(FIC) Psych_30 prompt 28) Free association (Taking chances)
Well, today was my first day of holidays, and I found out about merfilly's Villain Appreciation Day almost too late! I couldn't let it go by without trying something, and once again, I meant to write Harvey or Eddie, but Harley wanted this more than the boys. I hope it qualifies, Filly!
Also, trying to re-start the psych_30 muses, they have been awfully quiet.
Fandom: DC animated
Title: Taking chances
Characters: Harleen Quinzel a.k.a. Harley Quinn
Rating: PG
Prompt: 28- Free association
Word Count: 640
Spoilers: Not really
Warnings: None
Summary: Harleen knows what she wants and how to get there.
Disclaimer: I don't own the rogues, but I could probably use a holiday in Arkham
A/N: The table is here. Not beta'ed, point, I shall correct! I guess it's not really what Free Association means, but I liked the idea of Harleen being the sole architect of her destiny.
Taking chances
She looks at her uniform, lost in thought. She wonders if, with some tweaking, the match to his garments can be made clearer.
She thought that the theme alone would be enough, despite having a different color scheme. She knows what she wants and how to get it, but she also knows the criminal mind, and thus worries that she won’t be approved by his peers. Though, he’s so unpredictable that the best guesses -the best diagnoses- are really shots in the dark. That’s one of the things that lure her to him, the constant remaking of his persona, the never ending surprises.
Still, chances are that if you find yourself at the end of one his surprises, you won’t live to see another one. She’s taking the risk; he’s the constant variable, the walking anomaly.
He’s dangerous and insane, yet he’s her only way out of a life she didn’t want to build for herself. Inside four walls, a diploma on the wall, teachers that look down on her, coworkers that think she slept her way through college, patients that can’t be helped. It’s not that she feels frustrated at them or their situation, is that she feels like she can’t be helped either. The inmates of the Asylum are certified crazy, but she’s supposed to be sane. Why is her reality as inescapable as theirs, then, if she’s not confined to a cell?
Patient J knows no cages, laws or definitions. Harleen has been nothing but a face with a label all her life. Girl, blonde, flunky, harlot. Doctor, these days. She strips herself of those labels every day, every night, she despises them, yet it seems like the world can’t accept her existence if she doesn’t have a clear label for others to easily pass judgment on.
She’s strong and smart, and she knows the way people think. She can -and has, many times in the past, people are so predictable- control others to do what she wants without them knowing they are playing into her trap. She never meant to sell herself short: she shot for the stars, and here she is, high profile position in one of the most disturbing institutions of mental care. Harleen finds that these stars aren’t quite as bright as she thought they would be.
She can be more. She will be more. She’ll be a force to reckon, she’ll shed all labels and become something impossible to define or catalogue. Always changing, turning a new leaf with every heist. She’ll be unpredictable and have an impossible amount of fun.
People will call her crazy, and they will be happy knowing there’s a file in a cold metal cabinet that says ‘Criminally insane’ and a file in a computer that details all her known symptoms and psychosis. She’ll change those symptoms every day if it pleases her. She’ll be free, she’ll choose the labels for herself, always the wrong ones, and the world will never know the truth. They will pass erroneous judgments, and she will laugh at them for falling for the trick…
If she can make him fall for it first, that is. If he believes it, then no one else will doubt it. Harleen will be free of boundaries and cages and laws. She won’t wear his colors, even thought perhaps that would help him accept her. She wants to be unique, it’s too soon to impose herself with limitations, so she hopes the theme is enough.
She decides to make the tassels more festive -it doesn’t matter if she doesn’t look intimidating; taking people by surprise has always been one of her most effective tactics- and go wild with the ornaments.
After all, even if she dies on her first night out, she’s supposed to be crazy. And in this town, crazy people have all the fun.
Also, trying to re-start the psych_30 muses, they have been awfully quiet.
Fandom: DC animated
Title: Taking chances
Characters: Harleen Quinzel a.k.a. Harley Quinn
Rating: PG
Prompt: 28- Free association
Word Count: 640
Spoilers: Not really
Warnings: None
Summary: Harleen knows what she wants and how to get there.
Disclaimer: I don't own the rogues, but I could probably use a holiday in Arkham
A/N: The table is here. Not beta'ed, point, I shall correct! I guess it's not really what Free Association means, but I liked the idea of Harleen being the sole architect of her destiny.
Taking chances
She looks at her uniform, lost in thought. She wonders if, with some tweaking, the match to his garments can be made clearer.
She thought that the theme alone would be enough, despite having a different color scheme. She knows what she wants and how to get it, but she also knows the criminal mind, and thus worries that she won’t be approved by his peers. Though, he’s so unpredictable that the best guesses -the best diagnoses- are really shots in the dark. That’s one of the things that lure her to him, the constant remaking of his persona, the never ending surprises.
Still, chances are that if you find yourself at the end of one his surprises, you won’t live to see another one. She’s taking the risk; he’s the constant variable, the walking anomaly.
He’s dangerous and insane, yet he’s her only way out of a life she didn’t want to build for herself. Inside four walls, a diploma on the wall, teachers that look down on her, coworkers that think she slept her way through college, patients that can’t be helped. It’s not that she feels frustrated at them or their situation, is that she feels like she can’t be helped either. The inmates of the Asylum are certified crazy, but she’s supposed to be sane. Why is her reality as inescapable as theirs, then, if she’s not confined to a cell?
Patient J knows no cages, laws or definitions. Harleen has been nothing but a face with a label all her life. Girl, blonde, flunky, harlot. Doctor, these days. She strips herself of those labels every day, every night, she despises them, yet it seems like the world can’t accept her existence if she doesn’t have a clear label for others to easily pass judgment on.
She’s strong and smart, and she knows the way people think. She can -and has, many times in the past, people are so predictable- control others to do what she wants without them knowing they are playing into her trap. She never meant to sell herself short: she shot for the stars, and here she is, high profile position in one of the most disturbing institutions of mental care. Harleen finds that these stars aren’t quite as bright as she thought they would be.
She can be more. She will be more. She’ll be a force to reckon, she’ll shed all labels and become something impossible to define or catalogue. Always changing, turning a new leaf with every heist. She’ll be unpredictable and have an impossible amount of fun.
People will call her crazy, and they will be happy knowing there’s a file in a cold metal cabinet that says ‘Criminally insane’ and a file in a computer that details all her known symptoms and psychosis. She’ll change those symptoms every day if it pleases her. She’ll be free, she’ll choose the labels for herself, always the wrong ones, and the world will never know the truth. They will pass erroneous judgments, and she will laugh at them for falling for the trick…
If she can make him fall for it first, that is. If he believes it, then no one else will doubt it. Harleen will be free of boundaries and cages and laws. She won’t wear his colors, even thought perhaps that would help him accept her. She wants to be unique, it’s too soon to impose herself with limitations, so she hopes the theme is enough.
She decides to make the tassels more festive -it doesn’t matter if she doesn’t look intimidating; taking people by surprise has always been one of her most effective tactics- and go wild with the ornaments.
After all, even if she dies on her first night out, she’s supposed to be crazy. And in this town, crazy people have all the fun.