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This is my take on the day Harleen Quinzel, Harley Quinn, meets the Joker.
Hope you enjoy!
I kept changing my outfit. I wasn't sure what to wear. I wanted to look professional but not seem too uptight. Today was the day I got to have my own patient. I've had some other patients that originally belonged to other doctors. Those patients were boring and all seemed to fade together. One criminal after another claiming innocence and blaming their misfortune on society or the allusive "Batman".
Today I will have my own patient rich with a complex psychological history. He goes by the Joker, he is a merciless criminal and I look forward to searching through his mind and his past to find his motive.
I decided to stick with a black pencil skirt, a maroon coloured blouse, and I twisted my hair up out of my face with a pencil.
My train ride to Arkham Asylum seemed longer than usual. I went through security as usual, swiped my ID card as usual and a Senior resident ran through the procedures to go by if the patient gets aggressive. I nodded and pretended to listen even though I learned these procedures months ago. He wished me luck and continued down the hall. I took a deep breath and nodded to the armed guards to open the door.
The room, it's was more of a cell, was dark and quiet and there was a chair facing away from me. I could see the outline of the man sitting in front of the barred window. I flipped on the light switch and the fluorescent lights abruptly turned on and illuminated the peculiar man. He had green hair slicked back, his face was sprinkled with tattoos that I wasn't close enough to read, and his front teeth were silver. He didn't seem to react to the lights change he just sat there smiling at me as if he could see right through me.
He was haunting but intriguing. I sat across from him at the table. "Um, Mr..." I flipped through my files and paperwork for his name.
"Joker. I'm the Joker." He said with a wide smile.
"Well Mr. Joker, I'm Dr. Quinzel. Why don't we start with how you got here?" I said, I could hear the shaking in my own voice.
"Hey doc, you're shaking." He nodded down to my trembling hands that quaked over the papers.
"Oh my, I'm sorry, I-"
"No, I'm flattered." He interrupted. "Are you a fan of my work?" He smiled looking deep into my eyes.
"Your work?" I asked trying to evade eye contact.
"My comedy, my mischief, my highjinks. I'm a real crack up." He proceeded to laugh this infectious cackle. I couldn't help but giggle in response.
"Nice laugh, doc." He spoke in a charming way of stretching out each syllable as if he weren't going to let the words come to an end.
"Thank you. Now Mr. Joker, why don't you tell me what brought you here?" I said trying to get back on track.
"Well, doc, Bats really took a liking to me. Won't leave me alone." He said smiling.
"Now this 'Bats' is Batman, correct?" I asked so I could clarify in my notes.
"Me and Bats go way back. I don't like formalities." He winked at me.
"Do you feel like you're being personally targeted?" I asked.
"Yes. But that's how it's always been." He looked down then back up at me.
"That can be very hard for a person to deal with. Do you have any type of support system?" I asked him, I tried to shake off my pity for him but he seemed so damaged.
"Huh?" He looked confused.
"A support system. Friends, family, a significant other, a confidante." I looked at him, he was frowning.
"No, I'm all alone." He looked deep into my eyes. He was so broken, I couldn't wait to keep working with him. I couldn't wait to gain his trust so we could dive deeper.
"You don't have to be alone, anymore." I smiled at him and he smiled right back at me. I looked at the clock on the wall behind me.
"Unfortunately, we are out of time. Our appointment tomorrow will be longer." I said. He frowned but nodded his head.
"It's a date, doc." He smirked at me. I giggled and the guards came in. They ripped him out of the chair. It seemed cruel, the way they manhandled him. He looked over his shoulder and winked at me before they dragged him out of the room.
I had never felt so intrigued with a patient before but there was something about the Joker. He made me feel so many different thing. I was suspicious of him, curious about him, and scared of him all at once. I could barely hold in my excitement for our session tomorrow. I wanted to do backflips out of the room but I maintained my professionalism.
Until tomorrow I would spend my time thinking about the Joker and thinking about ways I could help him. I knew I would be the only one who could help him.
A/N: Hope you liked it! This is the first encounter between the Joker and Harleen. If you have any questions, suggestions, or more please leave me a comment! Thanks!