As I sat in class, waiting for something to happen to differ from the monotony, I fell asleep. Which didn’t matter, I was ahead of everyone else and the teacher loved me.
I woke up to shouts of, “Get down, everyone! Get away from the door!” and the whimpers of my classmates. I did as we were told, getting under my table and resuming my nap.
My sleep was interrupted once again by cackling outside our door. The rest of the class was in shock, as was I, but from fear, not joy and admiration, like I was.
“Harley! Get that door open!” shouted the man. No, not the man. The Joker himself.
“Ok, Puddin’!” Harley said. She then took a crowbar to the window, effectively destroying it, and opened the locked door through the ex-window. “All yours, Mistah J!”
“Thank you, Harley,” he said striding in with his purple suit, green hair, and red ear-to-ear grin. “Hello, students, and welcome to Professor Joker’s Intro to Reality! First off, how many of you like jokes?”
I raised my hand (like the idiot I am) and crawled out from my desk so he could see me (like the idiot I am). “I like jokes, Professor. Would you like to hear one?” I asked. He smiled at me.
“What’s your name, darling?” he asked.
“My name is Morrigan, Professor,” I said bowing to the Clown Prince of Crime. “Morrigan Nocturn.” I stuck out my hand, not caring if he had his joy buzzer on or not. He shook my hand gladly, laughing at me.
“You shook my hand, told me your name, and are standing in front of me, knowing I could kill you at anytime. I don’t know if you’re brave, stupid, or have one hell of a death wish.” He said.
I thought about it for a minute. “D, all of the above,” I joked. He laughed slightly, then said to tell him my joke.
“Life,” I simply put. He started chuckling, then laughing, eventually slapping his knee at my joke.
“Best joke of them all. Harley, give the little dear her gold star,” he said.
“Here ya go!” she said, handing me a small purple and green box. I opened it only to be gassed. I blacked out before I hit the floor.
Next thing I knew, I was in a warehouse with heavy chains around my wrists, holding me to the ground.
“Hello?” I called. Yeah, I know, not the brightest thing to do in this situation, but we already established I am an idiot.
“Harley, go check on our student,” I heard Joker say in the distance. I saw a door open then close and heard footsteps come toward me. Once she got closer to the light I sat under, I saw her.
Harley Quinn herself, looking very hot in her red and black outfit. She came closer till she was close enough to touch.
“She’s awake, Mistah J!” she yelled in my face.
“Then let her get up, stretch her muscles, and bring her to me,” came Joker’s voice from some place unseen. She motioned for me to stand up, and took my hands in one of hers once I listened. She took a key from her belt and unlocked my cuffs, dropping the heavy chains and shackles to the ground.
“Thank you,” I said smiling as I followed her to my Professor.
We walked for a few minutes until we reached what could only be described as the entrance to a carnival-type funhouse. The double doors opened, and we entered to find The Joker sitting on his throne, surrounded by hundreds of gun-toting henchmen. Harley skipped over to Joker, leaving me with nothing but empty space between me and the henchmen.
I decided, in an act of bravery/utter stupidity/my internal death wish, ‘well, if I’m here, might as well make the best of it,’ and said something incredibly stupid. “Hello, Professor. Is this a pop quiz?” I asked, looking around dumbly.
“No, my dear Morrigan. This is the final exam,” said Joker with his sickening grin. The henchmen pointed all their guns at me, waiting for his go-ahead.
“Ahh! Aaahhhh!” came the screams from behind me, AKA, behind the now-closed door. I turned around as the door opened, revealing my short-term personal savior. The henchmen looked confused and lowered their guns. I felt a hand on my shoulder and looked up to see Joker standing next to me with a smile.
“Looks like your test is going to be postponed,” he said. Then I felt hands on my waist and wrists pulling me forward, then a needle in my arm. “Go to sleep” was the last thing I heard before blacking out (and being kidnapped) yet again.