17 | weird

(adj) very strange and unusual, unexpected, or not natural

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Let me be the reason for you to have that life.

What did he mean by that?

Was he offering me a new life?

Was he asking me to ... join him?

His words are confusing and so is he.

Why can't he be just a normal guy?

Maybe that's why I like him, because he is unique, unlike anything I have ever seen and its captivating.

I traced my lips and once again I felt jolts of electricity pass through me as I thought of the almost-kiss that was going to happen between us.

What if we had kissed?

What would have happened then?

My thoughts were broken as someone had hit me and all my belongings fell down.

Shit.

I bent down to gather my documents and stuffed them in my file before they could fly away. I looked up to see a pair of strong tanned hands helping me, he must be the guy who must have hit me.

I huffed angrily.

"I'm so sorry. I was looking elsewhe-- H-Harleen?"

I immediately looked up at the sound of my name being called and froze. Blonde hair swished past his hazel eyes and he handed me my documents.

I grabbed my documents and stuffed them in my file. "Tom?" I asked, pointing my fingers uncertainly at him.

"What are you doing here?"

Both of us asked each other at the same time and we chuckled at the coincidence.

I used to be mesmerised by his beauty and now, I didnt feel that anymore. I felt normal infront of him. I was always timid and everything but I didnt feel that away towards him now.

Its gone.

As I stared up at his face, I noticed all his facial features that I used to admire and gush about in my mind. I found him perfect once but now, his hair was too blonde; it needed some colour and his eyes were too brown; it needed some blue. His lips were too pink; it needed some red. His skin was too tanned; it needed some paleness.

"I am here for a job interview." He said.

"I am working here." I said, adjusting my file in my hands, and tucked a loose strand of my hair behind using my pinky finger because I was holding a starbucks coffee in my other hand.

"Oh." He said.

Awkward silence followed.

"I have to go." I said, giving him a small smile and glanced at my watch.

"Oh. Yeah. Sure. Want to grab some coffee later?" He asked and I opened my mouth, to think about it.

Why not?

"Sure." I said and both of us exchanged numbers and I left the place as quickly as I can. I realised that I was five minutes late and I hopped into my red car and rode away.

Who would have expected that I would meet Tom Yankins in Gotham city?

What a weird start for a day.

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"I knew you had the potential in you. I saw the spark in you first set foot on this godforsaken place. That's why I fuelled the spark a little and here you are." Mr. Fox said, giving me a warm smile and gestured for me to take a seat in the chair.

"Any new information Dr. Quinzel?" He asked.

"Yup." I said, popping the 'p' and placed my blue file on the table.

Things I had written in there:

• how Joker viewed life through his eyes.

• the hatred he has for batman and why so.

• some of his jokes.

• that every tattoo of his has a story.

I didn't write down there what each tattoo meant though. I didn't feel like writing that down. I felt like it was something personal between me and Joker. I wanted to be the only person who knew the story behind each tattoo.

I know I am being selfish, and probably not the best thing a psychiatrist should do, but I am girl who has a crush on her patient so cut me some slack, will ya?

His eyes scanned through my file and after a few more minutes, he coughed and looked to meet my eyes.

"Can he be cured, Dr. Quinzel?" He asked, his expression dead-serious and his voice was intense and low.

I am the one who need the curing here.

"Maybe." I said, adjusting my glasses which were sliding down my nose, due to my perspiration.

"Mm." He responded and closed the file, handing it back to me.

"There is one thing you should know though." He said, his voice indicating a tone where what he was about to say next is going to something really serious.

I gestured for him to continue, my eyes narrowing, a habit that I have gained from Joker. I am doing that quite often now.

"Whenever we capture Joker, he is always out of here in a week or so ... somehow, but ... it has been two months and he is not out of here, although we have added more security to the Asylum, the thought has been bugging me and as his psychiatrist, you must know that." He said and my heart skipped a beat.

"Oh." I simply responded.

I was trying to keep a calm face but inside, there was chaos in my body.

I did not know what to think or pinpoint the reason for him not escaping. Because, he sends me letters and he has his men do them for him. Which means, he indeed can escape out of here anytime he gladly wants to and he hasn't.

"You should go." He broke my thoughts and I nodded. "Its time." He glanced at the clock and it was time for my session with Mr. J.

I stood up and reached the door, my thoughts running wild.

"Don't worry too much about it." He said.

I'm not even worrying.

Infact, I'm thrilled, euphoric and excited. I feel elated at the idea of him not escaping from here because of ... me. Could it be?

Or is my feminine brain overthinking too much?

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Hey!

Does anybody find Tom annoying?

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