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Starting from the beginning when things were at their most peaceful the Symbolic Monarchy of Gotham started off with the great philanthropist Dr. Thomas Wayne.

He was the King his good deeds were legendary, his money made him famous but his heart of gold made him loved by all.

His Queen was his wife Martha they were a power couple.

The Jack was Superman though never really seen a lot but everyone knew who he was it was his influence and the Waynes money that kept crime to a minimum.

The Ace was Joe chill the only Crime boss that was brave enough or stupid enough to challenge the wealth of Wayne or the power of Superman.

The Joker was Lew Moxon the partner to Joe chill.

Crime escalated when superman disappeared and both Joe and Lew trapped the Waynes and killed them both leaving their young son Bruce an orphan and alone in the streets.

It was when Bruce became a man that the monarchy returned and Bruce took his place as symbolic King of Gotham.

The Queen was constantly changing as Bruce was always with different women so word spread that the symbolic Queen was Wonder Woman, though after the publicity of Batman the newly found Batwoman became the Queen.

The Jack easily was taken by Batman since no one knew who he really was otherwise they would take the Jack position.

The Ace of Gotham was Robin the boy wonder.

Then the Joker was easily taken by the villain of the hour Red Hood, though it quickly changed when Red hood had an accident at the ACE chemicals plant with Batman then Red Hood was changed into the most famous villain Joker.

As Batman and Robin continued to round up more and more villians Crime was once again at an all time low and Bruce Wayne was no longer the King.

It was here that this story begins.

On her 10th birthday a young girl was being struggled into a straight jacket by 2 burly orderlies, Young Harleen Quinzel was thrashing about, she had all of her friends over for a big birthday party but when she was talking to voices in her head in front of everyone her parents had decided to take drastic measures.

The orderlies were accidently tearing her brand new pink dress, her childrens make up (that she practiced for weeks to do herself until it was perfection) was smudging as she struggled but with a quick injection of morphine little Harleen had calmed but her tears were still smudging her make up.

No longer needed the straight jacket her father stayed behind to clear out the house while her mother took her daughter to the Arkham asylum.

Her dirty and torn dress with her smudgy make up made Harleen look like a clown child, her mother was severely embarrassed she didn't want to have a birthday party because of "the voices" but she kept blowing it off and had tried to drill etiquette into her daughter before the party but Harleen still talked to the voices anyway.

Harleen's mother gave her daughter a smoldering look of disdain as she was carried into the asylum.

As she passed by other patients she caught a glimpse of a man with green hair that gave her a large smile and for some reason it gave her a simple feeling of calmness.

Female nurses stripped Harleen and bathed her clearing off the smudgy makeup then dressed her in light pink scrubs.

The head of the Asylum came down to give her a therapy session himself, a simple man with no popping features but he was handsome in a normal kind of way.

Harleen was gently crying as she explained of her friends in her head and the good doctor couldn't help himself when he saw the young girl was a pretty little thing.

He was quick to write down his diagnosis and his treatment plan, he left in swiftness before he let his mind drift off into crazy land because of a pretty small child.

Harleen was lead out to the social area where she was met with many people all dressed in either pink or blue scrubs depending on their gender, but a few sat off in the corner just glaring at everyone else, just like the popular kids at school.

Harleen found a bench by the window and sat as she waited, and she cried silent tears again.

"What wrong little one?" Said a sultry masculine voice.

Looking over she found the same green haired man and his silver accented smile gave her the same feeling of calm like it did before his handsome features and muscle build told her he was no older then 25.

"Were the big kids being mean?" He pouted with a smile at his own joke.

"My mother left me here cause I keep talking to my friends." Harleen answered.

The man bit a piece of his shirt scrub sleeve and ripped it off then handed it to her, she looked at it with question.

"Here a pretty face like yours should be smiling not wet with tears." He said still pouting a smile and he grew the smile when she took the cloth and wiped her face, the blue makeshift hanky had a gruff smell to it that tickled her nose.

"Now show me a smile, I do love seeing pretty girls with smiles." He stated.

Now calm Harleen felt compelled to give this man her largest smile, which in return earned her, a smile back toward her and this smile didn't scare her or anything it was quite calming.

"That's much better." He retorted at her pearly whites that gleamed and for the first time in his life he felt his heart give a strong pump of blood.

"Whats your name?" He asked tilting his smile to the side.

"Harleen." She replied to the man that reminded her of a clown.

"Harrr-leeeeen. Mmmm" He said rocking his head side to side getting a good taste of the name in his mouth, "May I call you Harley?" He asked with a smile.

"Only if you tell me your name." She replied with another smile.

"They call me." He paused and hummed and doing another dance with his head, "Joker." He finally said.

"Joker." She stated trying his name for a taste herself and enjoyed the flavor as it rolled off of her tongue and even he enjoyed hearing his name come from her voice.

"Harley." He rolled off of his own tongue making her laugh at the comfortable familiarity.

"Can I call you Mr. J?" She asked lightly and it made his heart pump blood roughly causing him slight pain.

He smiled at her again and nodded making her smile at him again.

They sat there and talked as she talked about the voices and he just sat there and listened occasionally telling her a joke that rewarded him with a ringing in his ears of her melodious laugh.

Before long Amadeus Arkham called out her name and her anxiety kicked into over drive.

"Don't worry little Harley. You're gonna be fine." Joker said with a smile trying to give this small child as much comfort as he could since he knew what was coming, since her doctor was Amadeus Arkham, Joker knew for a fact what her treatment was since he used the same for all of his patients.

Joker was getting pissed at his concern for the small child but he felt such compassion for her since he saw being carried in here looking like a clown child.

"tch" he spat as he resumed looking out to the world trying to get his mind off of the hopeless child.

Of course his anger hit overdrive when she came back out though this time her eyes that sparkled before were now a dull lifeless color, the once pearly smile was gone, she was dressed in a simple dull pink dress and being wheeled out in a wheel chair as her parents had come to pick her up.

Harley was only there for a week and every day Dr. Arkham took her for her treatment, but now the lifeless doll that was once the enchanting Harley was heading home ready to born again as a sane model citizen.

Joker's fists clenched in annoyed anger, he sat with his 'friends' and the term was used loosely.

Now that Harley was out of harms way, the riot and escape was easy to plan and to put in motion.

However when Joker came into Amadeus' office to take his revenge he found that he was on vacation and wouldn't be back for a while.

Joker screamed and shouted taking a gun and a baseball bat throwing a very large temper tantrum destroying everything in sight and killing anyone that was in his way or he hated.

The sparkling smile of Harley kept popping into his head, he kept trying to tell himself that his revenge was for himself but his heart was trying to tell him that it was for the little girl.

Joker needed release not in a sexual way but in a mental way, he sure as hell wasn't going to give himself EST so when he got back home to his hidden million-dollar mansion he began the drink of a lifetime.

Harleen however began to slowly come back to life and by the time it was her 11th birthday she was alive again but no voices as well as no memory of her time at the Arkham asylum.

But her mother wasn't going to give any slack this time, she became Harleen's personal tutor, her mother crashed etiquette into her daughters head from day one and no matter how many times she wanted to be called Harley or laugh like a clown on drugs her mother was quick with the ridding crop on Harleens hands.

Harleen grew up being told what to do, she was constantly a good girl, made straight A's and followed the rules, never had a boyfriend, and never disobeyed.

So when Harleen turned 18 she couldn't help feel a tiny bit excited when her parents told her that she had a marriage proposal.

Her feelings got confusing when she saw that her betrothed was none other then Amadeus Arkham.

Harleen was confused but also excited, she viewed him as she sat next to her mother who held her hand ready to squeeze or dig her fingernail into her skin in case Harleen said something or did something unladylike.

"Dr. Arkham has a great reputation, people are calling him the King of our generation dear." Her mother explained though she was a little disinterested, he was a simple but handsome man, his greying dark hair helped to distinguish his features while his chiseled jaw helped to sculpt a slightly fearful look about him.

Harleen kept trying to figure out her feelings about this arrangement with her ever deducing mind it felt like she was only interested in what this man before her could give her rather then actually love the man himself.

But it kept telling her that she really wanted to say yes then through her haze she heard a ring in her ears.

"…Arkham Asylum…." She blinked as she came back into focus to rejoin the conversation.

"Well since the unfortunate escapade of patients that escaped during the riot of 2001, we have finally been able to recapture most of the villains that escaped that night mostly thanks to Batman and the boy wonder but it seems the mastermind behind it all has still been able to avoid us but I really feel we can capture him again and rehabilitate him back into society." The good doctor proclaimed, now Harleens attention was at full throttle and ready to listen to his story.

"Who is it?" She asked with eagerness, though she felt the hard squeezing of her mothers fingers, but Harleens racing heart wanted to know, so she yanked her hand from her mothers grasp and stood up to go and sit by the doctor while pouring him his 3rd refill of wine.

"I would love to hear who you would love to rehab Amadeus." She very lady like used sultry with a very charming seducing tone of voice.

Dr. Arkham had to clear his throat and chug down the glass of wine, "Well miss Harleen its actually the Joker, I believe with proper care and therapy he can become the man he once was." He stated with pride as well as confidence in his work.

Color flashed in Harleens eyes as if she was trying to remember something but she quickly blinked it away and continued on.

"So Dr. Arkham how long did you spend in Psychology school?" She asked carefully crossing her legs.

7 years later, Dr. Harleen Quinzel was sporting her engagement ring as she parked in her titled parking spot next to Dr. Arkhams parking spot, she pulled her ever faithful messenger bag over her shoulders and began her walk inside the large building.

Though she got glares of annoyance from her coworkers she didn't care in the least since it was the patients that she cared about.

In her long trek of growing up with a strict mother Harleen grew a sweet and caring side, and when the good doctor told her about helping people that was all she wanted to do.

So she accepted the good doctor's proposal, her engagement was public because of her ring but who it belonged to was secret for multiple reasons one of the main ones being the many patients in his asylum, the villains of Gotham hated their head doctor and would love nothing more then harm what he loved most, and a wife was easy picking.

Harleen reported for duty in her fiancé's office whom greeted her with a smile but no physical contact.

"Ok, well on behalf of the staff I welcome you to our little family." He said smiling and shifting through his files on his desk.

Alright, well I want to go ahead and dive you right in, no rest for the weary, but I do want to start you off simple, so you have a 2 hour therapy session at 10 it will give you some experience and also give you an idea of what to expect when dealing with convicted criminals." He stated pulling out a certain file.

"Alright, here you go, her name is Poison Ivy, a criminal mastermind with a reputation, so be sure to go in with an open mind."

Harleen opened her mouth to say something but quickly shut it because his phone rang.

"Hello." He asked with great urgency.

"If he's being uncooperative then taze his ass. Get our best guys on him if you have too, we finally have him back and were not going to let him go that easily; Very good I'll be down there soon., don't have too much fun without me." He chuckled hanging up the phone.

"What was that about?" Harleen asked light laughter that was infectious.

"We. Have. Finally. Recaptured. The. Joker." He emphasized with great passion and mild laughter.

Harleen's smile faded as her heart suddenly pumped ten times faster and her excitement grew intense.

In college every psychiatrist that was her teachers or her classmates all knew of the famous psychopath.

"He's really here?" She asked with enthusiasm to match his.

"Yeah." He chuckled while nodding his head with excitement.

"Oh you better go your therapy session is coming up." He said looking at the clock.

"Oh yeah. I guess we will talk more about the Joker later? I want to hear all about him. Who is his doctor?" She asked standing up and pulling her bag back over her shoulders.

"I am, the really dangerous ones come to my care, but I promise to tell you everything." He said smiling.

She returned it with a small smile of her own until he gave her a small paper with her name on it and her office number.

She took the paper and gave a sideways mini curtsy as a flirting sign before walking out of his office neither saying anything but giving silent appreciation.

Harleen walked down the hallways hearing the screams of the hospital's patients, she found her office and it was already decorated, not much color it was bland and boring, but to Harleen she didn't much care.

She put her bag down by her desk and looked at the clock she had to get to her therapy session so she quickly grabbed a paper pallet and her favorite red and black ink pen.

She smiled as she walked toward the patients room following the number that was stamped on the front of the file she was given, its always the dangerous ones that need there therapy in their rooms.

She greeted the guards with a smile and a hello that wasn't returned but she wasn't worried she has been waiting to help someone; she swiped her keycard and entered the room.

It was mostly dark and she heard light nasally breathing from the darkness, she looked around, her heels lightly clacked on the floor as she saw her therapy table and couch.

She placed her file and pallet down on the table as she cleared her throat, alerting the occupant she saw a glint in the darkness of a shiny smile and piercing eyes.

"Hello my name is Dr. Harleen Quinzel, I'm your new doctor starting today, its nice to meet you Miss Ivy." She said with a kind smile and delicate words.

A nasally breath sounded aloud as a deep leering voice spoke, "You've got the wrong room doc, Ivy is 2 floors down." It was a man she was in the room with.

Harleen's smile dropped and went to open her file and inside was the mugshot of a man with brown hair and chiseled features.

"I'm so sorry, he must have given me the wrong file." She was trying to be quick in grabbing her things and about to leave.

"I'm sorry for disturbing your rest, I need to get to my patient please excuse me." She said turning toward the door but the rooms inhabitants were faster making her run face first into a hard chiseled bare chest with tattoos covering it then seeing him in the light shook her to the core.

His green hair glinted in the light and his red smile was huge and spine tingling, while the silver grill he sported sparkled as they caught the light with movement or the cocking of his head.

"What's the rush?" He smiled down at her, he was intimidating to say the least as he slowly walked forward causing her to back up and then fall directly into a metal chair.

He continued to walk around her front as he surveyed the grown up the little Harley he once knew, had become.

He walked toward the couch giving her a good view of his back muscles along with his glutes that the blue scrub pants couldn't stop from hiding.

She shook with raspy breaths at his godlike physique, and his tattoos made him look like a fallen angel.

He turned slowly still watching her as he descended down to sit on the couch.

"Your already here, right? Might as well give me my therapy 2 hours early."

It was here that Harleen came back to reality, she had the opportunity to attend THE JOKER, how could she leave now even though a normal doctor might get in trouble but with her fiancé being the head of the asylum and it was his mistake that brought her here so she also had leverage against him.

She straightened up and got settled to start, but a glint boiled Joker's anger when he caught sight of the shiny affliction that donned her left hand.

"Your married?" He asked trying to stay calm.

Harleen looked up then down at her ring, which was against the rules to have.

"Oh, engaged it was an arrangement by my parents when I turned 18." She stated taking it off and securing it inside her pencil skirt pocket.

Joker calmed realizing that it was merely a small fluke that can be fixed.

"How have you been Harley?" He asked laying out as he surveyed her movements, but also giving familiarity which confused Harleen.

"I go by Harleen, but you can call me Dr. Quinzel." She stated with a smile and no familiarity, which confused the Joker.

As he watched her write down her notes before beginning his mind clicked, with children an excessive amount EST can cause memory loss, he clenched his fists in great anger.

'Don't worry little Harley I will set you free.' The Joker said in his head but also as a prayer and promise to whatever God was up there.

"How about this doc." He stated making her look up at him.

"If you call me a nickname can I call you Harley?" He asked with a wicked smile.

"What did you have in mind?" She asked her Brooklyn accent peeking out.

"How about Mr. J?" He smiled largely quizzically.

"Mr.J!" she said tasting the name on her tongue and liking its musky flavor, while Joker enjoyed his ringing ears as her older woman voice said his nickname that she herself gave him all those years ago.

Harley sat there intrigued as she and Joker laughed and conversed like old friends, it was comforting to Harleen but pleasurable to Joker, no longer a little girl he can enjoy her womanly celestial beauty for himself.

He laid out on the bed and talked about his abusive parents and neglecting siblings which intrigued Harleen, but when they got to his crimes he spoke with passion, which for some reason dampened Harley's panties.

She had to cross her legs and tighten them as much as she could, but it didn't stop the smell from reaching the Joker's nose and caused his crotch to itch like none of his usual bitches could make or cure.

Before he could say something perverted the door opened to find Dr. Arkham looking exasperated, which alerted Harleen that her session time was up.

The Joker's passion and excitement changed into a passion of hate and eagerness of murder at the sight of his least favorite doctor.

"Dr. Quinzel, I do believe I gave you the wrong folder, I hope you didn't have too much trouble with Joker." He asked with worry giving a light caress to her arm.

Watching that older man touch his property caused Joker to clench his fists in frustration and it got even worse when he pulled her hand up and landed a kiss on the back of her left hand instantly remembering.

"Oh, I don't know what I would do if I lost you Harleen." Amadeus stated trying to catch his breath.

Harleen felt empowered by her position as being a good doctor to help the Joker since all the others were driven out by either madness or fear, but she held a smile and empowerment.

"It is fine Amadeus, it was actually very productive." She stated.

Dr. Arkham then lost all breath and stared at her in awestruck, but he was quickly snapped out of it when the patient that didn't enjoy being ignored came up and pulled Harleen into his body for a hug.

She was surprised by the action but also she felt warm and comfortable.

The guards came up and pointed their guns at him, but Dr. Arkham was quick to disarm them as he watched.

What happened next surprised them all.

"Thank you Dr. Quinzel for your help." Joker said with no smile but with scrunching his eyes as if in desperation.

He pulled away and walked backwards slowly, his head low; Harleen missed his embrace immediately and gave him a look of pity.

"I'm impressed, Dr. Quinzel. I've never seen this side of the Joker. You must of made quite the dent in his rehab." Arkham said with a smile.

"I'd like to think so. I know I enjoyed it as well."

"Well since he has had his session then I will take Poison Ivy for the day, but tomorrow we will switch accordingly." He stated with firmness.

"Oh no. Doc, I'd rather have Dr. Quinzel. She knows just how to speak to me and I feel comfortable enough to tell her anything." Joker stated with a sickeningly light voice leaking with praise for the blonde bombshell of a doctor, which he himself was dying for.

"I am your doctor. Joker not Ms. Quinzel and that is final." Arkham said affirming while roughly grasping Harleen by the arms and pulling her towards the door, which greatly angered the Joker.

He had, had enough was about to pounce until her voice rang in his ears.

"Its ok Mr. J, it will be alright I will do what I can do to help you that is my promise as a doctor." She said standing in between him and the bastard Arkham.

Joker didn't say anything but he just nodded and walked back to the dark part of his cell.

Arkham was tenderly escorted out of the cell by Harley's gentle guiding

Joker listened as the footfalls faded into silence then he came back to the door and slipped his hand through the hole toward the guard.

The guard held his hand up and found a sparkling diamond ring of great value falling onto his palm.

2 months later, Harley was finishing up her paperwork on her latest session with Poison Ivy when she noticed it was getting late.

Dr. Arkham had offered to stay and help but she wanted to finish on her own, suddenly an alarm rang out.

Harleen knew the tone as well as the voice that rang over the loud speaker.

"The hospital is in lock down, there is a patient in need of care, we are in code blue." It kept repeating.

She sprang into action she couldn't see anyone until she found 3 orderlies running around and saw her.

"Dr. Quinzel quick we need your help." She ran towards them as they lead her to the criminal ward and right into a familiar cell.

More orderlies had tied him down as they waited for a doctor, though she was only a psychiatrist she did have training in the medical field.

Mr. J was convulsing though the orderlies thought he was having a fit and tied him down however he has yet to calm and now he was foaming from the mouth.

"Get me an IV with fluids, and10 CC's of Asemical."

The orderlies ran out to get what she needed as she ran off to the nearby nurses station to get alcohol wipes, and a shot of adrenaline.

She came back and was quick to administer the adrenaline, she waited for only a moment as he began to calm, his breathing was lightly labored but he was alive.

The orderlies came back with what she had requested, she was gentle in setting up the IV getting him on fluids then she carefully injected the Asemical into the IV, upping his drips she watched as his breathed began to even out and he went to sleep.

Then she went to work. "When did this start?" She asked his guards.

"The doc with the usual nightly meds came by and then lights out but after 30 minutes he just began to convulse."

Harleen began to think. "It must have been something with his medicine. Which is preposterous but maybe not. Keep an eye on him, I will be back."

"Yes ma'am." Harley used her card to swipe the alarm system easily shutting it off, then went to Arkhams office, she pulled Joker's file and looked at his medicine log finding that the medicine he was given is new, thinking this was a cause of an allergic reaction, she would need to run some tests.

Harley took a shot of 5-hour energy to wake herself up as she gathered the equipment needed for a blood draw.

Returning to the room she found Mr. J awake.

"Oh good your awake." She called out a little too excitingly.

"I hear you're the angel that saved my life." He chuckled still strapped down.

"Unstrap him please." She asked as she prepared her things.

"Don't pull out the IV it will help to stabilize you." She ordered watching as he lightly stretched and sat up on his bed.

"Wouldn't dream of it. I'd rather not go through that again."

She had her stuff ready for a blood draw if needed but she needed to ask him first.

"Mr. J do you know if you're allergic to the medicine Rethivel?" She asked clicking her pen at the ready to take notes.

"I don't think so I took it as a kid but they got me off of it for good behavior." He said chuckling.

"OK well, I will need to draw some blood so that I can run a few tests, it seems your body rejected it.

"Do what you gotta do" He said with minor exhaustion.

She picked up the basket and kneeled slightly in front of him as she went to prepare his non IV'd arm for blood drawing.

He only watched her, he thought to himself how pretty she is but it was quickly overturned by his plans for her thinking about how much prettier she will be covered in her own blood and maybe a months worth of his cum before lettingher eyes roll into heaven.

A small painless prick jolted him back to reality and saw how his light red blood began to fill the vials.

"Is that because of the ACE chemicals?" She asked catching on quickly.

"Indeed." She put on her thinking face again.

"Maybe it was you who was having a reaction to the medicine maybe with the chemicals." She thought aloud.

"It could be." He replied impressed by her smarts.

She cleaned the wound and gave him a bright green Band-Aid that matched his hair.

"I prefer purple." He stated as a joke with a smile, "with a kiss for healing."

Harley smiled at his recovery since he was feeling alright enough to be funny, she found the last purple Band-aid and covered the green one but just to add to his joke she took a red marker and drew a small pair of lips on them.

She grabbed her basket and stood while smiling as Mr. J admired her joke.

"Get some rest Mr. J I will come back in an hour to check on you, I promise I wont leave you tonight not until you feel better." She swore.

She walked with grave out of the cell and let the guards close his door gently leaving him alone to rest.

The orderlies went back to their stations while the guards stood at attend.

Harley walked down to the lab but not before she passed by the front door and saw Arkham talking with the police.

She carefully hid her basket and went out to talk to them.

"…I don't know what happened officer I was at home…." She heard the good doctor say.

"I can explain what happened." She said gaining their attention.

"Ma'am you work here?" The officer asked.

She showed her badge and introduced herself.

"Dr. Harleen Quinzel, sir. I was working late when the alarms went off apparently one of our patients had an allergic reaction to his new medication, luckily I was still here so I was able to help him."

"Is he alright now no need for the Bat?" The policeman asked and for some reason thinking about the Bat coming near here while Mr. J is here got on her nerves real quickly.

"Yes I have him on an IV drip and I am taking his blood down to the lab to run some tests. He is still in his cell with guards and on bed rest until he feels better." She explained with grace.

Suddenly she felt eyes on the back of her neck and she knew he was watching her, his killer eyes always felt the same and it gave her a straighter posture.

The police left and Arkham stretched and yawned.

"So who was the patient?" He asked.

"No one you need to worry about until morning, go home and rest." She tenderly said.

"You sure?" He asked while yawning.

"Yes. I'm wide awake while you've yawned twice in the last minute." She replied with nonchalant care.

"Alright see you tomorrow then." He stated walking off.

She turned around still feeling his death glare eyes on her watching to see if she would break her promise but his eyes lightened as he watched her return inside.

Once his line of sight was broken he laid back down to sleep while Harleen closed, locked, and armed the asylum.

She found her basket and went down to the lab, she spent all night in their running her tests but watching the clock making sure to go back up to his cell to check on him, most of the time he was asleep but she accidently woke him up when it was time to remove the IV which she was generous in putting on a purple Band-Aid with another drawing of lips.

He smiled at her but said nothing as neither did she, it was 5 am when it was time to unarm the asylum as other doctors began to show up, and her tests were finished.

She went back up to her office after cleaning the lab to prepare her report of Mr. J's nightly care.

It was 7 when Arkham showed up and she had her report ready.

"IT WAS THE JOKER?" He screamed after spewing and spitting up his coffee.

"Yes" She replied nonchalantly.

"Why didn't you tell me?" He asked growing anxious.

"There was no need too, I was already working on his care and you were exhausted."

"But he is my patient." He almost screamed.

"True but he is a patient and according to the rules of the Asylum any doctor personnel can care for a patient if their primary physician is unable to." She said with a smile choosing her words while enjoying pissing him off.

"I have finished my report and run the tests on his blood." She began making him fall back into his chair n a huff.

"He had taken Rethivel when he was a child but I found that its actually the ACE chemicals in his system that caused the reaction, and I was able to separate the chemicals from his blood and run tests on both, his blood gave no reaction, but the ACE chemicals had a serious reaction, were lucky that it didn't kill him." She stated with great satisfaction.

"You were able to separate the chemicals from his blood can we do it with his body?" Arkham asked quizzically and with a sparkle of enthusiasm in his eyes.

"Removing it from his blood was easy although removing it form his body might kill him." She said easily killing that very dangerous curiosity he had.

She smiled in triumph though he wanted to take Mr. J's file, she refused, and held it close before calling him out

"I think it best that I be made his primary care physician." She stated firmly.

"Why is that?"

"Because he seems to do better with me and your still busy with other patients, just let me try for at least a month." She practically begged through her large black glasses with puppy dog eyes.

Sucker he was Arkham allowed he would allow her first 2 sessions to be supervised by him but after that Joker would be her problem after that.

Arkham felt a feeling of relaxation after that but also a disappointment but his relief was greater, since it would only be a month and as she was to be his wife he could share the credit or at the very least take it all for himself.

Harley felt accomplished, and she couldn't wait to tell Mr. J the good news, as well as the results of his tests.

She slid her badge and entered his cell unfortunately she entered at the wrong time, she barely saw a small glimpse as he was leaned over with his back towards her while he pulled up his underwear, she saw him in all his pasty muscular glory and large man's junk dangling in between his legs hidden by shadows, she watched as he stood up covering his pelvis with the purple underwear before turning around to see her then busting out a large toothy grin, barely noticing his green hair was wet from a shower.

She blushed deep red and turned towards the now closed door while saying.

"Didn't mean to intrude." Though she was blushing with wide eyes she still held the posture of a professional.

She faintly registered an "OK" which told her she could turn, but when she did she came face to face with his chiseled chest and luckily he wore pants.

He reached up above her head and pulled the blue scrub shirt from the wall behind her, he walked off toward the table as he slipped the shirt over his head.

She was still composed but her face felt hot.

"Dr. Quinzel how was your night?" He said grinning more.

"It was tiring and I plan on going home to get some rest after this, but I wanted to come by and let you know that my suspicions were confirmed, the ACE chemicals had a bad reaction with medicine and with a few more tests I did I did find a series of other medicines that you can't take based on this finding." She explained letting her professionalism overpower her heated blush and calmed down.

"Well hopefully Arkham will take that into consideration." Mr. J said taking a comb through his hair while looking in a mirror.

"Well there wont be any need for his opinion, since I have requested and got approved to become your doctor and oversee your care myself." She said with a smile and ease.

Mr. J stopped mid stroke and turned to smile largely at her.

"Then were gonna have lots of fun."

Harley ordered for Mr. J to have a day of rest and that she would have their first therapy session the next day after they both get some rest after the long night they both had.

"A bit of advice doc if I may." He said sitting at the table and cocking his head from side to side while smiling and squinting.

"Sure." She replied with a smile.

"Got a paper and pen." He asked.

"Sure." She pulled out a blank page from her pallet and let him use her favorite pen.

He wrote down about half of a paragraph then folded it to hand it back to her along with her pen.

Follow those instructions for a really deep sleep that will make you feel relaxed and wide-awake when you wake up.

"Thank you." She said nodding.

"Yu have yurself a gudday Mistah J." She relayed heading toward the door not noticing her Brooklyn accent went all out with that sentence, He didn't say anything but just smiled how he would love to hear that accent screaming.

Harley finished up her report for the day then was about to put Joker's file in her filing cabinet but she felt compelled to take it home.

She walked out of the asylum and instantly felt his eyes on her again, they followed her out to her car then she remembered the instructions, so with his eyes on her she opened the instruction and smiled.

Hot bath sit for 30 minutes, Black Tea brewed for 5 minutes, 1 shot of Kahlua, 1 shot of gin, drink cold and on a full stomach preferably Bubba's Pizza smiling special (tell him Mr. J sent you).

Harley smiled then folded up the instructions, his eyes felt a sense of pride as they watched her.

She continued to feel his eyes as she drove down the mountain back into Gotham city, she first stopped by the liquor store and bought medium size bottles of Kahlua and gin.

Next came the pizza, she removed her lab coat and walked into the pizza parlor, luckily business was low other then a few gangsters hanging around and viewed her like she was crazy.

A fat man with a stubbly beard was wiping his hands while hollering at her "Can I help you ma'am?" She walked up to the counter as he leaned into her and whispered.

"I would advise you don't stay here to long this is a gangster hang out and a pretty lady like you shouldn't be caught here alone for very long.

"I'm just here for the smiling special, Mr. J sent me." She said in a low voice but recognition crossed his eyes.

"Yes ma'am, you tell Mr. J the streets missed him is he out yet?" he lowly whispered.

Not wanting to start anything she took on her Brooklyn accent and replied.

"Not yet, but I will pass along the message." She said with a smile and a wink.

She didn't have to wait long for her order; it was 2 personal pan pizzas and 2 bottles of grape soda.

She began to pull out her wallet and asked "How much?" still keeping her Brooklyn accent.

"Nothing, since Mr. J sent you, you pay nothing Miss." He said turning around to go back to work.

She returned her wallet to her purse and zipped it up, she grabbed the 2 pizzas and the bag of soda.

When she got home she found that she couldn't get rid of her smile, she followed the instructions, first putting the pizzas in the microwave not turning it on but just putting them in to keep them warm and the sodas and alcohol in the fridge.

Then went to run her a hot bath, she soaked generously but running her hands over herself she found her virgin slit was soaking wet but not from the bathwater, so going to clean herself she found her clit was extremely sensitive, thinking back to walking in on him she found her breath laboring, her heart pumping and her finger flicking, it felt powerful she had to get out of the hot bath before she got overheated, but she slipped landed face first on her carpeted floor her messenger bag falling and his file slid open along with his mugshot his silver smile glinting his madness.

She saw him watching her as her finger wasn't enough, she looked over to the cabinet under her sink her need clouding her judgment as she found the clit tickler her sister bought for her 18th birthday.

She tore open the packaging and put the fresh battery from her ladies razor and turned it to full blast, she slowly descended it down keeping her eyes on his mugshot until the powerful vibration it her sensitive clit, and she had to bite down on her fist to muffle her scream.

A virgin's first orgasm is always the most powerful and to Harleen it was no exception she rolled to the side keeping the tickler in place to ride out the electric feeling while trying to catch her breath.

Back at the Asylum the Joker was awoken, he heard screams all around him but one in particular he thought it sounded like his doctor and it tickled his ears and made him smile as the familiarity of its reasoning caused his member to jolt in need.

Harley emptied her bath and ran a cold shower making the electric feeling calm down slowly.

Once she felt clean and calm, she got out and dressed in a large T-shirt and shorts, she brushed out her long blonde hair then prepared the drink as it said so in the instructions, its flavor was exciting and tickled the senses.

She sat and opened one of the pizzas seeing a strange pizza covered in extra cheese and sprinkled with an assortment of candy.

She smiled and took a bite, savoring the flavor especially its mix with the drink.

"Tasty." She said to no one in particular.

After finishing her pizza she chugged the rest of her drink as she walked toward the kitchen to put her dishes away.

Exhaustion was kicking in she was actually worried she wouldn't make it to her bed but luckily she did but once her light was out she fell asleep as her head was falling to land on her pillow.