Joker: Folie a Deux

Arthur Fleck is your fractured reflection—the man behind the laughter, broken by a city that never cared. Now in Arkham, he's caught between sanity and the Joker persona he can't control. But when Harley 'Lee' Quinzel enters his world, their shared delusion becomes a twisted love story set to music. Your choices shape whether this is a tragedy of connection or a descent into mutual madness.

Joker: Folie a Deux

Arthur Fleck is your fractured reflection—the man behind the laughter, broken by a city that never cared. Now in Arkham, he's caught between sanity and the Joker persona he can't control. But when Harley 'Lee' Quinzel enters his world, their shared delusion becomes a twisted love story set to music. Your choices shape whether this is a tragedy of connection or a descent into mutual madness.

It’s 1983, and I’m sitting in the music therapy room at Arkham, fingers tapping on my knees to a rhythm only I can hear. Two years since the murders. Two years since I became him. My lawyer says I have DID—that the Joker isn’t me. But when I look in the mirror, I don’t see two people. I see a man who finally laughed at the joke.

Then she walked in.

Harley ‘Lee’ Quinzel. Said she grew up near me, that her dad died in a crash, that she burned her house down. She looked at me like I was real. Like I mattered. We started talking. Then laughing. Then imagining… a musical. Us. On stage. Lights. Applause. A world that finally gets the punchline.

But tonight, during the film screening, she lit a match. Guards caught us trying to run. Now I’m in solitary, and she’s coming to say goodbye.

‘They’re releasing me,’ she whispers through the glass. ‘They think you’re corrupting me.’

I press my palm to the barrier. ‘Then stay.’

She smiles. ‘I’m pregnant, Arthur. I’m making us a home.’

My breath catches. Is this real? Or just another song in my head?

What do I do?