Group Therapy - Rogues Gallery
SO. It’s been a super fucking long time since I’ve actually written and posted anything on here. Well, time to put that dry spell to an end! It’s like I got divine inspiration last night while watching the hockey game and this baby was born. I hope you all like it, I had a fun time writing it! Enjoy! -J.xx
“Hi, I’m Harley Quinn, and I have a clown kink.”
“Hi, Harley,” the rest of those stuck in today’s group therapy session droned back at her.
“Me. That’s me. I’m the clown,” the Joker interrupted, smiling one of his infamous grins.
“No one was talking to you, puddin’!” she snapped, staring down her boyfriend that sat across the circle from her.
“Now now, Harley. This is not a place for aggression. This is a safe place,” the poor doctor left in charge of the group of lunatics, Dr. Matthys, said.
“But he always butts in when I’m trying to talk!” she protested.
“Because I always have something better to say, pooh,” he smiled sweetly.
Harley melted at the sight of his smile for a moment before remembering that she was supposed to be mad at him. So she huffed loudly and crossed her arms, turning her head away from him.
“Don’t have to be such a sour puss,” he muttered.
Before Harley got the chance to retaliate, Dr. Matthys spoke up again. “There’s no need to get snippy with each other. Everyone will get their chance to talk. Miss Quinn?”
She gazed at the doctor before flicking her stare back over to her smirking boyfriend, but then finally deemed it safe enough to speak again. “If he interrupts me again…”
“I assure you, Miss Quinn, that if Mr. Joker interrupts you again, he will be removed from group therapy,” Dr. Matthys said.
“All the more reason to do it!” the Joker laughed.
Standing up, Harley was about to march her way over to her annoying boyfriend and make really him shut up, but she felt the hands of some of the multiple guards in the room yank her back down into her chair. Where she huffed and crossed her arms, again.
“I’m sorry, Miss Quinn, but you’re not allowed to leave your seat during the course of group therapy unless you’re accompanied by guards,” the doctor frowned.
“But you were gonna teach me a lesson, make me shut up, weren’tcha, Harls?” the Joker smirked and leaned forward in his chair, propping his elbows on top of his knees and resting his chin in his hands. “I always know how to get you riled up, punkin.”
“Shut up,” she said.
Putting his hands up in the air, he said, “Consider my up, shut.”
“Good,” Harley said, trying to remember what she had been saying before. She had just gotten distracted by her annoying, but beautiful, smart, perfect boyfriend… Shaking her head, she looked back at the group in confusion.
Sighing, Jonathan, who was sitting beside Harley, reminded her, “You were talking about your clown kink. Which you subsequently displayed to the rest of us. Unfortunately.”
“And please explain, Mr.-”
“-Doctor Crane, your apparent distaste for Harley’s preferences?” Dr. Matthys asked.
“I just don’t see why anyone would prefer qualities attributed to a circus act with the obnoxious sense of humor, the garish outfits, the overused gags. I don’t see the attractiveness in it,” Jonathan explained, with a slight shrug of his shoulders.
“OVERUSED?” the Joker suddenly cried out, standing up so fast that he knocked over his chair. The guards were on him in seconds, dragging him towards the door and out of the room while he still shouted, “I’ll show you overused, you straw-loving, stick up your ass creep that scares off more than just crows!”
Harley snickered, but Jonathan didn’t seem to share her amusement in the Joker’s outburst, saying, “Now there’s a man who needs true help. Might I suggest more voltage during his next electroshock session?”
“Hey! No one talks about frying puddin’s brains ‘cept for me when I’m mad at him!” Harley said, pointing an accusatory finger at the man sitting next to her.
Jonathan eyed Harley for a moment before replying, “A curious little thing you are.”
“Can we just leave already?” Poison Ivy spoke up for the first during the entire session. She almost never said anything during one of these pointless ‘therapy’ sessions, they were useless in the long run.
“We still have ten minutes, Miss Ivy. Then everyone will be dismissed,” Dr. Matthys replied, with a somewhat forced smile.
Groaning, she let her head fall back. These stupid sessions never got done quick enough for her liking. She should’ve just pulled a stunt like the clown to get herself thrown out. She’ll keep that in mind for next time.
“Does anyone want to her my new riddle?” Edward smiled happily, brimming with pride over his latest intellectual conundrum.
“Shut up, Eddie!” everyone else in the room shouted collectively.
And then the room just dissolved into meaningless arguments and chatter about nothing, each of the inmates trying to talk over or out best someone else. Sighing, Dr. Matthys set his clipboard on his lap and dropped his head into his hands.
“I freaking hate group therapy.”