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Acceptance, Not Just Accommodation Chapter 1: Scapegoat.

Platonic Yandere Rouges Gallery w/ Autistic Teen! Reader.

Takes place directly after Joker's Favor.

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Characters appearing: Clayface, Joker, Harley Quinn, Brief mention of ManBat, Batman, Regular NPCs I made up.

CW: Arkham treatment of prisoners / people, Abuse directed towards Harley Quinn, Infantilization of autistic people. Reader has a panic attack, autism being treated like a disease.

Feel free to ask me questions about the lore or anything you're confused about. Or if you just want a little snippet from this universe.

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"We've got Joker and Harley Quinn comin' in, do NOT put them together- I repeat, DO NOT put them together-" The delightfully dull nurse turns off the speech coming from the walkie talkie they were all forced to have after Clayface broke out. "Don't listen to them sweetie, you have nothing to worry about." She crouches back down to you on the floor and watches you line the toys she gave you up in color order.

It's mostly cars and trains -most people just assume autistic people like trains- that she gave you, with a few people from some generic brand of kids toys. You're not a kid, you're a teen, but you do like playing with toys so it's fine. She reaches for a red car and pulls it out of it's spot, making a noise supposed to imitate an engine running as she pushes it around with her hand. You stop lining them up and stare at her.

It takes a little bit of staring before she stops and she looks back at you. "Why would you move it out of it's parking spot? I just lined them up and then you moved it." A bit of shame and also anger flashes on her face but she takes a breath in and goes back to smiling.

"So we could play with the toys instead of lining them up!" "But this is playing. This is my playing." She frowns, and lets go of the red toy car, crossing her arms and resting her back backwards towards the wall instead of forwards and engaged.

She seems upset but it doesn't make sense why she would be upset. You're playing how you play, not how she does. It's one of those things you know you did something wrong, but you don't know how you did it wrong.

You miss Nurse Joy. After Clayface had taken on her look and impersonated her (For less than five minutes but still), and the only person to notice was you, she quit and went back to the city for a new job. Apparently one at some hospital so she could be a real nurse instead of a babysitter for patients. That's what was told to you, at least, when you were the first person to ask.

Now, you just have a rotating system of nurses and doctors that never seem to listen to you. You have two nurses during the day with an appointment with whatever doctor is free that day. You don't like it because it means having different appointment times each day.

Your playing is interrupted by a familiar high pitched voice yelling throughout the hall, "Puddin! We won't be separated for long!" You immediately get up at hearing Dr. Quinzel's voice and leave the room, the nurse following after you. You look to the right and then the left and spot a woman clad in black and red as if she were a jester still yelling. Her voice echoing towards you tells you that is Dr. Quinzel, and you stare at her.

"I knew you were unprofessional." You say, a bit louder than you meant to but most times you end up louder than you meant. She whips her head towards you and stops fighting the security long enough for John, the security guard you mostly know to get a good hit in and shock her to unconsciousness.

The nurse grips your shoulders and drags you back into the room, a bit of fear in her eyes. "Don't say that to Harley sweetie. She's-" You interrupt her, "Harleen. Her name is Harleen." The nurse looks at you with an offended look on her face. "Okay sweetie, but she's not a doctor anymore, she's a patient now." You just stare at the nurse. "Okay? That doesn't change the fact that she's a doctor and Harley isn't her name. It's Harleen. She still has her PhD whether or not she's a patient here."

She sighs and sits you down on the bed, "No, I mean she went crazy. Joker... Joker got to her and made her into Harley Quinn." You just keep staring at her. "Okay? Again, still has a PhD." The nurse's eye twitches. She opens her mouth to speak again and pauses when the door opens. "You know what sweetie, why don't we take a nap?" The second nurse says, as she's the one who opened the door, and the first chimes in with an agreement.

You don't think you have much of a choice.

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You bother Harley. You watch her be insane and a criminal and yet, nothing changes for you. You still see her as a doctor. All you said was that she was unprofessional. Nothing else about her obsession or want for Joker. The first time you met, you critiqued her!

She's not the only person whose bothered by you. You bother Clayface as well. He offered you a way out of the hell that is this cesspool and you just stood there. Hell, you payed enough attention to the nurses to notice something was off within seconds of seeing him playing pretend as a nurse.

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You didn't actually take a nap, you were just waiting for them to leave and think you've taken a nap, and then you left the room once they were gone. They didn't... actually stay a while either, only a few minutes and then they walked out. But that is besides the point, as now you can actually walk around semi-freely without a nurse for the first time in a few days.

You are just walking around and avoiding security guards - You're not really sure if they would know that you're supposed to have a nurse watching you all the time but you don't really want to risk it- and come across what you've called 'The forbidden hallway'. It's the hallway leading from the patient side of Arkham to the Villain side of Arkham.

You duck into the hallway and walk up to the door, propped open by a bolt, likely someone was trying to lock it and opened the lock before the door was closed. You swing the door open wider and move around the door. You push the bolt in -as you don't have the key- and close the door so now it is locked.

Oh wait. That's the wrong side. You're on the villain side of Arkham now, not the patient side. You're breaking the rules and now you're stuck here in the wrong side of Arkham. Maybe you're a villain though, for breaking the rules. You don't want to be a villain though, that's wrong.

Your nose begins to have a red hot feeling as it blooms from the nasal bone and down the cartilage of your nose. Your eyes well up with tears as you feel immense shame for breaking the rules and going into where you're not supposed to be. Sure, it's a little hypocritical considering you were breaking the rules by not being with a nurse, but that rule doesn't make sense.

The tears slip out from the corner of your eyes and you feel the wet trace on your cheeks as the fall. Immediately your hands begin to fidget as you start shaking. Your breathing gets heavy and your skin begins to itch and suddenly the floor is a lot closer to you than it was before and your hands are tearing at your arms and your neck starts hurting as your nails dig into your skin and then there's red and black pants entering your view as Harley crouches in front of you.

She puts her hands where you can see them and then starts moving her fingers in time with your breathing. The itching begins to fade as you become conscious of your breathing and suddenly the panic leaves your system as you're entranced with timing your breathing now.

You wait a moment before you look up, now calmer and not crying. You look up at her and really take in her face, noticing her white makeup and jester attire. At least you did, until she gets dragged behind by her lappets by a man clad in purple with similar white makeup on.

He screams at her and hits her on the chest a few times before he stops and lets her speak, "I was making sure the guard left the door open but they were there-" She points to you and his eyes narrow until he looks at you and takes you in. "A kid? Whadda you doin' here?"

You look at him, finally recognizing him through your brain fog. "Joker?" He raises his hands in a grand gesture, holding the palms flat on his chest as he raises them up and out from him, ultimately posing with his arms outstretched and a smug smile on his face. "The one and only!" You just kind of.. stare at him... waiting for him to do something different.

"I thought jokers are supposed... to be like... cards or something, or be funny. You're just... a guy." That was definitely the wrong thing to say as he starts to flip out on you, fists going crazy in the air, "Why I ought- Not funny?! Just a guy?!" His rage is immediately thrown towards you as he starts stomping and reaching towards you until Harley stops him.

"They're autistic!" She splutters out, diving in front of you so if his fists hit, they would hit her instead, "They have a different sense of humor Mistah J! They're very literal, so they probably just thought you were more themed after a joker from a deck a' cards!" He slows to a stop right before Harley, a contemplating look on his face. He looks behind Harley, tilting his head upwards as he looks at you. "This true?"

You nod. "Yeah. That's why I'm in Arkham. My ma couldn't handle my dad and he couldn't handle me. I'm actually supposed to have a nurse by me all the time but I got rid of them." You don't mention how you got rid of them, oftentimes letting people guess what happened is better than over explaining.

He nods at you with what you think is respect, and you think you've successfully navigated that social situation correctly. "You know Mistah J, I used to be their doctor, that's how I knew." He rolls his eyes and sighs, completely disregarding her academic achievements. "Harley, you know I don't like it when you bring up your past, you're just Harley Quinn now." She ducks her head in shame and curls up a little.

"Sorry Puddin', I won't forget again." Loud thudding steps echo through the hallway you're in and suddenly there's a muddy head peeking past the corner of the wall, and you recognize him as Clayface. "Oh, that's Clayface. He's back? I thought he escaped a while ago?" You ask Harley and she smiles as she looks back at you. "Yes, but he got caught pretty easily again by Batman. Here, lets go say hi." She gets up from the floor and offers her hand to you. You don't accept it, getting up from the floor on your own and brushing the dirt off from your pants.

Joker joins you as Harley skips over towards Clayface with a small smile of greeting on her face. "Heya Clayface! Guess what I found!" She crys out as she moves and reveals you in a 'Ta-Da'-ish manner. He stares at you for a moment, before recognizing you. "You're the kid! You're the kid who didn't escape with me!" He exclaims as he picks you up and looks at you. He stares intently as he looks you up and down, his muddy exterior doesn't touch you, only the uniform you wear with elongated sleeves after your last sensory episode (It was a nightmare for everyone, especially you), so you don't know about the sensory feeling he has, but he seems intrigued by you.

"What's so important about that?" He bellows out a laugh, setting you down and you can sense that Joker and Harley are gone, you look for them as he speaks. "Because no one wants to stay here! It's Arkham! The fact that you didn't try to escape is peculiar!" You don't see them close by so they must have walked off. "But I'm supposed to be here. Why would I try to escape?" You finally look back at him and see him looking with a curious look on his face.

"How about this kid, You tell me about you, and I'll show you around here. What do ya' mean 'you're supposed to be here'? for starters." You start telling him about your mother and father as he leads you around towards a common area like the one on the other side of Arkham.

You look around the common area, it's incredibly sparse with nothing on the walls, and the floor has one measly rug already stamped with mud from Clayface. You find Harley and Joker on a sofa in front of a television; There's only three sofas there and they're all placed around the small TV. There's the center sofa that Harley and Joker are on and then one placed to the left and right of the center sofa, and they're all angled to view the television. They're watching a news segment for right now, and you pause your speaking as you stare at the television.

It's a segment about Batman, detailing what lead to Joker and Harley's capture, and when it cuts to a video of Batman, Joker throws a pie at the television screen. You flinch and turn back to Clayface. "Pardon, where was I?" He sits down on the sofa to the left of the center one, and you take a seat next to him, curling up your knees to your chest as you wait for him to answer. "You were telling me how you're supposed to have a nurse watching you at all times because of your sensory issues and how you tore your skin off?" You nod, now remembering that that was indeed where you were, and continue chatting to him. He moves his head from facing the television and towards you so he can focus on what you're saying better.

You don't notice the other two villains losing interest in the news and gaining interest in you and what you're talking about.

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A loud shrieking noise echoed throughout all of Arkham, reverberating through the halls and down every cell. You whipped your head quickly towards where you think the source of the sound came from, an alarmed expression on your face. "Oh that's just Man-Bat. Don't worry about it." Harley states, throughout the time you've been hanging around the villains they've swapped positions and places on the couches, although you stayed where you were. Right now, Harley was on your left, lounging across the arm of the sofa languidly, with Clayface on the opposite couch from you, not quite as relaxed as Harley but not as uptight as he was earlier. He was letting himself goop onto the floor and all over the couch. Joker had moved over to a table and was writing ideas down, theming from fish with smiles on them to... something Christmas themed- it looked like that to you, at least.

You grimace, "It was loud. Is that going to happen again? Because I can't do that." Clayface shrugs, or at least forms shoulders to shrug and then go back to a more liquid form. "I dunno puddin' cake. Usually they drug him asleep when he starts screeching, but ain't no one runnin' through here." You tilt your head inquisitively, "Puddin' cake? That's an interesting one." She mirrors your head tilt, lappets flopping to the side as she does, "You don't like it?" She questioned. "I don't mind it, it's just unusual." She nods at that and goes back to focusing on you, no longer tilting her head.

Your eyes are beginning to burn, a dulled red burn that eases it's ache as you close your eyes. You're only going to close them for a little bit, just to ease the ache. Only, you started napping.

You were very cute to the villains in the room. A young autistic kid whose horrible family and terrible support system led to them needing to be placed in Arkham Asylum in all places, having to seek solace in criminals instead of the doctors supposed to be helping. Sure, only a few parts of that sentiment was true, but... does it matter when that's what they believe? And want to believe.

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The reason why nobody was scrambling to sedate Man-Bat is because they were scrambling to find you. The two nurses who were supposed to be watching you forgot. That's right they forgot whom they're supposed to be watching over because... they didn't care. It was just a job like any other to them. But... when they remembered, they reported to Officer John that you eloped during a switch off and they couldn't find you. It wasn't true, but John didn't like you anyway so he accepted it as fact.

They've been attempting to find you everywhere. The bathrooms, the common area, your 'room', even outside! They checked everywhere but where you were. The villain's area. When they eventually did though, they were surprised to find you napping.

"HEY!" Was all John could get out before Clayface smashed his arm onto John's mouth. Clayface began to move his face down his arm until he got close enough to whisper to John. "Shhh... You're going to wake them up." And then Clayface released him. He left in a dumbfounded haze and walked towards the office of the man running Arkham Asylum. He needed to hear this. Villains, acting out over some teenager, I mean. A teenager was with them for hours, and they're okay!

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"Alfred, I heard some chatter from the Arkham guards and nurses. Can you have the Bat-computer bring up all of the information on all of the patients at Arkham who are minors?" "A sudden interest in another child, sir?" He pauses for a moment, turning to his butler with a mild look of amusement, "Of course not Alfred, just making sure Arkham isn't doing anything wrong."

Alfred raised an eyebrow at that, but dutifully did as Bruce commanded. "So why the sudden interest in Arkham Asylum patients?" Bruce took off the cowl as he sat down in front of the Bat-computer. "Because, there was a teenager who went into the villain side of Arkham, and was fine. I want to know why they're in Arkham, and why they're still okay. I need to make sure everyone is safe in Gotham."

Bruce began to study each file, although there were only a few minors in Arkham, and only one teenager.

You.

What is so peculiar about you?

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