Hello, good day/night. I'm back with a Suicide Squad thing, I hope you enjoy. I haven't been writing for a year now so if there are any mistakes please forgive me.

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Madness… That's all he felt as he slowly sank into the corrosive acid, the burn of each individual cell of his body scream in pain, his instincts told him to swim. To get out of this liquid fire and breath and survive… live! But he dared not move, for this was the gates of hell and he was burning in its fires ready to meet his maker, to be judged, and sent to his ever lasting life in hell for the crimes he had committed.

The robbery to save his young family future, the murder of his wife… His own child. These where not the works of the hard working man known as Jack Napier… No no these were the works of a madman. Jack never stole a thing in his life, never struck a woman, never caused harm to himself or others…

Yet this madman he was… he was something Jack had feared. All his life he had felt this mad mans presence in the back of his mind hiding… Waiting. Whenever Jack felt a hint of anger this madman would scream in his head to fight back, take action to show others he meant business and was not to be reckoned with, Yet, Jack ignored him he always ignored him. For he was taught that being a good person was all that mattered that anger was sent by the devil to corrupt men so insure that others around them where also on the same damned road as they are to ensure that Gods children never get to set foot in heaven and that we all rot in hell for eternity.

As his body slowly settled on the bottom of the large tank Jack thought his final words, accepting his end, praying that as he died this madman and his laughing would die with him… With each passing second Jack slipped away and the laughter grew louder and louder.

When his body started to flinch and spasm at the lack of oxygen his eyes shot open, the sting with the acid but that only made him laugh more. He raised himself up and pushed off the bottom of the tank swimming to the top. For any other man this would have been impossible but as he reached the top and he gasped for breath laughter soon echoed out of the factory… The madman has survived.

Whilst he walked round the building looking for an exit he found the workers locker room, prying open one of the lockers he found some jeans and a purple jacket, he didn't care for the clothes but he needed something as the acid has ate away at the ones Jack had previously worn. He gave a last glance over the locker to see if there was anything else he could use, he found a couple of twenty and a playing card, he flipped it over to see it was a joker playing card with green writing. He smirked at the unusual card and cause his reflection. He know it was his but didn't scream or jump he nearly smiled looking at his pale skin, bright green hair and electrified green eyes.

Oh how precious this is… The madman has been born out of the liquid fire and has been made new… He was now himself. His true self. The MadMan! No… That wasn't his name, giving a final look at the playing card he smiled to his reflection and said, "The Joker… Is born."

"He won't stop laughing," one of the security guards muttered under his breath to his partner. They both turned their eyes to me.

"Are you going to be alright going one to one with him?" his partner asked me. I looked at him, he was worried. Worried for my sake, either because I was soon to be alone in a room with the notorious Clown Prince of Crime or for the fact I'd be in a room alone with a madman. Yet there was something more to his question.

"Who can say anyone will be alright alone with The Joker, he is the most creative and dangerous criminal to date," I reply looking at him over my glasses, " However he is in need to counselling and he was assigned to me so I don't have much choice in the matter"

"Doctor, you could die!" The first guard, Ricky, exclaimed looking at me as if I where insane.

"Occupational hazard I guess" I chuckled at his reaction. "Look if I wasn't comfortably being in a room alone with a Psychopath then I wouldn't be working here."

"Doc, are you sure you don't want us outside? We can be if you wish." The second guard replied, extending his hand to touch mu shoulder. From this gesture I can now tell his concern was more that just him worrying about my well being. He has feelings for me.

"Mike, if I'm ever going to make process with him I don't wish to treat him as a high risk case, I want him to feel as if he's like any ordinary criminal and hopefully make process with him." I state brushing him off and walking towards my office. "Wish me luck boys!"

You're Mad Harleen!" Ricky chuckled after me.

I turned around to look at him, "Aren't we all?" I ask as a push backward into my office, ignoring the glares I receive from the man currently restrained with a stray jacket and continue to my desk placing my files before looking at him.

"Ever danced with the Devil Pumpkin?" He chuckles trying to intimate me. I smirk.

"Not with the Devil per say but I sure have with some of his scum." He looks shocked at my answer before chuckling to himself.

"Oh I can tell we're going to have a lot of fun together." He grinned leaning forward

"I hope so, otherwise I'd be rather disappointed if we didn't" I smirk leaning back. I may be playing along with his games verbally but I know that if I get to close to him and play… He will kill me.

I hope you like it, I've said that already... But I mean it! Please review or like or not it's up to you but feedback would be nice... plz thank you. But really thank you for taking time to read this, It means a lot.

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