My Little Harlequin Doll

by MalachaiTheVulcan

AU Post-TDK. Harleen Quinzel was a very good psychiatrist. She wasn't going to let one slip-up tarnish her record. She was going to have this baby, and raise it as if it's father wasn't a raving lunatic and a criminal, and she was going to help it. Right?

CATEGORY: Batman Begins/The Dark Knight

TITLE: My Little Harlequin Doll

RATING: M

GENRE: Drama/Romance

WARNING(S): Language, Violence, Mild Sexual Themes

CHARACTERS: The Joker & Harleen Quinzel

PAIRING(S): Joker/Harley, OC/OC, Wayne/Gordon, Rachel/Harvey

SUMMARY: AU Post-TDK. Harleen Quinzel was a very good psychiatrist. She wasn't going to let one slip-up tarnish her record. She was going to have this baby, and raise it as if it's father wasn't a raving lunatic and a criminal, and she was going to help it to grow up like a normal child.. Right?

DISCLAIMER: I own nothing but this universe and the plotline. Hehehe.. Everything else belongs to all of their respective owners.

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"Tell me Doc, do you, uh, have kids?"

The question knocked Harleen out of her thoughts, and she looked at the straitjacket-clad man in the chair on the other side of the desk. She raised an eyebrow elegantly, frowning lightly in disapproval of the man's question. She was the psychiatrist, not him, yet he kept asking her personal questions, as if trying to psychoanalyze her himself. She picked up her clipboard, looking back at him calmly, ignoring his expectant look and speaking levelly.

"No, Mister J, I do not. Nor a husband, or boyfriend. But this is not about me, this is about you."

"I think you'd..uh, be a good mom. Strict, but good. Bee-yoo-tiful.. Smart.. You've got all of the characteristics of a good mother.." he said, smirking lightly and making the scars around his lips more defined as he did so. Harleen mentally shuddered at the sight, blinking her hazel eyes once more, ever-so-slowly, and fixing them on the obviously not-much-older-than-herself man. She smiled, causing his smirk to grow into a large, slightly feral grin.

"Mister J, thank you very much for your input, but I was hoping we could actually talk about you during our session today. It has been several weeks, and the only thing we've spoken about during that time is myself. I appreciate you wanting to know about me, but I would prefer it if you would let us talk about you."

"Of course, Doc, anything you say," said the Joker, his grin widening until it looked like the wounds on his face would reopen if he smiled any wider. "One more question, though, and answer truthfully: have you ever thought about having kids, maybe picked out names for them?"

Harleen stared at the Joker unblinkingly for a moment before standing up and leaving the room. Now that was too personal, if you asked her. She closed the door as she left, leaning against it and staring at the sterile white wall across from her for a second. She then turned to the guards and nodded to them, before setting off down the hall, practically flying.

Dr. Harleen Quinzel had been working with the Joker as his psychiatrist in Arkham for almost three months. She didn't like him, really, but she didn't really hate him either. He was a thorn in her side that she couldn't get rid of, and it was driving her insane. Soon enough, she'd end up in here, too, and she'd never escape him, then. So she remained calm as she returned to her apartment, dressed in her comfiest pajamas, and crawled under the covers to hybernate. She slept for so long that she completely missed the phone's frantic rings.