It was a cold morning as Dr. Harleen Quinzel got ready to head to work. Today was the first day that she would be dealing with the most dangerous villian of them all, The Joker.
Harleen couldn't help but shiver at the thought of the name, a name that had inflicted fear on the hearts of men made Harleen nervously excited. Usually Harleen wouldn't have been nervous but so far this month Joker had been able to attack and nearly kill 3 guards and his last therapist. Harleen was determined not to let the Joker get the best of her. She was in control and that was how it was going to stay.
Harleen smiled confidently as she drove 20 minutes to Arkham, her appointment with Joker would begin in half and hour and Harleen couldn't wait.
Once the clock hit 20 Harleen began to freshen up and prepare her notes like she had always been taught to do, but then again Joker was not someone you learned about by the books. Harleen thought of the possibility of writing a book over the Joker and making some extra money on the side. The thought excited her but Harleen knew better than to get overly excited about something.
Harleen practically counted the minutes until the heavy office door swung open and two guards came in with a pissed off Joker. They sent Harleen worried looks and one cleared his throat after they had successfully managed to chain the Joker to the couch where he would be sitting for the next two hours.
"If you need anything press the button." One of the guards said before handing Harleen a small beeper looking device. One thing Arkham took pride in was giving all of its patient's privacy when they were talking to the therapists. Harleen shuttered thinking of all the damage the Joker could do before the guards could even round the corner. Harleen smiled.
"I don't believe I will need to use it but thank you." Harleen said sweetly before pushing the guards out of the room. She quickly shut the door and turned around. Joker was smiling.
"It didn't take you long to get rid of them, most people in your position would try to get them to stay." Joker commented almost lazily like he didn't care what was going on. Harleen sighed, at least he wasn't trying to kill her or anything. Harleen smiled and sat down in the chair infront of the Joker. She outstretched her hand.
"My name is Dr. Quinzel, you can call me Harleen if it makes you more comfortable. What would you prefer me to call you?" Harleen asked trying to sound as professional as she could. It was hard when she was 24 years old and face to face with a man that could probably kill you with a blink of the eye.
"Do you care if I call you Harley, like Harley Quinn? You can call me Joker, everyone else does." Joker said with a little more interest. Harleen wondered if any of the others had been on first name bases, well almost first name bases.
"That's fine, is there anything you would like to talk about or would you like for me to just start asking questions?" Harleen continued still trying to sound professional. The Joker started laughing histerically.
"My dear you can drop the professional act, I personally don't like it. So how did you get so lucky as to work with me? Most people would go running in the other direction." The Joker asked amused. Harleen smiled.
"I asked for the job, since no one else wanted it I automatically got it. You fasinate me to be honest, you don't seem crazy but yet here you are." Harleen said. It felt good to be honest to the Joker and not have to be professional. No one could hear what they talked about. Joker smiled.
"Why would you be fasinated with me? I'm just some clown that got himself locked up." Joker commented. Harleen smiled.
"It's just that, I want to know what makes you tick. I want to know why you do what you do. I know that you are more than people give you credit for." Harleen confessed. The Joker looked pleased.
"Well Harley I think we will be able to get along just fine, expecially if you keep wearing skirts like that." Joker said amused. Harleen glanced down at her skirt and realized that it had rose up to her thighs. Harleen inwardly smirked.
"Well that's good news, why didn't you get along with your last doctors?" Harleen asked glancing at the clock. They had already spent 45 minutes together, Harleen smiled to herself, this isnt so bad.
Joker thought for a moment. Why had he attacked the doctors, werent they suppose to be trying to help him? The Joker knew that he didn't need any help he was fine the way he was.
"We had different view points of who I should be." Joker replied simply. Harleen nodded. She knew how that felt. Her parents always use to fight over who Harleen was going to grow up and be. Harleen had disapointed both of her parents when she signed up for Arkham.
"Who do you think you should be?" Harleen asked. Something about the Joker intrigued her more than anything she had ever experienced. Something about the man infront of her left a million questions in her mind.
"I don't see anything wrong with the way I am now, sure I'm not your typical working guy with a lovely wife and children waiting for me at home but it works for me." Joker declared. Harleen smiled.
"Maybe you havent reached that stage in your life, sometime people don't immediately hed into the family role until later in life. You never know, one day you might have a lovely wife and children." Harleen said not thinking. She immediately regretted it.
The Joker looked down in his lap almost in a sad way. Harleen had forgotten about Joker's past. Once before he did have a wife, before he was Joker he had a lovely wife.
"I'm sorry I didn't mean to…" Harleen started but Joker quickly cut her off.
"She was killed not too long after the chemical accident, that was the past, I'm not the man she was married to." The Joker concluded. Harleen sighed and thought for a moment. There was something more to the Joker than a cruel inhuman creature. Harleen knew she needed to learn more about the chemical accident but she had a suspicion that it had something to do with the Jokers obsession with killing Batman. Harleen glanced at the clock and noticed that the session was almost over. Harleen turned back to the Joker and smiled.
"You did good today, until next week." Harleen said concluding her session. The Joker smiled as the guards came in to get him.
"Till next time Harley Quinn." The Joker said before being pulled out of the room. Something in the way that he said it sent chills up Harleen's spine.