Thread: descent into madness || bear & cosmos

RE descent into madness Bear cosmos descent into madness size-2 Whether he realized it or not, there was a physical change that came over his face when she came to the conclusion on her nickname - Harley Quinn was a much more interesting person to him already than Dr. Harleen Quinzel had ever been. It seemed to stroke his ego a bit that she respected his opinion enough to offer up a nickname or change her name, as that was how he viewed. In her eyes, she had made a move towards getting him to see things from a good view - a view that they were on a level playing field. You see, her goal in all of this was to bring him down from the pedestal that he had set himself upon. The Joker saw himself as above the law and above the consequences of his actions and that wouldnt do good for someone who had such a serious break in reality. She needed to work him down slowly to an understanding that he, just like everyone else, was just a person. The first step had been to humanize him the best that she could - calling him by a name instead of an alias - and now she was putting herself on the same level as him by renaming herself to something that he would find interesting. Unfortunately, she couldnt see how much this was detrimental rather than helping. She wasnt putting him on the same level as her, she was giving him a feeling of a relationship that was far more personal than just the ordinary doctor and patient back and forth that she was to expect out of him. Well, that she was to want out of him. She expected nothing because he was a wild card - completely unpredictable in what he was planning and someone whom had surprised the staff on more than one occasion. As much as she liked to think that she was making slow but steady progress with him, she was too busy looking at the forest to see the trees. He was working her every bit as she thought she was working him. He had gotten her to change her name and had gotten a rise out of her, one that he noticed from just a few fingers on her wrist. Whether Harley wanted to admit it or not, he was quite severely under her skin and not in the way that any psychiatrist wanted to admit. There's much better things to do to you than harming. And oh, her mind went to all of the places that it didnt ordinarily dare to go. She could quite easily imagine his hands - the very ones that had killed multiple orderlies and a doctor like herself - wrapping around her neck and making her pulse race against his palm. She could all too easily imagine the warmth of him coming closer to her as he closed the space between them. She couldnt even begin to fathom what she thought he would kiss like - would he be romantic or would it be so filled with desire that it was borderline violent? Stop. The voice in her head slammed shut the door that she was opening, because that was a dangerous path to walk down and even more dangerous notions to entertain. God, she was letting someone get under her skin simply because he was a handsome-looking man that was expressing interest in her. She knew that she was lonely, but how lonely could she possibly be? This man was a psychotic murderer for fucks sake. She had seen the bodies. She tried to ground herself by thinking of just that - the body bags as they had wheeled the already dead orderlies out of Arkham. If nothing else, that brought her at least somewhat down to reality. She couldnt let her mind go floating off like that again, that was dangerous territory, a place that she could get lost and be consumed, as so many other people had been before. I know you wont hurt me, Mister J. She said after a moment, not sure of how much time had passed between his assurance and her acceptance, but she knew it was true. He wouldnt hurt her, he would just find ways to get her to hurt herself. He was far too smooth to be the one to get his hands dirty when he could easily manipulate someone else into doing it for him. And she knew that he had seen through her, but he still did as she asked after a moment. There was some documentation on file about his tattoos, but the documents were extremely detailed as to just what they all were and how much of a disarray they were. Her eyes moved over his skin slowly, from the manic laughter that covered his chest and arms to the smile that hung just at the hem of his pants. He was so thoroughly covered with them that it was quite easy to see that he expressed himself quite a bit through the body art. Few of the tattoos made much sense, but it was all a piece of the puzzle that was Mister Js inner mind. The art, much like his own thoughts, was scattered all over him and there was no clear connection other than one overarching theme - the Joker. She was starting to understand why he had people call him that, as it was quite clear that it wasnt just an alias to him. He really and truly had forgotten the person he was before he descended into madness and let it consume him so completely. She made her mind turn away from just that tattoos and made note of his physical form - he was thin almost to the point of it being painfully obvious that Arkham wasnt feeding him well but muscles were still quite apparent beneath the skin. His torso was void of any and all body hair that may have grown there and his skin was so paper pale that she was almost positive that she could see the networks of veins that lay just beneath it. The part of her mind that she had shoved back into its cage was lifting its head again and appreciating just as much as the greater part of her was analyzing. She couldnt stop it from making fantasies - ones that were all too real. Because what was a very real thing for her was the undeniable physical attraction that she felt towards him, whether she liked it or not. Her body wanted him, wanted him in ways that her mind wouldnt acknowledge Yet. In her minds eye she could see herself reaching out and touching him, following down the laughter and towards the smile, letting her fingers ride over the ridges of his ribs and towards his stomach. She could imagine closing the space between them and feeling his body - warm and taut with muscle - against her own and imagined the feeling of his heart strong and steady thumping against his thin chest. But even in her mind he wasnt by any means peaceful - as it was just as easy for her to imagine his hand snaking around her throat as he pinned her to the table, his body thin but strong enough to restrain her there. Harley forced her mind away from it just as the fantasy-Jokers lips were on hers, hard and needy as he constricted her breath and pressed their hips together. I need to put an end to this, she thought, but it was already too late. She had passed the point of no return long ago and even if she wanted to turn back, she was far too entranced by him to even admit that she had fucked up horrendously by taking him on as a patient. Very enlightening, She commented once she realized she had been ogling him silently, the blush having returned to her cheeks and her eyes failing to meet his in embarrassment. She was a grown woman, for gods sake, she didnt need to be eyeballing him like she was some young, horny schoolgirl. But how far from that truth was that, actually? She was a grown woman but she was still young and though she wasnt a school girl she had to admit that her fantasy had pushed her to match the description of horny quite well. Harley was embarrassed, not because she was a human that was subject to every human emotion as everyone else, but because she had let it show to him and that was a dangerous power to let rest in his hands. Flustered? Harley did her best to brush it off, fixing her glasses though they didnt need to be fixed and brushing her hair back into place, Far from it, Mister J. She did her best to avoid eye contact as he slid his shirt back on, moving towards the straight jacket. He did seem to remember the rules, at least, that he was required to be restrained if he was being moved from room to room. Youre welcome to return to your cell. She said, I have to update your files to reflect what Ive learned in our Visit. Yes, paperwork. If nothing else she wanted the privacy of her office so that she could get her thoughts unscrambled and try to find some sort of way back to thinking straight. I can call the orderlies to come get you. size