22 | sane

(adj) of sound mind; not mad or mentally ill

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                    "Shit." I cursed under my breath when I realised that I still have not given him the kitty doll that I bought the other day. I should probably give him today.

I have been so busy with my thoughts lately that I didn't even notice the doll lying right beside on the bed room table the whole time.

I fiddled with it, thinking of his reaction when he sees it. A laugh? A acceptance? A thanks? A compliment?

Who knows?

I grabbed the kitty doll and stuffed it into my bag, walking towards my car, and drove away to the infamous Asylum.

Once inside, I went straight to my office room and waited. I had come early today.

Knock.

"Come in." I said, adjusting myself and cleared the rubbish on my table.

Ms. Roberts walked in, giving me a warm smile and took a seat opposite of me. I gave a smile back.

"So?" She asked.

I immediately realised why she was here. Mr. Fox had sent her to see if I had any more information.

"Yeah. A few more info about him." I said, giving my blue file to her.

I didn't write down much, just his jokes and adventures. Its not that I didn't have any information, I just didn't want anybody knowing secrets about him. It all belongs to me and only me.

Call me selfish and possessive but I'm just like that.

"Has he made any progress to call him sane?" She asked, tilting her head and looking at me curiously.

Sane?

I thought about it.

He was always sane. He never was crazy. He sees the world in a different way and laughs more. So, people call him crazy because of that?

Well, I'm laughing more in my life now, and I'm starting to see the world in a different way too, so are they going to call me crazy too?

What a crazy world.

"Still not there." I said, gritting my teeth in frustration.

I didn't like her asking questions about him. I wanted her to go away and mind her own damn business but I know its Mr. Fox who sent her here.

Why are people so nosy? Why can't they just let someone be themselves?

Mr. J is just being his beautiful and real self and people just can't accept that, can they?

While the other people in the world are trying to fit in with the way of life, and here he is, standind unique and proud, they call him insane?

This world is absurd.

Why did I even get this job?

I was so absorbed in my thoughts that I didn't notice Ms. Roberts calling my name.

"...Harleen?" She asked.

I felt weird being called Harleen but I tried not to show it. My name is Harley and I like it that way.

"I know he is really crazy, so it must be diffi--"

"What?" I asked, through gritted teeth, anger flooding through my veins.

She stared at me, not knowing what to say and I glared at her, trying to control my tongue from saying anything stupid and getting myself fired out of here.

"Is something wrong?" Ms. Roberts asked slowly and I felt even more frustrated, just hearing her annoying voice.

"No." I tried to control my anger.

Come on Harley! Shout at her. She called your man crazy.

If she doesn't get out of here in a minute, that's what I would probably do.

"You should go. Its time." I said, and stood up, taking my clipboard and pen, not even bothering to see if she is gone or what.

"See you later then." She said, and stood up, walking away, her brown hair bouncing behind her as she does.

Once she was gone, I grabbed my bag and went straight to the cell that contained Joker.

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"Describe me in a word." I said and he narrowed eyes, leaning forward, tilting his head to the side.

"Beautiful."

There goes my heart.

A blush creeps onto my face and I bite my lip, trying to control the pounding of my heart. It was so loud that I was scared he would hear it. I felt like I was on fire.

"Dr. Quinzel, I live for these moments with you." Mr. J said in his deep throaty voice and my heart fluttered. I looked at his eyes. They are so mesmerizing that it is as if they looked deep into my soul. I could not take my eyes off of them.

I was sure my face looked like a tomato.

"Alright." He paused. "What do you got?" He asked, leaning forward on the table, looking at my bag.

"Oh." I paused and took out the kitty doll from my white coat.

"I got you a kitty." I said and felt embarrased all of a sudden, that he wouldn't like it. I held the kitty in my hand and showed him.

He looked at it with fascination gleaming in his eyes and then looked at me. "So thoughtful." He said and I placed the doll down at the centre of the table with a small grin on my face.

He likes it.

"You did this for me?" He asked, narowing his eyes at me with a wide smile on his face.

I nod and smile.

"There is something you could do for me." He said and I immediately perked up, feeling proud and my ears were on high alert.

Of course I would do anything he asks me to do.

'Anythi-- I mean, yeah, sure." I said, blinked a few times to get my thinking straight.

A few moments of silence passed, as he studied me, tilting his head. I saw hesitation in his actions. The smile in his face evaporated and his eyes narrow. It pierced right through me, those cold eyes of his. They were the blue that froze you in place, captivated you for even the slightest of moments.

Was he afraid that I won't do what he wants me to do?

I give him an assuring smile, to show that I will do whatever he is going to ask me.

"I need a machine gun."

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