This is my first DC fanfiction but I love DC so don't worry, enjoy this first chapter

~I Do Not Own Any Characters or Songs~

All In My Head - Fifth Harmony

~Time to Impress~

Madness and Love-Chapter 1:

H.A.R.L.E.Y.

My heels clicked loudly on the floor echoing down the corridor, Frank Boyles and Lyle Bolton stand by the door I am heading for, they hear me coming and Frank gives me a small smile while the more serious Lyle double checks my face to be certain I am me and not one of the patients dressed as me.

I laughed in my head trying to imagine Killer Croc or Harvey Dent trying to walk in my heels and my dress.

"Good morning Lyle, Frank"

"Morning Doc" Frank says, Lyle hmphs I don't take it personally its how he usually greets people, he's very devoted to job, after all he is the head of security here in Arkham Asylum where I am a dedicated psychiatrist.

While I am the youngest psychiatrist on the team at Arkham its been noticed I get along well with my patients more so than my seniors like Dr Gretchen Whistler a senior psychiatrist here at Arkham and my boss, her boss was Dr Hugo Strange the head psychiatrist and his boss, well technically everyone's boss was Dr Jeremiah Arkham his family built Arkham Asylum and he's personally been running it, first as a psychiatrist and then as the CEO in business terms as he owns the entire island Arkham sits on.

Dr Arkham is who I am meeting, having Lyle and Frank here wasn't unusual, but they were hovering which made me think something was up.

"Is everything alright?"

"Yeah life's just going to get a little more nuts then usual around here" Frank says with a bit of a shrug; Lyle however wasn't as blasé.

"Yes difficulties ahead Miss Quinzel" he says.

It annoyed me slightly that he always seemed to purposefully call me Miss Quinzel rather than Dr Quinzel, or even my name Harleen like I was a civilian who wasn't meant to be here and he was the general of an army too busy doing 'important things' to amuse such a person.

In fact, the only person I've ever seen him show more respect to is Dr Arkham being his superior, he treated the guards like soldiers, the doctors like simple medical staff and the patients like prisoners of war trying to escape every moment of every day.

I couldn't vouch for the last one not being true but it seemed a little ridiculous to me.

"Dr Arkham should be able to see you now" Frank says snapping me out of my own thoughts I nod and step into Dr Arkham's office.

"Ah Dr Quinzel so lovely to see you" Arkham welcomes immediately pulling out a chair in front of his desk for me I take it with a smile to him.

I liked Dr Arkham he and I seemed to be on the same page when it came to treating patients we both believed we could help them and return them to society, a view not common around here and drew general distaste from my coworkers.

Penelope Young to point a finger she was six years older than me and completely married to her work, she wanted to work her way up the ladder and god help anyone who stood in her way I learned that my first day at Arkham a little over two years ago.

Straight out of University and interning at Arkham I was given a patient and she seethed because they had been one of hers.

However, Dr Whistler and Dr Arkham agreed with Dr Strange that I needed to go into this job, feet first because honestly not many people wanted to work at Arkham, a few people had died, not just from patients but from suicide.

The job just gets to some people more than others, but I didn't hesitate.

I wanted to work here and I showed Young, Whistler, Strange and Arkham I was more than up to the job, and while my first patient was still a resident there was certainly a remarkable difference in behavior.

"You asked to see me Dr Arkham?"

"Jeramiah please Harleen we know each quiet well by now" Harleen smiles and nods.

"Jeramiah, how can I help you?" I ask pushing my glasses back into place on my nose.

I only really needed them for reading so my eyes didn't need to strain as much but I wore them all the time while at work, something to try and throw off my looks.

However unfortunately I was quite beautiful, dyed blonde hair from a darker shade of blonde, bright blue eyes, a very athletic body due to me keeping fit, a genetic hourglass figure and (so I'm told) addictive lips that have to be stared at especially when I wear the color red on them, my lipstick was dark red right now, my favorite.

People did discriminate by looks I knew that very well, how could someone so beautiful also be so smart? It honestly seemed to perplex some people, like I was joke, only doing this job as a passing fancy. No. I earned my degree.

"Well I've seen your process over these short two years and you are doing remarkably, every patient I've given you, you've manage to make open up, its remarkable, something about you makes them trust you, now this is something really important Harleen especially due to who I'm about to assign to you"

"And who would that be?" I ask casually raking my brain for someone who would be especially difficult who I didn't already work on.

Killer Croc? I talked to him now and then through his door so he knows me and thankfully hasn't tried to eat me.

Cobra? I really didn't want to deal with that guy he was sleazy and I doubt I'd get much from him.

Baby Doll? She'd be an interesting person to work on but Penelope had been her psychiatrist for years now he surly wouldn't blatantly give me one of her patients…again, right? Still searching my brain like a computer Dr Whistler bursts in almost slamming the door.

"Dr Arkham you can't" she says immediately; Jeremiah stands tall seeming to know what the older woman was going to say.

"I understand your hesitance-"

"Hesitance?! Are you kidding sir? This is very serious I don't want my youngest and brightest ruined by that cretan!"

"Harleen has shown she has an exceptional capacity to deal with whomever we throw at her, she changes how she deals with each patient because she sees them as individuals, if she can do the same for him-"

"He'll destroy her"

"She's far stronger than the last attempted-"

"She's too young and too inexperienced, she hasn't come close to someone like this, schizophrenia? Sure, Multiple Personality Disorder, sure. Raging Self Obsessed psychopath, she could handle but not him, there aren't even words to describe him!" Dr Arkham nods seeming to understand her point, I have to intervene I had no idea who they were talking about but it seemed whoever it was seriously needed my help, Dr Whistler was obviously to afraid you could see she was shaking, Penelope was too regimented with how she dealt with patients so she wouldn't do, I had to be me or Strange would be the last resort.

"Doctors" I say to get their attention standing up.

"I understand you're concerned, but you've seen me do really good work and yes I'm young and you're hesitant about me taking on such a big case but that could be a great advantage to me, whoever this person is won't expect me, I'll throw him off and hopefully get him to trust me like I have with the others, you've both taught me that all you need is a little thing that gets you in their head and you're stuck"

"Harleen understand it's not just because you are young we hesitate…we fear for your safety too" Arkham admits.

"He's dangerous?"

"More so than any man in Gotham" Whistler says sadly looking at me with pitying eyes, I didn't need pity I needed to show them I could do this.

"I've dealt with dangerous people, murderers, psychopaths, sociopaths and can handle this guy"

"Not even the Batman can handle this one Harleen, he's escaped this place more times than I care to admit, and every time he does people die I don't want to expose you to this kind of person especially if it results in your death" Whistler says.

"My life is mine, I wouldn't have wanted this job, this career if I wasn't willing to put myself in danger for my patient's sake" Dr Arkham smiled once again seeing a comradery between us.

"Harleen is right, we do this job for their sakes not our own, Hugo's methods wouldn't work on him you know that Gretchen, and Young can't comprise" Gretchen hesitantly nods slowly seriously thinking it over, she looks up right to me.

"I'll let you have a first session, I will be monitoring everything that happens…and we'll go from there" I smile nodding I wanted to scream with happiness but that was really unprofessional so I stayed quiet but in my head I was cheering, I didn't even think about who I could be meeting just that I'd finally proven myself enough for them to really consider me even over Penelope who was six years my senior, oh she was going to hate that.

"All of his files will be sent to your office I suggest you dig in…there's a lot and I know you like to be prepared" Arkham says.

"Absolutely" I agree.

"You'll meet with him in three days, it's going to take that long to transfer him in securely, get him started on our scheduling and hopefully get him somewhat settled to meet with you" I nod.

"Transferring him from where? Belle Reve?" I ask wondering where he was coming from.

"No Gotham General, high security ward, he and Batman had quite a visious fight but he'll be here by the time you clock out, no one wants to risk his men getting to him, I hear Nightwing and Robin will be escorting him from the hospital to here" They needed Nightwing and Robin to escort him? From Gotham General where he is in the high security wing after being badly hurt by Batman? They were still afraid of him? Who was this guy? The Penguin? That was the only person I could think of that could cause such a fuss, but wouldn't I have heard on the news about Penguin being located? He was a high valued target of the GCPD and Batman being a mob boss after all, could it be? I had to ask.

"Who exactly is my patient sir?" Arkham looked me right in the eyes as he sent a chill down my spine.

"The Joker"

So yeah Chapter 1 yay, I haven't written in months this has been great, review what you think and much more to come