Disclaimer: I don't own Harley, Joker, or the comics.

A/N: So I've never read any of the comics, but the trailers to the up-coming movie 'suicide squad' left me wanting more of my fav's from the trailers so far, Joker, and Harley. I think after doing some background info on them both I've got their general personalities done. Also I would like to make a note before you guys go on and read, I am basing their looks off of the movie trailer, mainly because I enjoy their more 'crazier' looks in it.

Chapter 1: Somethings Off

Harleen Quinzel

Coming to a slow halt in front of a well known facility called, Arkham Asylum, home to many well known and famous criminals, most of whom are crazy. I've always enjoyed taking in the perspectives of criminals, well, crazy criminals. The kind that go above and beyond, completely off the rails to complete their objective and still manage to stay somewhat sane while doing it. Or maybe they didn't even stay sane, maybe in my mind they stayed sane because I also enjoy some of the crazy aspects of their life.

Walking into the building with a white lab coat on, some jeans, and a tight red shirt I made my way over to a woman who had looked as though she spent the night at the facility. Maybe she thought that for some reason I would show up without her and decided it was best just to stay and make sure, or maybe she also enjoyed the crazies. But that was something I would never come to know.

"Good Morning," She greeted me with a warily smile. She had dark bags under her dark brown eyes, wrinkles most likely due to stress, and a pale complextion despite her dark tan. Her hands were shaking when she extended an arm.

I took her hand out of consideration, even though I really didn't want to touch her. Something about her just made my mind itch, I could already tell I wasn't going to like the lady.

"Morning," I replied a couple seconds after her.

"I'm Doctor Martha Weston, but feel free to call me Mar. Everybody does," her smile this time seemed a bit warmer, but also hesitant.

Returning the smile I confidently say, "I'm Harleen Quinzel, but everyone calls me Harley."

"Harley," she mumbles and opens her mouth as if to say something else, but stops almost immediatly and starts to guide me through my new work place.

We weave through hallways, entering a cafeteria first, she makes sure to introduce me to everyone we pass on the way. The next stop would be the front desk that had giant words 'SECERITY CHECK' lined acrossed it. A few mean dressed in uniforms, heavily armed, give smug smiles as Mar utters their names. I didn't bother remembering them, I didn't like them either.

Then we finally make it into the Asylum's heart. My hands are shaking and my feet were going numb with excitement as we entered the very place I anticipated most. I made sure to glance into every cell we went by, I didn't want to miss a single face, movement, whisper that I glided past.

Mar, on the other hand, did not look as thrilled as I was.

"Careful," I faintly heard her say, "They will chew you up and spit you out as if you actually were nothing but a piece of gum."

I give a small laugh, "I'll keep that in mind." But I didn't want to, getting chewed up and spit out would just be part of the new found fun I was going to have with these people.

That is, until I found him.

He sat in the corner of his rather dark cell. Glancing back and forth between other cells, for some reason his stood out, it seemed... darker than the rest. His neon green hair peered just slightly into the light, he was facing the wall, the darkest wall. His hands were clenched together as his chin rested on them, his elbows proped up in his lap.

I stared at him facinated, deciding to get closer and closer until there was nothing but glass seperating us.

"Careful their darlin' " he murmured, not even bothering to look towards me. "Don't wantcha ta get yourself hurt."

Something about his voice lured me in, not wanting to take his words of advice. It made me want to get an even closer look at him, and if I could have just broken the glass and sat there across from him, I would have.

"Thats the Joker," I jumped as Mars hand laid itself on my shoulder. She was now standing next to me looking in on the now silent Joker. "He's our most... odd one." She said softly as though it were a secret.

I suppose he was supposed to scare me, strike fear into the air I was breathing, make me want to run in the oppisite direction. But I didn't want to. Instead I heard myself saying without even thinking, "I want to evaluate him." A sense of egarness in my voice.

She raised her eyebrows and said in shock, "Excuse me?"

"Let me see what he has to say."

Minutes of silence pass as he was now more propped up than before.

Before he was sitting there, slouching down, acting as though he was deep in conversation. Now he was in near perfect posture and seemed as though he was listening more intently than before.

I had to pry my eyes off him to give her a pleading look, "Aren't I allowed to pick my first subject?"

It was a policy of theirs, to allow their newcomers to pick their first subject. The policy was put in place to allow them, me, us to get the feel of the place. To give us an opportunity to think of all the types of questions to ask our subject.

This time it only took her a couple of seconds to shake her head vigurously, "No, not this one."

I gave her an irritated look, "You all said I could pick who I wanted to choose as my first subject and I chose. If you are going to go back on that policy then you should think, no, you should change the policy."

After giving more thought to my comment she bit her lip, "Fine," she murmured, "But on one condition. You are to watch over him for a couple of months writing down notes on his behavior, his mood, how he talks to the gaurds. In that time you will also read his file and look over all the crimes he has commited. If you are still willing to have him as your first subject, then you are more than welcomed to take him." Finishing her rant she gave a disgusted look at him and then walked away.

It seems I had upseted her to the point that she wouldn't even finsih guiding me around the place. So I decided that I would go ahead and start my months now, grabbing a chair and placing it in front of his cell. I had already asked for a pen and paper to write down the unecessary notes.