missharleenquinzel:

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missharleenquinzel:

Hmm. I wonder if mine is just a stage *looks into the fire as she flicks it on and off again* What would a metal bender, such as your self, be called then? You need a cool nickname. *smiles*

I don’t particularly think you case would be a stage, dear. -Gives her a flash of a smirk- Well, I am mostly referred to as Magneto under less-than-amicable situations. It’s accurate enough.

What makes you think that?*laughs nervously while kicking her bag filled with matches and a water bottle full of gasoline under her chair*

Magneto huh? I like it. It has a certain ring to it. Like you can kick ass for hours and not even think about resting. haha

-Snorts, shaking his head- I’m sure I’d have to have someone stop me at some point before killing myself through exhaustion. -Casually opts to ignore the bag-

Is that a challenge, Magneto? *grins playfully*

missharleenquinzel:

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missharleenquinzel:

lettersfrommagneto:

missharleenquinzel:

lettersfrommagneto:

Good day miss, Erik, pleased to meet you.

*Walks into the room and takes a seat next to you picking out a cigarette from her bag and smokes it attempting to look as cool as you* The names Harley, Harley Quinn. Pleasure to meet you too. *giving up on smoking*

-Eyes the cigarette with amusement- Pleasure, miss Quinn.

Agh who am I kidding *throws the cigarette out the window* I don’t smoke. *pulls out a lighter shaped like a gun and leans back in the chair* Personally I just like to play with the fire *grins*

How very charming of you, Harley. As long as nothing important gets set aflame, I can’t say I’m one to tell you otherwise.

*flicks on and off the fire* You’re a pyro too?

That, I am not, but can’t see the harm in it, as it seems most people go through atleast a stage of it at some point or another.

Hmm. I wonder if mine is just a stage *looks into the fire as she flicks it on and off again* What would a metal bender, such as your self, be called then? You need a cool nickname. *smiles*

missharleenquinzel:

lettersfrommagneto:

missharleenquinzel:

lettersfrommagneto:

Good day miss, Erik, pleased to meet you.

*Walks into the room and takes a seat next to you picking out a cigarette from her bag and smokes it attempting to look as cool as you* The names Harley, Harley Quinn. Pleasure to meet you too. *giving up on smoking*

-Eyes the cigarette with amusement- Pleasure, miss Quinn.

Agh who am I kidding *throws the cigarette out the window* I don’t smoke. *pulls out a lighter shaped like a gun and leans back in the chair* Personally I just like to play with the fire *grins*

How very charming of you, Harley. As long as nothing important gets set aflame, I can’t say I’m one to tell you otherwise.

*flicks on and off the fire* You’re a pyro too?

missharleenquinzel:

Huh *looks a bit frazled* I never thought about us that way. hmm I guess we have come pretty far haven’t we. *holds up her hand for a high five* We worked our asses off to get where we are now. Wow I didn’t think that I..you… we could talk ourselves to make us feel better.

*looks down at her clown outfit, then looks at your clean white lab coat* Would you ever consiter becoming what i am now if you had the chance? Ya know the whole sha-bang, guns, abusive boyfriend, bat problem?

*gives herself a high five* Huh, I’ve never really touched one of my other selves before. Yeah, we did work our asses off. And if we can talk to other people and help them to feel a bit better, why wouldn’t it work? Outside of the, you know, strange part about talking to yourself.

Would I ever let Harley take over? *sits down on the floor, crossing her legs* Well…I don’t know. My Harley…she’s different too. She’s kind of obsessed with, um, Batman. I mean, I know that much. I don’t get to talk to her, since when she comes out, I go away for a bit. But I know she is in love with Batman. She doesn’t seem to care for the Joker. My third self, the one who’s been very quiet, I don’t think she cares for either one of them, I mean, not in a being in love kind of way. *shrugs* I hate guns. Maybe Harley is okay with them. I’ve…never given them control. *rests her chin on her knees* Something bad happens to trigger me and either Harley or the other one comes out. So I don’t know if I would become Harley, it’s more like she would take over and keep control…if I let her.

*Sits down with her and whispers* between us…no one else knows about the other 3 people in your head right? Cause I am you, and yet even I am freaked out. Us liking Batman? *looks disgusted* Blagh. Bring out this other “Harley” I will like to have a talk with her! *rols up sleeves.*

missharleenquinzel:

*laughs a bit* If I..we’re not crazy, then why do I always get locked up back here again. *puts her hand on the stone wall of Arkham* lotta memories in this place.

When I say I don’t want to have anything to so with the old me… you. *sighs* I just can’t see my self being like I used to. Normal. I look back at my self and think how could I have lived a life other than the one I am living right now. Chasing the Batman, Living with a psychopath. I never want to go back.

*smiles softly* Probably because Arkham is where it began for us. Where things began to unravel, anyways.

Hey…I’m not normal. *laughs with a hint of bitterness* I’ve got three people in my head, remember? That’s not normal. Sometimes Harley…sometimes she just shows up. The other one has been too quiet for too long, so I wonder and I worry about what is going to happen there. I’ve had to fight for everything. For our medical and psychiatric licenses. For a job again outside of Arkham. But you know… *runs a hand through her hair* …you can do whatever you want. I mean, look at me, right? I’m just some dorky shrink from Brooklyn, same as you. Only things broke a bit differently for me. All a matter of chance and circumstance. *stares into her eyes, the same blue eyes as hers* But you are smart. You know you are. Don’t even let anyone tell you otherwise. And you’re strong. And you’re beautiful. You can live a new life. A better life. The one you want to live. You have a choice.

I know I haven’t been really good at talking to my other selves but…I mean, if it helps you…you can talk to me whenever you want. If it’s not too weird for you.

Huh *looks a bit frazled* I never thought about us that way. hmm I guess we have come pretty far haven’t we. *holds up her hand for a high five* We worked our asses off to get where we are now. Wow I didn’t think that I..you… we could talk ourselves to make us feel better.

*looks down at her clown outfit, then looks at your clean white lab coat* Would you ever consiter becoming what i am now if you had the chance? Ya know the whole sha-bang, guns, abusive boyfriend, bat problem?

missharleenquinzel:

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*slides down to wall and sits holding her head and closes her eyes* The voices will stop. Mistah J said the voices…

Wow, hey…listen…um, Harley…it’s okay. Seriously, it’s okay.

*Looks up* You probably think I’m crazy…I mean you think your crazy… I mean *facepalms and stands up* I really don’t want to have anything to do with the old me. Not anymore anyway.

No, I mean…no. I don’t think you’re crazy…that we’re crazy. *looks down* I said that once because I thought someone was mad at me and thought that but… *takes in a deep breath and looks her in the eyes* We’re not crazy. Sure, we’ve got issues, but we’ve helped people through the same sort of thing before. I don’t know, maybe we’re different like that. But I don’t think we’re crazy.

When you say the old you…the old us…do you mean the way I am? *points to herself* Where I’m only sometimes Harley and sometimes someone else? Sorry, I…I kind of have um, three people in here. *taps herself on the side of the head*

*laughs a bit* If I..we’re not crazy, then why do I always get locked up back here again. *puts her hand on the stone wall of Arkham* lotta memories in this place.

When I say I don’t want to have anything to so with the old me… you. *sighs* I just can’t see my self being like I used to. Normal. I look back at my self and think how could I have lived a life other than the one I am living right now. Chasing the Batman, Living with a psychopath. I never want to go back.