Disclaimer: I do not own these characters; they belong to DC Comics, and their respective owners. I really have nothing to do with them… It's really sad actually.

WARNING: Strong language? I tend to curse a lot.

A/N: It could say I'm a Crane/Quinzel Shipper, because I like them, yes. But they're not my favorite pairing or anything like that.

My story takes place at Quinzel's first-year residency at Arkham. Possibly an alternate reality, an alternate universe, I don't know.

I'm crazy, so it might contain lemons in further chapters, once again. I don't know. Jonathan is fucked up, Harleen is insane… You've been warned.

If for some reason you want to know what Jonathan said to Harleen then I'm afraid I'll have to ask you five reviews. This is also my first FanFic ever, so be nice with me? R&R

It was Harleen Quinzel's first week at Arkham Asylum, part of her residency at that place. She was witty and clever, enough to walk around Arkham halls totally owning the place. Her blond hair matching perfectly with her sea-blue eyes, making her look like a goddamn queen. In other words, she was beautiful, more than any other female doctor, not to mention the poor nurses, they didn't have a chance against her.

She was young and determined; this internship was everything to her. Otherwise she would have worked so hard to get it. She was now part of the craziest place on earth 'Arkham Asylum' and she loved it. Once in a while she would just sit there, at the cafeteria wearing her black glasses, eating an apple or something healthy. With such an innocent look it could melt anyone. She used to stare at everyone, try to understand how things were here… It wasn't long before she could figure it out. Dr. Jonathan Crane was the king of this place.

Harleen had already noticed it, but she wasn't so sure about it. So what better to do some research? She asked everyone, most of them were nurses… Yeah, she was smart. Nurses would be in love with Crane, so they will spill it out everything they possibly knew; and so they did. Apparently Jonathan was the kind of man who's always alone, he was rude, and he had some unorthodox methods to treat his patients. Yet his curriculum was fascinating, that's what caught Harleen's attention. The guy was an expert in the field of psychology, specifically the study of anxiety disorders. He was a walking textbook on the study of fear, able to recite the name and description of nearly every known phobia. He often demonstrated his intellectual prowess by analyzing his fellow patients at Arkham Asylum. To Harleen's eyes, he was perfect.

That's when she decided to face him, she wanted to meet him; talk to him. Rule this place by his side, nothing more. All she needed now was a strategy, a clever one. After squeezing her brain, she took the courage to go to his office and introduce herself. Unfortunately a patient got in the middle of such yearned encounter. Harleen went home completely frustrated and annoyed, how was that even possible? Jonathan Crane is nothing but a simple co-worker of hers, nothing more. So why is he so mad at herself?

It was a new day, a new chance to talk to him; an opportunity to prove him she was brilliant. She was not going to miss it, not today. Harleen walked down the corridors of Arkham Asylum. Crazies and delusional everywhere, they seemed to be getting worse every day. 'It's going to be a busy day.' She thought to herself while he was at the lobby, picking up some forms which needed to be filled by the end of the day. There he was, the always good looking Jonathan Crane. His chocolate messy hair all over his face; he's carrying a mysterious suitcase. He made his way to the elevator with a simple wave at the receptionist, he didn't need to pick up some papers like Harleen; no, not at all since he had his own office. Running his hand through his hair, he showed his icy-blue eyes and that's what bewitched Harleen. Without hesitation she approached him, and got inside the elevator with him. She tucked in the loose curls of her blondish hair and smiled, holding out her hand. "Well hello, Mr. Crane is it? I'm Harleen Quinzel." She said out of nowhere, not sure of what to expect.