A/N: This series is pretty much just gonna be Harley's P.O.V...
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"Morning Dr. Drake" I greeted my best friend, and co worker, Sarah.
"Good morning, Dr. Quinzel" she smiled back at me.
"I wonder who I'll have the pleasure of meeting with today" I smiled bitterly.
"What did tu expect in this place? Its full of frutas loops and whack jobs. Its hardly gonna be a fun place to work" Sarah stated matter-of-factly.
"Oh, go take your wisdom somewhere else" I smirked sarcastically.
"Don't act so sarky!" she faked her shocked expression.
"Hehe, where is LuLu?" I wondered about mine and Sarahs other co worker.
"Im here!" LuLu burst through the door, her face looking flushed.
"You're ten minutos late" I shook my head and tutted in disaproval.
"I have our siguiente patients file" she handed me the records.
Name: The Joker.
Age: 27
Family History: Unknown.
Illness: Multiple Personality Disorder.
"Who is it?" Sarah asked.
"The Joker"
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"Morning Dr. Drake" I greeted my best friend, and co worker, Sarah.
"Good morning, Dr. Quinzel" she smiled back at me.
"I wonder who I'll have the pleasure of meeting with today" I smiled bitterly.
"What did tu expect in this place? Its full of frutas loops and whack jobs. Its hardly gonna be a fun place to work" Sarah stated matter-of-factly.
"Oh, go take your wisdom somewhere else" I smirked sarcastically.
"Don't act so sarky!" she faked her shocked expression.
"Hehe, where is LuLu?" I wondered about mine and Sarahs other co worker.
"Im here!" LuLu burst through the door, her face looking flushed.
"You're ten minutos late" I shook my head and tutted in disaproval.
"I have our siguiente patients file" she handed me the records.
Name: The Joker.
Age: 27
Family History: Unknown.
Illness: Multiple Personality Disorder.
"Who is it?" Sarah asked.
"The Joker"
She hates the irony, and the pain is too much.
She cannot see his face;
He has advanced from behind.
But she does not need too,
She knows his face too well.
His cuchillo digs deeper into her soft cheek.
He is carving a heart;
Mocking her obsession of him.
He whispers something incoherent to her.
She wishes she had listened closer.
He caresses her unmarked cheek with his gloved hand.
She closes her eyes,
Half wishing it was over,
Half wishing it would never end.
-Emily Rose-
7-20-10
