Exerpt From a Steve Zink Story - Harley Quinn

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Exerpt From a Steve Zink Story - Harley Quinn
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From the S. Zink story "Having Fun with Harley". Hope you enjoy it.



One would think that the authorities at Arkham Asylum would learn after Ms. Quinn slipped out of their hands so many times, but her own tricky mind, and their antiquated security policies, guaranteed her latest jaunt to freedom. Instead of her usual trip out with the laundry, Harley decided to use subterfuge. The sessions of the past few mornings had given Harley a good pattern of activities for the psychiatrist who checked on each of the female inmates, and she also noted that they shared a hair color.

Poison Ivy had given Harley a small portion of the mind control chemical. When the psychiatrist entered her cell, Harley talked with her a bit before wafting a bit of pepper in her direction while she looked down to take notes. When the doctor sneezed, Harley offered her a handkerchief. This handkerchief had been impregnated by Harley earlier with an additional gift from Poison Ivy, some succinyl choline to temporarily paralyze the good doctor. It was gladly accepted, and while rubbing her nose, she inhaled strongly. The elements of the chemical entered the doctor's system, and her movements slowed. Harley took the hanky from her hands, and replaced it with one soaked in the mind control chemical. She then placed it over the doctor's nose, so that she would breathe in a full dose.

Harley waited patiently as the chemical worked its way to her captive's brain, and the paralytic wore off. While this was happening, she stripped herself of her prison wear. After a short wait, she saw the doctor's hand twitch, and Harley began her work.

"Dr. Melrose," Harley said, "you will hear and obey everything I say. Do you understand?"

"I do," she said in a monotone.

"Take off all your clothes, including your underwear." The doctor complied. Harley removed the pile of clothes from the floor where the doctor had dropped them, then laid her prison garb in the doctor's lap. "Now, your new clothes are in your lap. Put them on."

The doctor proceeded to put on the simple grey underwear and coveralls, then sat in silence while Harley put on the doctor's pretty pink underwear, suntan pantyhose, white cotton blouse, and pale blue skirt and jacket. She was glad the psychiatrist had been wearing a pair of black high heeled boots, because Harley found that her feet were a bit smaller than the doctor's. She could hide this easier in boots that covered her feet than with shoes. The doctor's feet easily fit into the canvas sneakers that had been Harley's, even though they were a tad small for her.

"What name is on your name tag?" Harley asked.

"Quinzel, Harleen," the doctor replied.

"Then who are you?"

"I am Harleen Quinzel, better known as Harley Quinn, as I'm sure you know, doctor." And she was now a differently named doctor.

"Very good, now remember that. Harley, you do know all about your criminal past, and the way you like to behave, don't you?" the real thing asked. The doctor's memories of working with Ms. Quinn for on and off periods over the past few years were turned into a working mind for her.

"That's silly, of course I know my own life! Why wouldn't I?"

"Harley, your voice doesn't sound quite right. Are you okay? Can you try and sound more like the way you should?"

In an almost perfect replication of Harley's lilting voice, she replied, "I was just kiddin' around. Sorry, Doc. Do I sound okay now?"

"Yes, Harley, you sound like you're in perfect shape. Don't you think your hair looks strange without your ponytails, though? And what are you doing with makeup on your face? Don't you know that is against regulations?"

The new Harley went to the sink and washed off the makeup so carefully applied earlier in the morning. While she was doing so, the old Harley undid her own ponytails and worked her hair into a bun similar to the one Dr. Melrose had been wearing. She used the Doctor's makeup kit in her purse to work her own face into something close to the Doctor's. A dab of makeup was used here and there sparingly to make the Doctor look a bit more like Harley, and with her hair done up, she could easily pass anything more than a close inspection.

The mind control would hold for at least two weeks, and even if the authorities found that the person in the cell wasn't who she thought she was, Harley still had at least a day or two before it would become obvious. The next stop on her visit list was Poison Ivy, and Pamela was more than a bit astonished when she heard what her slightly different looking doctor had to say. It was quite a bit different from the usual morning drivel. Harley made plans for their eventual joining of forces once Ivy was released or otherwise freed, and was told by Pamela where all her chemical supplies were hoarded.

Since she had been a psychiatrist herself, Harley had no problem faking her way through the next two interviews, which would be her last for the day. When she finished, she flashed her ID at the guards on the way out, and Harley was once again free from Arkham. She used the doctor's own car to head straight for her old hideout. Since it was known to the Joker also, she collected all of her supplies, and proceeded to a new location that she'd scoped out a few months earlier.