wife was constantly depressed and his kids had hated him since they turned towards their teen years. Harley had been counseling him in her own way when he had taken on the Joker - he didnt have a chance even if Mister J hadnt attacked him physically. Harley was quiet for a long time while she thought over the story from his point of view, certainly a very twisted one as he seemed proud of his accomplishments. It bothered her that he took delight in the death of another person, so much so that he was even mimicking the very motion that had set him off in the first place - tap, tap, tap his fingers were playing a tune on the metal table. What bothered her more than that was the jolt she felt when he touched her hand, static seeming to rush over her skin and make everything tingle as his thumb brushed carefully over her wrist. She should have thought things through, shouldnt have ever put her hands on him and made him believe that physical contact like this was something that she was okay with. Her breath was catching in her throat, her heart pounding in her chest as his thumb pressed down lightly over one of her veins. Even she could feel the gentle bump bump bump against the pad of his finger, telling a tale of excitement and She didnt even dare admit to herself the other sensations in her body. It had admittedly been a long time since shed felt even a slightly intimate touch of a man, and there was something about the way that he stared at her that told her volumes about what had been going through his mind. Her eyes were locked on him as he set her hand back down, her throat finally letting her breath go, her body aching for the oxygen shed been deprived of. Her hand pulled back from him slowly, very deliberately bringing it back close to her, though she could feel where hed touched, as if his hands still lingered. His tattoos were an expression of his state of mind, and she was in the study of his mind Well, then, She couldnt help but wet her lips with her tongue a bit, honestly a bit nervous, Why dont you show me your other tattoos, Mister J? Id like to see how you Expressed yourself. God, that had come out more sexual than she had intended, but words couldnt be taken back once they were spoken.size