November 5th, 10:32 am.

Session One.

My feet tapped to a jolly rhythm. The damn chains on my feet won't stop jingling with them. "It's my song. My song," I murmured under my breath and the cuffs continued to rattle. It was getting close to the point of considering to reach down and snap them with my own bare hands when the door opened. New little doctor. New little fresh outta school doctor. A giggle erupted from my lips. It all suddenly made so much sense. My reluctance to break out just yet... There was a greater purpose here in Arkham, something even I couldn't know. And here she was.

Dressed to the nines in a tight black skirt — what do they call those? Pen skirts? Paintbrush skirts? Ah. Pencil skirts — a red button up shirt tucked in all pretty and those monstrous heels. And they say I'm wicked. One more giggle and then she clears her throat. My eyes roll up and I look at her through my greasy locks. The green dye has faded, leaving it a sad blonde-green color, and my lips twitch. No paint, no dye, no purple coat.

I missed that coat.

"Good morning, Mr. Joker." Her voice was polite and business-like, just like all the other damn shrinks in this building. I resisted the impulse to say, Lighten up, toots! And instead watched her with a little grin on my lips and waited. Waited. And waited. She sighed, and right as she opened her lipstick-covered lips to speak, I cut her off.

"Oh, nononono, Mr. Joker was my father," I told her, licking my lips. Inside right, inside left, outside right, outside left. She seemed a little surprised I had spoken up. What had she expected? How is it therapy if the patient doesn't speak?

Then, regaining her composure, she spoke again. "Is there anything you'd prefer I'd call you?"

This was new. No one ever asked me that before. I smacked my lips and rolled my head up, finally giving her a look at me. I pretended to be lost in thought while I watched her in my peripheral. Her eyes hungrily raked over the scars and I giggled again. She didn't seem to notice. "How abooout... J?" I raised an eyebrow at her and she returned the gesture. Her eyebrows were perfectly shaped, just like her fingernails and toenails which were both colorless except for white tips. Immaculate. Just like her makeup, her outfit, her voice. She was so put together. Too perfect, too controlled. I hated it.

"J," She firmly stated. "I can work with that. Although I would feel more comfortable calling you Mr. J. At least until we get more acquainted." Oh, Doc, such promise in those words! My lips pushed together, forcing a small grin. "I'm Dr. Quinzel. It's very nice to meet you."

"The, uh, pleasure is all mine, Doc." My words were slow and steady and filled with just enough mischief that her hands momentarily froze. She recovered quickly but oh, I noticed, Doc. You can bet your pretty blonde ass I notice everything. My feet tapped and the chains jingled. My fists clenched. "So, Doc? You must be pretty new. I've never seen you around. And I know this place, uh, well, quite well, actually."

She nodded once. "I am. I've been at Arkham for about a month now, so no, you probably haven't seen me much at all. So, Mr. J, I'd like today to be mainly a get-to-know-you kind of session. Does that sound good to you?"

What fun, Doc Quinn! "Why, doctor, I would love to get to know you. I'm not very interesting, though, I must say." I shrugged bashfully. Her blue eyes watched me closely. Blue eyes, blue eyes, blue. Blue birds. Blue sea. Harleen... That's where I'd recognized that name. I'd heard murmurs of the new resident doctor... And here she was in all her glory.

"I'm sure that's not true, Mr. J."

I licked my lips as I contemplated my next move. I wanted to play with her, have some fun with this new, shiny toy, but I also had to think about the future. Would teasing and torturing be the key to this woman's mind? Oh, no, no, no, J, that wasn't the way to go. The way to go with this girl, the girl I wanted to keep around, was to gain her trust. Lull her into security until she trusted me, opened up, maybe let me call her…

Harley.

Ooh.

I liked that.

Yes, I think I knew just how to go with this new doctor. I gave her a charming grin and said, "You flatter me, doll." I licked my lips once more and then leaned back, relaxing, showing her how comfortable and confident I was and said, "So… What would you like to ask me?"