Summary: The other woman.
Genre: AU OC
Pairing: The Joker/Desdemona/Harley Quinn/Jonathan Crane
Disclaimer: I don't believe anyone owns the Joker. Joker for all! But I bet DC comics and Warner Bros. might disagree.
Author Notes: Mild Violence. You really should the "Moonlight" series for this to make sense. Comments are teh awesome!
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It was dusk at Arkham Asylum, and Harlene sat at her desk trying to look over patient records. She couldn't maintain her focus, though, and her mind wandered to the Joker. She rested her chin on her hands and stared out into space, trying to imagine where he was or what he was doing.
At that moment, there was a slight rumble from across the building, followed in time by several others, each growing in severity. The last of which was right outside her office door. It blew the door clean off its hinges. Herlene dropped behind her desk, immediately frightened, and crawled around to see the entrance. She made it to the window, and spied out to find at least fifty men in masks working.
Some were passing out weapons, others setting up explosions, and all were taking directions from a someone in the center. As she strained to see, a bomb flew above her head and into her office through the window. Harlene ran out of the office and his the hall as it went off, slamming her against the wall.
The many career criminals housed in Arkham immediately recognized the sound, and became rowdy and difficult. Many were desperate to know just who was escaping. As the main guard went to trip the alarm, only find it not working. As he discovered the phone disconnected, he could hear the main entrance being bombarded. After several heavy impacts, you could hear a sizzling sound and smell hot metal.
Most guards rallied in the center of the building, hoping to keep out whatever was now welding the hinges off the main door. "Can you believe this?" asked one guard, "Sure, no guns for guards of Arkham. For a kinder, safer Gotham." The other guard replied, "At least we have tasers." As the last hinge fell from the door, in fell into the building, sending many guards scattering away from it. Standing alone in the doorway was Desi.
She walked calmly in, smiling as she addressed the guards. The guards looked at her in disbelief. "What's the matter?" she asked, "Can't be afraid of a girl?" She looked around the crowd, and said aloud, "Wait." The room began filling with her crew, each behind her waiting for command.
One overzealous guard rushed her, and tased the criminal who jumped in front of her. He criminal fell and the guard stood before her, panicked. Desi licked her lips, tilted her head, and produced a gun. Without saying a word, she shot him. Then she randomly shot another guard. Then another. She continued until there were five dead guards.
Desi brought her gloves hand to her mouth and cleared her throat. "I don't want to have to do that again," she started, "but I will if you can't be cooperative." She looked around the room, then turned to her next in command. "Help Bob up please, take him to the van." she instructed, "You guys go...let people out. You be sure to tell them who did it now."
As the boys began separating, she called after them, "Friendly sorts only. Not everybody. Use your judgment." she said happily. She turned back to the guards, "Listen, its about to get ugly in here. If you have some, I don't know, higher calling about getting killed at work then stick around. Otherwise, this is your chance to go. I won't tell anybody if you don't." Desi leaned back, extending a hand toward the door, and watched as nearly all of the guards ran out of the building.
Desi pulled her knife and shouted up into the open air of the Atrium, "I'm looking for a woman. A woman who likes to try on other women's things." She rounded the dark hallway, her shadow looming menacingly ahead of her. "Harley! Haaarrlleeeeyyy!" she called, almost singing, "Come out, come out, wherever you are."
Harlene pulled herself up and looked for a place to hide as Desi voice echoed in the dark building. "Harley?" Desi continued, "I just need to talk to you a second. You know, gossip between girlfriends." Desi poked her head in each door, looking around for the doctor.
"Aw, come on, Harley! We have commonality." Desi continued. She looked into one room, and was struck in the head, sending her flying backwards onto her ass. Desi shook it off in time to see Harlene run past her and make her escape. Desi sat up and shot her, clipping her shoulder and knocking her forward off her feet.
"Ach, you bitch." Desi said, rubbing her head as she stood. Herlene lay there, crying hysterically. "You...you shot me." she cried unbelievably. Desi walked over to her. "Well, you fucking hit me in the head." she said, giving Harlene a kick.
"Come on, let's go." Desi said, lifting her by the shot arm. Harlene went limp, screaming in agony as Desi. "Well, you know, next time don't get yourself shot." Desi replied unsympathetically. She shouted down the hall, and two hoods came running. Handing the all-but-unconscious Harlene to them, she ordered "Take her to the van, and make sure she's good and tied up."
Desi walked out of the hall and rounded the corner, still rubbing her head. Several inmates lingered, curious to meet the woman who freed them. Desi smiled at each of them, giving special attention to Dr. Johnathan Crane. "It's the least I could do. You really want to thank, than do what you do best, and keep Batman's hands full." she said to the group, "I hope this is the beginning of a helpful co-existence, but if I were you, I'd get out of here before the police show up."
Desi turned to the Scarecrow, "Dr. Crane, could I interest you in a ride to the city?" she asked, hooking an arm inside him and walking out of Arkham. They loaded into the van together, she checked to make sure everyone was accounted for, and they were gone. It had taken them less time to destroy Arkham that it takes most cops to reach it.
In fact, it took nearly two hours for Gordon to make his way to Arkham, and then he couldn't believe what he saw. There were whole areas of the building that were blown away, several bodies, and dozens of missing patients. Among them, the most dangerous criminals in Gotham. He stood in horrified awe as he was approached by two patrolmen. "What have we got?" he asked.
The patrol looked to their notepads, "Sir, it seems this was to abduct a doctor, a Dr. Harlene Quinzel." Gordon grimaced, "Didn't she treat the Joker?" he asked solemnly. The first patrolman spoke up, "Yes sir, but this wasn't the clown. It was a woman."
"A woman?" Gordon asked. "Yes sir, that's the information we received from several sources inside." the patrolman replied. Great. Gordon thought. Either we've got a copycat or she's gone rogue.
Harlene stirred, realizing she was hanging by her arms. It was cold and dark, and her arm throbbed. She had no idea where she was, and she called out, "Hello? Anybody?" in the darkness. There was no reply. She silently cried to herself, wondering what to expect next.
Johnathan Crane adjusted his tie. "Well, you're hospitable, I'll give you that." he said as he threw the Arkham jumper into the trash. Desi smiled wide, "So we have a deal?" she asked. He walked to the desk in the room and began writing a list. Pulling the paper up from the pad, he handed it to her, "It would be my pleasure."
Desi looked over the ingredients, "And you can have it done by tomorrow?" He looked pensively at her, "As long as I have the ingredients tonight." Desi looked up, focusing on him. "Not a problem at all." She folded the list in half and slipped it into her bra.
Crane watched her, biting the inside of his cheek slowly, "All this over a criminal who cannot love you anyway?" he asked her. Desi glanced at him, and then let her eyes trail to the floor, really thinking about what he said. "It isn't about love. It's about..." Desi looked back up at him and shrugged. "It's about time he was the hungry one."
Crane looked her up and down, "Now that's a mind I could wander around in." he said suggestively. Desi leaned in, her lips almost brushing against his. "That's an offer I might take you up on Doctor." she whispered, lifting away from him, "After I'm done, of course."
Crane sighed as Desi refastened her coat, gave him a quick glance, and stepped out of his hotel room and into the night.
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