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𝙱𝙰𝙱𝚈'𝚂 𝙾𝙽 𝙵𝙸𝚁𝙴 , 𝙱𝙴𝚃𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝚃𝙷𝚁𝙾𝚆 𝙷𝙴𝚁 𝙸𝙽 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚆𝙰𝚃𝙴𝚁 . 𝙻𝙾𝙾𝙺 𝙰𝚃 𝙷𝙴𝚁 𝙻𝙰𝚄𝙶𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶 , 𝙻𝙸𝙺𝙴 𝙰 𝙷𝙴𝙸𝙵𝙴𝚁 𝚃𝙾 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚂𝙻𝙰𝚄𝙶𝙷𝚃𝙴𝚁 ! 𝙱𝙰𝙱𝚈'𝚂 𝙾𝙽 𝙵𝙸𝚁𝙴 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙰𝙻𝙻 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙻𝙰𝚄𝙶𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙱𝙾𝚈𝚂 𝙰𝚁𝙴 𝙱𝙸𝚃𝙲𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶 . 𝚆𝙰𝙸𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝙿𝙷𝙾𝚃𝙾𝚂 , 𝙾𝙷 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙿𝙻𝙾𝚃 𝙸𝚂 𝚂𝙾 𝙱𝙴𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙲𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶 ! 𝚁𝙴𝚂𝙲𝚄𝙴𝚁𝚂 𝚁𝙾𝚆 𝚁𝙾𝚆 , 𝙳𝙾 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙱𝙴𝚂𝚃 𝚃𝙾 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝙽𝙶𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚂𝚄𝙱𝙹𝙴𝙲𝚃 . 𝙱𝙻𝙾𝚆 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚆𝙸𝙽𝙳 𝙱𝙻𝙾𝚆 𝙱𝙻𝙾𝚆 , 𝙻𝙴𝙽𝙳 𝚂𝙾𝙼𝙴 𝙰𝚂𝚂𝙸𝚂𝚃𝙰𝙽𝙲𝙴 𝚃𝙾 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙾𝙱𝙹𝙴𝙲𝚃 . 𝙿𝙷𝙾𝚃𝙾𝙶𝚁𝙰𝙿𝙷𝙴𝚁𝚂 𝚂𝙽𝙸𝙿 𝚂𝙽𝙰𝙿 ( 𝚃𝙰𝙺𝙴 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝚃𝙸𝙼𝙴 𝚂𝙷𝙴'𝚂 𝙾𝙽𝙻𝚈 𝙱𝚄𝚁𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙶 ) ! 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙺𝙸𝙽𝙳 𝙾𝙵 𝙴𝚇𝙿𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴 𝙸𝚂 𝙽𝙴𝙲𝙴𝚂𝚂𝙰𝚁𝚈 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝙷𝙴𝚁 𝙻𝙴𝙰𝚁𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙶.

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𝙱𝙰𝙱𝚈'𝚂 𝙾𝙽 𝙵𝙸𝚁𝙴 , 𝙱𝙴𝚃𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝚃𝙷𝚁𝙾𝚆 𝙷𝙴𝚁 𝙸𝙽 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚆𝙰𝚃𝙴𝚁 . 𝙻𝙾𝙾𝙺 𝙰𝚃 𝙷𝙴𝚁 𝙻𝙰𝚄𝙶𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶 , 𝙻𝙸𝙺𝙴 𝙰 𝙷𝙴𝙸𝙵𝙴𝚁 𝚃𝙾 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚂𝙻𝙰𝚄𝙶𝙷𝚃𝙴𝚁 ! 𝙱𝙰𝙱𝚈'𝚂 𝙾𝙽 𝙵𝙸𝚁𝙴 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙰𝙻𝙻 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙻𝙰𝚄𝙶𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙱𝙾𝚈𝚂 𝙰𝚁𝙴 𝙱𝙸𝚃𝙲𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶 . 𝚆𝙰𝙸𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝙿𝙷𝙾𝚃𝙾𝚂 , 𝙾𝙷 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙿𝙻𝙾𝚃 𝙸𝚂 𝚂𝙾 𝙱𝙴𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙲𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶 ! 𝚁𝙴𝚂𝙲𝚄𝙴𝚁𝚂 𝚁𝙾𝚆 𝚁𝙾𝚆 , 𝙳𝙾 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙱𝙴𝚂𝚃 𝚃𝙾 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝙽𝙶𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚂𝚄𝙱𝙹𝙴𝙲𝚃 . 𝙱𝙻𝙾𝚆 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚆𝙸𝙽𝙳 𝙱𝙻𝙾𝚆 𝙱𝙻𝙾𝚆 , 𝙻𝙴𝙽𝙳 𝚂𝙾𝙼𝙴 𝙰𝚂𝚂𝙸𝚂𝚃𝙰𝙽𝙲𝙴 𝚃𝙾 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙾𝙱𝙹𝙴𝙲𝚃 . 𝙿𝙷𝙾𝚃𝙾𝙶𝚁𝙰𝙿𝙷𝙴𝚁𝚂 𝚂𝙽𝙸𝙿 𝚂𝙽𝙰𝙿 ( 𝚃𝙰𝙺𝙴 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝚃𝙸𝙼𝙴 𝚂𝙷𝙴'𝚂 𝙾𝙽𝙻𝚈 𝙱𝚄𝚁𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙶 ) ! 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙺𝙸𝙽𝙳 𝙾𝙵 𝙴𝚇𝙿𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴 𝙸𝚂 𝙽𝙴𝙲𝙴𝚂𝚂𝙰𝚁𝚈 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝙷𝙴𝚁 𝙻𝙴𝙰𝚁𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙶.

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𝙱𝙰𝙱𝚈'𝚂 𝙾𝙽 𝙵𝙸𝚁𝙴 , 𝙱𝙴𝚃𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝚃𝙷𝚁𝙾𝚆 𝙷𝙴𝚁 𝙸𝙽 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚆𝙰𝚃𝙴𝚁 . 𝙻𝙾𝙾𝙺 𝙰𝚃 𝙷𝙴𝚁 𝙻𝙰𝚄𝙶𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶 , 𝙻𝙸𝙺𝙴 𝙰 𝙷𝙴𝙸𝙵𝙴𝚁 𝚃𝙾 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚂𝙻𝙰𝚄𝙶𝙷𝚃𝙴𝚁 ! 𝙱𝙰𝙱𝚈'𝚂 𝙾𝙽 𝙵𝙸𝚁𝙴 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙰𝙻𝙻 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙻𝙰𝚄𝙶𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙱𝙾𝚈𝚂 𝙰𝚁𝙴 𝙱𝙸𝚃𝙲𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶 . 𝚆𝙰𝙸𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝙿𝙷𝙾𝚃𝙾𝚂 , 𝙾𝙷 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙿𝙻𝙾𝚃 𝙸𝚂 𝚂𝙾 𝙱𝙴𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙲𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶 ! 𝚁𝙴𝚂𝙲𝚄𝙴𝚁𝚂 𝚁𝙾𝚆 𝚁𝙾𝚆 , 𝙳𝙾 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙱𝙴𝚂𝚃 𝚃𝙾 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝙽𝙶𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚂𝚄𝙱𝙹𝙴𝙲𝚃 . 𝙱𝙻𝙾𝚆 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚆𝙸𝙽𝙳 𝙱𝙻𝙾𝚆 𝙱𝙻𝙾𝚆 , 𝙻𝙴𝙽𝙳 𝚂𝙾𝙼𝙴 𝙰𝚂𝚂𝙸𝚂𝚃𝙰𝙽𝙲𝙴 𝚃𝙾 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙾𝙱𝙹𝙴𝙲𝚃 . 𝙿𝙷𝙾𝚃𝙾𝙶𝚁𝙰𝙿𝙷𝙴𝚁𝚂 𝚂𝙽𝙸𝙿 𝚂𝙽𝙰𝙿 ( 𝚃𝙰𝙺𝙴 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝚃𝙸𝙼𝙴 𝚂𝙷𝙴'𝚂 𝙾𝙽𝙻𝚈 𝙱𝚄𝚁𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙶 ) ! 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙺𝙸𝙽𝙳 𝙾𝙵 𝙴𝚇𝙿𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴 𝙸𝚂 𝙽𝙴𝙲𝙴𝚂𝚂𝙰𝚁𝚈 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝙷𝙴𝚁 𝙻𝙴𝙰𝚁𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙶.

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𝙱𝙰𝙱𝚈'𝚂 𝙾𝙽 𝙵𝙸𝚁𝙴 , 𝙱𝙴𝚃𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝚃𝙷𝚁𝙾𝚆 𝙷𝙴𝚁 𝙸𝙽 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚆𝙰𝚃𝙴𝚁 . 𝙻𝙾𝙾𝙺 𝙰𝚃 𝙷𝙴𝚁 𝙻𝙰𝚄𝙶𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶 , 𝙻𝙸𝙺𝙴 𝙰 𝙷𝙴𝙸𝙵𝙴𝚁 𝚃𝙾 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚂𝙻𝙰𝚄𝙶𝙷𝚃𝙴𝚁 ! 𝙱𝙰𝙱𝚈'𝚂 𝙾𝙽 𝙵𝙸𝚁𝙴 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙰𝙻𝙻 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙻𝙰𝚄𝙶𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙱𝙾𝚈𝚂 𝙰𝚁𝙴 𝙱𝙸𝚃𝙲𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶 . 𝚆𝙰𝙸𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝙿𝙷𝙾𝚃𝙾𝚂 , 𝙾𝙷 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙿𝙻𝙾𝚃 𝙸𝚂 𝚂𝙾 𝙱𝙴𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙲𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶 ! 𝚁𝙴𝚂𝙲𝚄𝙴𝚁𝚂 𝚁𝙾𝚆 𝚁𝙾𝚆 , 𝙳𝙾 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙱𝙴𝚂𝚃 𝚃𝙾 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝙽𝙶𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚂𝚄𝙱𝙹𝙴𝙲𝚃 . 𝙱𝙻𝙾𝚆 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚆𝙸𝙽𝙳 𝙱𝙻𝙾𝚆 𝙱𝙻𝙾𝚆 , 𝙻𝙴𝙽𝙳 𝚂𝙾𝙼𝙴 𝙰𝚂𝚂𝙸𝚂𝚃𝙰𝙽𝙲𝙴 𝚃𝙾 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙾𝙱𝙹𝙴𝙲𝚃 . 𝙿𝙷𝙾𝚃𝙾𝙶𝚁𝙰𝙿𝙷𝙴𝚁𝚂 𝚂𝙽𝙸𝙿 𝚂𝙽𝙰𝙿 ( 𝚃𝙰𝙺𝙴 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝚃𝙸𝙼𝙴 𝚂𝙷𝙴'𝚂 𝙾𝙽𝙻𝚈 𝙱𝚄𝚁𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙶 ) ! 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙺𝙸𝙽𝙳 𝙾𝙵 𝙴𝚇𝙿𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴 𝙸𝚂 𝙽𝙴𝙲𝙴𝚂𝚂𝙰𝚁𝚈 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝙷𝙴𝚁 𝙻𝙴𝙰𝚁𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙶.

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𝙱𝙰𝙱𝚈'𝚂 𝙾𝙽 𝙵𝙸𝚁𝙴 , 𝙱𝙴𝚃𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝚃𝙷𝚁𝙾𝚆 𝙷𝙴𝚁 𝙸𝙽 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚆𝙰𝚃𝙴𝚁 . 𝙻𝙾𝙾𝙺 𝙰𝚃 𝙷𝙴𝚁 𝙻𝙰𝚄𝙶𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶 , 𝙻𝙸𝙺𝙴 𝙰 𝙷𝙴𝙸𝙵𝙴𝚁 𝚃𝙾 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚂𝙻𝙰𝚄𝙶𝙷𝚃𝙴𝚁 ! 𝙱𝙰𝙱𝚈'𝚂 𝙾𝙽 𝙵𝙸𝚁𝙴 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙰𝙻𝙻 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙻𝙰𝚄𝙶𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙱𝙾𝚈𝚂 𝙰𝚁𝙴 𝙱𝙸𝚃𝙲𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶 . 𝚆𝙰𝙸𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝙿𝙷𝙾𝚃𝙾𝚂 , 𝙾𝙷 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙿𝙻𝙾𝚃 𝙸𝚂 𝚂𝙾 𝙱𝙴𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙲𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶 ! 𝚁𝙴𝚂𝙲𝚄𝙴𝚁𝚂 𝚁𝙾𝚆 𝚁𝙾𝚆 , 𝙳𝙾 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙱𝙴𝚂𝚃 𝚃𝙾 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝙽𝙶𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚂𝚄𝙱𝙹𝙴𝙲𝚃 . 𝙱𝙻𝙾𝚆 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚆𝙸𝙽𝙳 𝙱𝙻𝙾𝚆 𝙱𝙻𝙾𝚆 , 𝙻𝙴𝙽𝙳 𝚂𝙾𝙼𝙴 𝙰𝚂𝚂𝙸𝚂𝚃𝙰𝙽𝙲𝙴 𝚃𝙾 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙾𝙱𝙹𝙴𝙲𝚃 . 𝙿𝙷𝙾𝚃𝙾𝙶𝚁𝙰𝙿𝙷𝙴𝚁𝚂 𝚂𝙽𝙸𝙿 𝚂𝙽𝙰𝙿 ( 𝚃𝙰𝙺𝙴 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝚃𝙸𝙼𝙴 𝚂𝙷𝙴'𝚂 𝙾𝙽𝙻𝚈 𝙱𝚄𝚁𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙶 ) ! 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙺𝙸𝙽𝙳 𝙾𝙵 𝙴𝚇𝙿𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴 𝙸𝚂 𝙽𝙴𝙲𝙴𝚂𝚂𝙰𝚁𝚈 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝙷𝙴𝚁 𝙻𝙴𝙰𝚁𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙶.

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I’m giving this blog a big reboot along with Harleen’s docs. I feel like her story is a big mess that needs rewriting and simplifying. I’ll also add a little part to the doc with a synopsis of what others need to know about Harley (in case you don’t feel like going through my incomprehensible ramblings which I totally understand). Should be ready by next week, but for now, I’m traveling to Amsterdam to see friends and fail at a job interview. Thank you all who took interest in this dumbo and stuck around xoxo

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HARLEY EDITS ( 4/?? ) : PLEASE DO NOT REBLOG

[ ... ] and her big blue eyes feigned sheepishness well. but all it took was one poke at her name and that whole act came crumbling down . the sweetness of her perfume couldn’t save her life ( GUILTY ! GUILTY ! GUILTY ! ) . she despised being called kopski . she despised her husband . and she despised being reminded of him . perhaps that is all the proof we need that karma is real ; the look on harleen quinzel’s face whenever you call her by her missing husband’s name .

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Edith Piaf - Non je ne regrette rien

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beep beep how’s my portrayal ?

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Le passé devant nous 2016

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Idk if I’m having an epiphany or a psychotic break which is to say it’s Sunday.

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chaosent‌:  

          he can see through her cracks.  the little beginning-cuts,  he can see through them.  this is what it all ultimately comes down to :  seeing not the gears for their sake,  but wire by wire,  the whole mechanism too.  he can see through the cracks in the doctor’s blood-red drying lipstick and let himself be carried from there into a wood of thoughts impalpable and quick as shadows ;  thoughts into thoughts into thoughts,  branching out,  willowy.  but a matryoshka is only a hollow piece of wood if watched from outside,  and dr. kospki is far from running inside the wheel.  yet.  when she smothers a honest-to-god chuckle,  the joker rewards her with a flattered noise.  a calm,  purring vibration from the back of his throat.  he watches her intently torturing herself,  watches her peel the skin off herself like bark from a young tree ;  pretending he doesn’t know why,  he tilts his head and licks his lips,  quickly  —  mindlessly.  

          “  i know,  baby.  ”  he tells her,  complacent.

          then something falls before his face at her little attempt of a counter-attack,  a courtain-like shade of annoyance.  it only lasts an instant,  but it’s … intense.  makeup or not,  there’s a heaviness in the way his lids weigh down in a half-unfinished blink,  and his scarred mouth twitches like a dog’s chewing on an invisible bone.  but then -   “  oh i … i paint myself? … haHAHAHAHEHEHAHOHOHE… hehe ... ha.  ”   the laugh profusing from him is vulgar in how loud and uncontrolled it is,  violent in the way it shakes him and he almost sobs.   “  that was … ah,  that was a good one,  doc.  ”  he says,  jaw hinged back into a humanlike face,  at the very least.  doctor HARL - EY stays still :  oh she’s good,  she’s very good.  

          she stays too still,  almost,  too serious and rigid.  can’t she see that what she said was funny?  the joker’s mouth fights the natural carved-in smile to twist into a scolding grimace.   “  ya,  hmmmh,  laugh at my jokes but … but not at your own.  that’s some real … self-esteem issue we have there,  huh haaarl? can i call you harl?  or … or harl-ey,  better.  doctor kopski feels so - uh,  colorless.  and is there a mr. kopski or is that your,  ah,  your maiden name?   ”  he asks in a silly giggle,  in stark contrast with the feral grin that’s back on his face.  that grin swallows everything.  every hint of annoyance,  every deviation from how well and how carefully dr. kopski’s directing this little farce.  he stretches  - or maybe just pretends to do so -  his back,  whips quickly his tongue over his pale scarred lips.  those are some unpleasant accusations dr. harleen kopski is moving against him,  and the joker he can pretend to ignore them no longer.  the best comes always last.

          he clears his throat in a businesslike manner.   “  were was i?  uh,  right,  i’m a schemer.  well haaarley i’m … really … not.  y’know what i do?  guys at the gcn don’t know how to tell a story.  yes,  i … get some wires ready.  play with matches.  but … but the outcome !  ”   he growls   “  ‘s always a,  uh,  a surprise.  who knows?  maybe carl with the ronald mcdonald mask put a bit too much c4,  and … we blow up two buildings.  maybe frank,  y’know i hate that frank guy,  didn’t put enough c4 and i gotta improvise.  doesn’t maaatter,  i’m good at it.  so … so,  you see?  to spice things up,  gotta have the spices ready.  ”  

          the joker gives her a knowing smile,  sharp-witted and ready.   “  i’m spicin’ things up in here too,  doc.  who knows what the outcome’s gonna be.  ”

                             harleen had widened her eyes at the man warningly when being called baby . it was the closest thing to a glare she could allow herself to throw at him . the joker was testing her good will . other patients often didn’t know much about social queues or had illusions about what their relationship was . but that wasn’t the case here . THE JOKER KNEW THE RULES . he just chose to ignore them . her eyes remained on his , both of them burying into his flesh as he dared ask about her husband . if harleen could reach out and touch him , she’d find a way to  HURT HIM .    ───    harley hated being reminded of her husband . the memories associated to him caused her great shame . LEFT A BITTER TASTE IN HER MOUTH . the time in which she could laugh about murder hadn’t come yet .    ❝       i don’t think mr. kopski is relevant to this session .  ❞      she pointed out , her jaw clenching ever so lightly .

                                       she pulled her gaze away from his , allowing herself some room to breathe  (  push it down , harley , you’ve done it before ! keep that shit buried !  )  . blue eyes contemplated the naked concrete wall to their right . there were a few cracks on it . they had been there for YEARS NOW . that whole place was falling apart . sometimes harleen thought she was the only thing keeping arkham from turning into a pile of dust .   ❝       but you can call me by my name if you tell me what i should call you .  ❞     she turned her head to look back at her patient . his laughter still echoed within the back of her mind . gave her a headache . this was all a big joke to him .    ───   he shouldn’t be there , HE WASN’T INSANE . he was a criminal who just happened to be smarter than most . harley leaned a bit over the table between them .    ❝      quid pro quo , baby .  ❞       she bit the inside of her cheek right then and there . childish . throwing the same mocking nonchalance he had offered her back at him was TERRIBLY CHILDISH . this wasn’t a game . harleen couldn’t win a therapy session . of course she couldn’t ! she knew this ! her fingers tucked a loose lock of hair behind her ear as she tried to get back on track . 

                                     ❝       you enjoy winding others up and watching them go   ───   but you are in an extremely controlled environment now . surprises and unpredictability are exactly what arkham’s staff works to avoid on a daily basis .   ❞     dr. kopski pointed out , her voice smoother now , firmer . if she could focus on her patient rather than herself then she could play her part PROPERLY .   ❝      don’t you think it is more likely for you to change rather than the asylum ?  ❞    

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craene‌:

*     A PSYCHIATRIST’S ROOM IN ARKHAM ASYLUM . INSIDE , A MAN NAMED ALBERT HARRIS . A GOTHAM SOCIALITE . A HEDONIST AND A FAMILY DISGRACE . THE FILE SAYS NARCISSISTIC PERSONALITY DISORDER AND SEVERE DRUG ADDICTION . POSSIBLY FALSIFIED , TEACH THE BOY A LESSON . WHAT HE THINKS ? HE DESERVES TO BE HERE . BUT DID HE DESERVE THIS FATE ?

                    you were a man so sure of yourself , mr harris .      says the man with the melting face , revealing blackened flesh and old bones underneath . a man who seem to think his place was always at the top . can he be blamed for that ? he had a beautiful face and the he carried it well . he had the riches and the connections . he believed the city would fall down to kiss his feet , to feed on his hands like the insects they all are . you believe you were on top of the world . arrogance and excessive pride has been the downfall of many men . should we knock you down a few pegs ? should we break your legs so you couldn’t stand up again , make you understand that your place is among the lowest of the low ? that you have no power in arkham ?

                    what would a man who was gifted with everything be afraid of ? maybe if we take everything away from him ? the scream raced with his heart as they both tried to crawl out his throat , frozen with shock as he watched his body get destroyed from the inside out . desecrated and eviscerated . insects in swarms . maggots in millions . the decay breaking down his muscles and skin into rotten ribbons and revealing dried skeleton underneath . you think yourself a dorian gray ? then here comes your sins to haunt you and consume you . to own you and overcome you . nothing will ever stay beautiful, mr harris . he cried for the man with the melted face to stop . he cried for the fears to stop . make it stop . make it stop … 

* @laughshe​​​   said   :  ❛ do not tell me what i can and cannot do . ❜

                    “ yes , miss kopski . you are not a minion of mine . a smart woman , with a mind of her own . a smart woman , who sometimes loves to play . ” dr crane left the remains of poor mr harris on his own , eyes and mouth wide with fear and cornered to the edge of the room . they could file this as a patient who finally snapped and tried to attack his innocent psychiatrist , succumbing to his own insanity and blaming it on hallucinations . crane’s eyes didn’t convey any visible emotions when he looked back at his colleague . he flicked a lighter and set fire to his handkerchief . the only evidence . the fear toxin . turned into ashes at his hand . under the fire , his irises shone orange as if the fires were burning in his sockets , too . “ sometimes a reckless woman , who should know when to stop . no one will know about this . our poor friend will be taken back to isolation , should he gain back some form of sanity . and , you – ” his gaze was a glare now . a warning . “ – you need to be more careful . don’t be sloppy now , harleen . ”

                   harleen had been cleaning her glasses with her sleeve while dr. crane took care of their patient . there was a crack on one of the lenses ; evidence of an outburst from mr. harris’ part . rich boy couldn’t take the heat .  feeling as if the whole system was AGAINST HIM for the first time in his life must have been hard to take . but most of dr. quinzel’s patients had felt this way since they had been born . VICTIMS OF A SOCIETY THAT WAS ASHAMED OF THEM . was it any wonder she had gotten carried away during therapy ? the opportunity to rub the horrors harris’ would have to experience on his face had just been impossible to resist .  but rather than accept his fate , good ol’ albert decided to start kicking and screaming . hissing threats at harleen , accusing of all kinds of misconducts , telling her that his father would ruin her if he ever heard about this !     ───    WHAT A FUCKING BABY . 

                         in comes jonathan crane ; far from a knight in shining armor , but he was the best next thing . the guy looked like he didn’t belong in the asylum’s corridors . everything about him was emptied of EMPATHY . a face built of nothing but shadows and sharp edges . jonathan looked like more of an executioner than a psychiatrist    ───    and harleen couldn’t help but flash a small smile at him when being faced with that thought . THERE WERE NO MASKS TO HIM . right there and then , harleen saw him . truly saw him . terrorizing a patient , burning evidence , glaring down at her like she too could be met with the same fate as mr. harris . jonathan crane was a monster and arkham was the haunted house he lived in . HARLEEN COULD JUST KISS HIM . instead she watched the fire dying out in his dark caved-in eyes .

                            ❝     you know , sometimes , you remind me a lot of my husband , john .  ❞       harley mentioned , placing her clean but cracked glasses on the top of her head . she didn’t like the way her colleague avoided calling her by her hard earned title . but harleen suspected this was because crane had a power struggle within himself too . RESPECT OR FEAR ? which one should he aim for ? harley tilted her head , eyeing him from head to toe . fear . it suited him better .   ❝      he also used to think i was sloppy . but he never asked me to stop .  ❞      dr. kopski waggled her eyebrows suggestively . but the humor on her lips slowly faded as she remembered the day guy had disappeared .   ❝       well , except once .  ❞     harley glared up at crane then . she pictured a hammer . she pictured the back of guy’s head . she forgot to blink as she spoke next . 

                              ❝      gosh , i wonder where he is now .  ❞     

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HE’S STARTING TO SEE IT NOW, IN THE WAY SHE MOVES. like the cat that got the canary. finally, a breakthrough with closed-off elliot alderson, a crack in the armor. if only she knew. it’s the opposite. the thing is that where he is is where elliot’s at his strongest. that’s his job. mr. robot leans back in his chair, looking up at her, enjoying himself. let her think that she’s the one in control. control, of course, is an illusion. only people who can’t get a fucking grip on themselves, like elliot or apparently harleen kopski, think that control matters. there is only the world spinning apart all the goddamn time, civilization sliding into the gutter faster and faster, an acceleration that has become unstoppable. elliot wants to dig his heels in and try to pull it back to the status quo, towards a sense of stability. he, on the other hand, wants to pull it in a whole new direction.

they both have the revolutionary impulse. that’s the overlap. the difference comes in what they want their statement of purpose to be. that’s the real fucking conflict here. nothing that dr. kopski can fix.

she can fix that itch for nicotine, though. he leans in and lights his cigarette, inhaling hard on it as it flares. sure. this is a game, and he can play the part. the mollified patient who maybe just has something of a raw and unfiltered edge in him when she asks the right questions. she’s not getting in his head. she can get in the version of his head that he builds, though, another barrier between her and him. another barrier between her and elliot.

❝ sure, ❞ he says, plucking the cigarette from his mouth and exhaling. ❝ guess that’s what they’re paying you for. i’m just the menace towards society and you’re the one who’s supposed to filter that down on a nice line. i’d ask what your diagnosis is, but i don’t think we’re there yet. early days, i guess. ❞ there’s a joke there that would only make sense to him and elliot, but he tells it anyway. just for his own sake, or in case elliot’s somehow managing to listen in. he doubts it, though. his job is suppression and repression, and he has gotten very fucking good at both.

had to. there wasn’t a choice.

he scoffs just a little, inhaling again on the cigarette. ❝ why didn’t i? well, i mean, it got pretty close. and there’s still plenty of time to fall through, i guess, if i committed enough to it. or if the gaps get big enough, which they seem to be doing every day.  what about you, though? ❞ he watches her for a moment. doesn’t quite make eye contact. that would be too unlike elliot. he looks a little past her, at a point he imagines a little to the left of her skull and a foot back from where she is. ❝ ever get worried about falling through? although sometimes i think worry is the wrong word for it. ❞

                  there’s a joke somewhere in there . dr. kopski tried to push the thought away but as she leaned there , against the table , gazing down at her patient , she couldn’t help but feel as if she WAS BEING LAUGHED AT . she felt her mouth drying out . a nostalgic feeling overtook her . the childish anger of a teenager , unaware still of how terrible the consequences of their actions could be . HARLEEN WANTED TO HURT HIM . she pictured the back of her husband’s head . pictured the hammer on the coffee table . pictured black plastic bags all over her kitchen floor . she licked her bottom lip .    ───    those memories embarrassed her . she was still waiting on the day in which this shame would vanish . the day she too could LAUGH AT HERSELF .            ❝        commit to it ?   ❞             dr. kopski finally asked , furrowing her brow ever so slightly . the words came spilling out of her mouth a bit too quickly , trying to interrupt her own train of thought rather than elliot’s .         ❝       why would you ever want to fall on purpose ?   ❞            her cigarette still burned between her fingers . and as the smoke rose and brushed over her cheeks , harleen continued to stare , unperturbed .

                                ❝       everyone worries , elliot . we all have our frailties . sometimes we get to choose whether our flaws break or define us  ───   sometimes we don’t choose .   ❞            large blue eyes pulled away from her patient’s to contemplate the wall before her . the cigarette was brought to her lips but there , inches away from filling her lungs back with the soothing warmth of tobacco , dr. kopski spoke A TRUTH . perhaps not the truth elliot wanted to hear , but one that hit close to home for harleen .         ❝       and sometimes that’s ok .   ❞           

                      her head turned to gaze back at him . and what a sweet little smile she offered , hidden behind the smoke of a cigarette ( 𝙱𝙴 𝙲𝙰𝚁𝙴𝙵𝚄𝙻 , 𝙻𝙴𝚂𝚃 𝙸𝙽 𝙲𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙾𝚄𝚃 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙳𝙴𝙼𝙾𝙽 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙴𝚇𝙾𝚁��𝙸𝚂𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙱𝙴𝚂𝚃 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙸𝙽 𝚈𝙾𝚄  ) . elliot was so concerned about the ways his condition could harm others ... and harley wondered why should he ? did the world he had grown up with ever worry about wounding him ? about his dreams , about his needs ? why was the comfort of an indifferent third party so god damn important ? why did people not see that arkham , as it was now , was as therapeutic as a fucking HEN HOUSE ?! harley’s lashes fluttered .  ───   she had been smiling down at her patient for a bit too long . the focus of her attention needed to be readjusted . ashes dropped onto the floor . her back straightened . ELLIOT ALDERSON .

                    ❝        you don’t sound very worried . you sound excited .   ❞           

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The Grand Duel (Parte Prima) | Luis Bacalov | Kill Bill vol. 1

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ribslit‌:

LAUGHSHE SENT: 💬 FOR A RANDOMLY GENERATED STARTER — OPEN.

“ PLEASE don’t argue. you have to leave right now, you aren’t safe here. ”

            a pen slowly twirled between harleen’s fingers . it climbed and fell from the curve of her index . the motion was fluid , HYPNOTIC . but her large blue eyes were focused on the target sitting right in front of her . her stare was a hook buried deep into the detective’s flesh , refusing to let go , no matter how much he wiggled .  detective james jr. could use his big boy’s voice as loud as he wished , HARLEEN WOULD REMAIN SEATED . the asylum’s sirens echoed through the halls . CODE RED ! security breach ! staff members are required to exit the facilities ! the inmates are on the loose ! dr. kopski felt the left corner of her mouth twitch .    ───   as if she’d be any safer out there , in the streets of gotham . ARKHAM WAS HER REAL HOME .

                ❝        neither are you , detective .      ❞          the blonde pointed out , remaining perfectly still . somewhere outside her office , people screamed . behind that locked doors you cannot tell the patients from the doctors ; THE LINES BECOME BLURRED . and maybe that’s ok . harley just needed to figure out what jimmy’s role in this circus . needed to give him some lines to keep him entertained . couldn’t have the boys in uniforms ruining their fun so soon . couldn’t have them wondering about WHO HAD CUT THE POWER and created that whole mess . harleen pointed her pen in jim’s general direction .    ❝        you’re locked in here with hundreds of people who have been deemed criminally insane .      ❞          the doctor offered him a very small smile .     ❝        you sit tight . you’re safe with me .      ❞         it didn’t look as comforting as she hoped .