Disclaimer: I don't own suicide squad.

"Dr. Quinzel?" Joan Leland asked, trying to get the distracted doctors attention. "Are you listening?"

Harleen snapped out of the daze she was in. "Hm?" She replied. This was her first day at Arkham. She was one of the youngest psychiatrist to ever be hired here. She graduated college at a mere seventeen years old and now here she was eighteen years old working at Arkham Asylum. Usually she wouldn't have been hired at such a young age but knowing Bruce Wayne had its perks. She met Bruce through his adopted son Dick Grayson whom she met at Gotham University.

"I was saying it's great to have a fresh new face in here. We have a lot of doctors coming and going but none ever stay but none are ever as young as you. Maybe with you being so young you'll add a certain aura in the air. Now come on Dr. Arkham wants to give you a list of patients that you will begin treating effective immediately."

Harleen gave her a nod and a smile and followed right behind her to Dr. Arkham office. She entered and Joan said her goodbyes. "Dr. Quinzel it's great to have you here, sit please," Dr. Arkham greeted.

She sat down and put her hands in her lap waiting for Dr. Arkham to speak. "Bruce Wayne practically forced me to give you this job and since he provides most of the funding I couldn't say no so here you are. I'm going to give you three patients Edward Nygma, Pamela Isley, and The Joker."

She practically choked on air. "Excuse me?" She asked as calmly as possible. "The Joker? You want me to treat The Joker?"

Dr. Arkham smirked in triumph. He didn't like teenage brat psychiatrist being pushed on him. He hoped she would quit once he told her she would be treating The Joker because who in Gotham wasn't scared of The Joker? "Yes, The Joker," He replied. "Do you have a problem with that Dr. Quinzel?"

Harleen thought about it for a moment. He was hoping she would quit. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction though. She wasn't scared of no Joker. She put on a smile that would brighten up all of Gotham. "No. No problem at all."

"Good. You'll meet with him twice a week and the other two once a week." He knew one session with Joker would be enough to scare her off. "Here's your schedule and patient files." He handed her the schedule and the files.

"Thank you Dr. Arkham," She said, getting up to go see what her new office would look like. She had the guard named Kilson point her in the right direction. He was a stocky fellow but seemed nice enough. She put the key in the door and entered her office. It was big and dark but that was okay it was Arkham. She already had thoughts about her three new patients. She would put some plants in here for Poison Ivy. Riddles, puzzles, and word games for Riddler. And playing cards for Joker. Her first session with him was tomorrow and she could not wait. She wondered what he would be like. She had seen him on tv multiple times but never in person.

She sat down at her desk taking out Jokers files. He was a master at manipulation but she was certain she knew how to protect herself from his antics. She wouldn't let him chase her off. She would do her absolute best to last longer than any of his other doctors. He had seven different doctors in a matter of three months. 'Oh.' Well that wouldn't discourage her. She had something those other doctors didn't have and that was patience. She didn't care how long it took to get him to talk she would have him talking in a matter of sessions. 'I'll become his best friend if I have to.' Harleen decided she would do whatever it took to get Joker to open up to her.

That night she took the files home and read about the Crown Prince of Crime all night. He was a fascinating man. He seemed to give every doctor who tried to treat him the run around. Another thing she noticed was all of them either quit or were found mysteriously dead. She fell asleep reading all night anticipating their meeting.

When she awoke in the morning she got dressed and went into work thirty minutes early to prepare herself for her first session with The Joker. She was getting more and more nervous by the second and thought about canceling and getting out of Arkham without any delay. But no, she couldn't do that. That was the coward's way out and Harleen Quinzel was no coward. She sat at her desk tapping her foot and watching the clock. Soon the guards came with The Joker and she sat on the chair opposite from the couch while they led The Joker to the couch. He had a straightjacket on and shackles on his feel.

"We'll be right outside if you need us," One of the guards told her. She nodded in reply. Both guards left out of the office closing the door behind them.

The Joker let out a laugh startling her out of her thoughts. "How old are you?" He asked.

Harleen frowned. He wasn't going to like her answer. He comes the "You're just a kid speech" that everybody gave her. She took a deep breath. "Eighteen."

His laughing disappeared almost immediately. "I don't have a problem killing kids," He told her, waiting for a reaction from her. When her facial expression didn't change he moved on to a different antic. "What's your name kid."

"Dr. Quinzel," She said quietly.

"Are you scared of me Dr. Quinzel?"

"No. I thought I would be but now that you're here I really don't see all the hype."

He was going to like this doctor. She would last longer than all the other ones.

"Do you want to tell me about yourself? Or do you want me to tell you about me."

He laughed. "I'm flattered really but I don't date kids."

She rolled her eyes. What did she say that implied she wanted to date him. He was trying to throw her off her game. "Tell me about yourself," She said, ignoring his statement that had nothing to do with the question.

"You should know all about me kiddo," He told her.

She took a deep breath. If he called her a kid one more time she was going to scream. "I do but I want to know more about you," She said, with her signature smile.

He had a look one his face as though he was thinking about it. She took the time to really study his features. Look at every single detail from his scars to his green colored hair. "You don't have to if you don't want to," She told him. "I would actually like to build a bond with you. Many doctors keep it too professional and that may make it hard for you to trust them but I want to take a different approach with you. Only if it's okay with you. Is it?"

"I like you Dr. Quinzel," He finally said. "You speak your mind and that's a quality I like in a woman."

She smirked. "Woman? I thought I was a kid?"

"Oh no," He said, licking his lips. "You're all woman."

She realized she was biting her lip and stopped. 'Keep it cool Quinzel.'

She was wearing her hair down and tucked a piece behind her ear. His eyes were on her the whole time. She smiled at him.

"Come here Doc," He demanded. She almost found herself getting up and walking over to him but stopped herself at the last minute.

"I can't do that," She said.

"But you want to," He stated, not a question.

She almost said yes but decided that wasn't the best course of action. She couldn't let him control her. instead she said, "Are you actually going to talk to me or are you going to keep playing mind games because if it's the latter than I can just give you the silent treatment and waste both of our time Mr. Joker."

He stared at her for a moment then began to laugh. "God you're hot. I'm going to have fun breaking you."

"You'll have fun trying," She stated smugly.

Yeah she was going to last way longer than the others.

Soon the session was over and the guards took him back to his cell. He was not how she expected him to be. She thought he would be intimidating but he wasn't at all. In fact, she felt an odd sense of security when she was around him. It didn't bother her that much since she had always been a bad judge of what was safe and what wasn't. Her guard had to stay up around him and even though she didn't want to admit it he was attractive.