Summary: What if The Joker was the psychiatrist and Harley was his patient? What if Harley was the one to create her perfect counter part? And The Joker was the one to fall in love with Harley and switching over to the world of crime.

A/N: I haven't written in awhile so bare with me here, eventually over time I will get better!

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters in this story all rights go over to DC Comics!

Dr. Jack Napier walked into the Arkham Asylum slowly and nervously, as gaurds followed him throughout the asylum and inmates pounded on their cell doors wanting a piece of him. The gaurds followed him throughout the asylum and up the elevator, once reaching the top floor where all the offices were he stepped out and the gaurds gave him a nod before heading back down. The walls upstairs were different from the ones below. The ones downstairs were chipping away and gray from the wear and tear of past inmates and violent outbreaks. Everything uptairs seemed normal, the walls were painted a light gray, but the flooring never changed from the downstairs.

The doors stayed the same as the rest of the place though. All metal with a small window looking inside, and on the side to the door was the name of each doctor. Jack walked down the long hallway reading each and every name there, he even found his as he passed by as he looked for his new bosses office. Once he found it at the end of the hall he took a deep breath and ran his hand through his light brown, slicked back hair. He adjusted his black blazer and strightened up, wanting to make a good impression on his new boss Dr. Joan Leland.

He firmly knocked on her door. He heard her friendly tone as she said "come in", he twisted the nob of the door and he was greeted by a friendly woman with short black hair and a white lab coat with the name tag reading "Dr. Joan Leland". He nodded a gentle greeting to her and he took a sit in front of her desk. She smiled at him "You must be Dr. Jack Napier." he noddded in response and held out his hand "And you must be the famous reowned Dr. Joan Leland." she shook his hand firmly then pulled away "Yes I am. I've heard many good things about you from Mr. Arkham.".

"Why yes. I'm really pleased and excited to work here ." he smiles kindly to her

"Well good." she returned the smile as she turned arounf in her chair and pulled out a white lab coat that already had his name on it, along with is she pulled out an ID card with his info on it and a scan code. She handed to him "Here's your lab coat and here's your ID card that can be used for the elevators and the gates as well as your office." Jack took the items from her and stood up "Thank you. It was a pleasure meeting you." she gave him a simple nod and he nodded back as he left the room and he walked back down the hallway to the 4th office near the elevator.

Jack swiped his card and walked right into his new office. He shut the door behind him and looked at the place. The walls were paneled a dark wood, there was one big window looking out over Gotham city and the parking lot, the window had the black bars over it just like the rest of the asylum. His desk was right in front of those windows, and next to the desk was a bookcase and currently it was empty, but is waiting to be filled with binders of his patients and books for past time. The room felt empty and big, but he knew soon it wouldn't feel so empty and big.

Jack walked forward and slipped off his blazer and put on his lab coat over his red dress shirt. He adjusted it slightly before going around his desk. He pulled out the chair and sat down he looked out the window, admiring the view he has of Gotham. Sure it was always raining, but he didn't mind, he thought the city looked pretty like that. After a few minutes of staring out into te city he got up and picked up his ID card and slipped it into the plastic card holder before leaving is office and using the elevator to explore the rest of the asylum.

Jack scanned his card and headed to the first floor which had the rec room, the canteen, thearpy rooms, and intensive care as well as a few of the easier inmates who were easier to handle, but still very violent and dangerous. It was nothing special. Jack headed to the next floor which also held the therapy rooms, this floor seem to hold the worst inmates there. Most gave him looks as he passed by, these inmates didn't act as the ones downstair. They're probab;y planning my death already he thought as most gave him dirty looks. Besides one inmate who had caught his attention in an instant.

A bleach blond was hanging from the ceiling giggling and doing flips. Her skin was pale white and her hair was bleached, long and curly. He gave her a quick glance as she came down from her place.

"Hey there cutie!" the woman said as she came up against the bars and giggled as I turned around

"Hello." I gave her a gentle nod as I turned around back towards the elevators.

Out of the corner of his eye he notced she started pouting and fluttering her long lashes "Hey! Dontcha want to come talk ta me?"

He stopped for a second "No can do Miss-"

She interruped "Harley Quinn nice to meetcha!" she smiled widley

He cleared his throat "Dr. Jack Napier. Now miss Quinn I would love to stay and chat, but I do have some work to do."

"Please call me Harley!" She smiled more and giggled as she twirled her hair flirtatiously

"I do not think that would be very appropriate miss Quinn. Now I should really be on my way now." He turned and walked away ignoring her further attemps to speak to the doctor. Jack scanned his card and headed back to his office.

Once back in his office he notices the two folders sitting neatly on his desk with a note on it. He took the two huge files and sat down with them as he peeled off the sticky note on the folder.

AN: Please guys review I know it's kind of sucky right now and my grammar might be a little fucked up but I hope you guys somewhat enjoyed it! I'll try to update as much as I can of I continue!