Origins: J x HQ

This is the first fanfiction I've ever written, let's see how this turns out shall we. ;)

Chapter: 1, Introduction

Harleen Quinzel was a fully trained psychiatrist, earned her PhD from Gotham University where she received a full scholarship from winning gymnast competitions. She always had a natural curiosity for the criminally insane. She never really thought that these people were crazy, it's just that she believed that she could save them if they were treated respect and kindness, that mind set was half true. Once she received the position of general psychiatrist, she transferred to her new workplace, Arkham Asylum. She was excited of this because she was gonna interview with the most high profiled cases, these patients were the most dangerous criminals in Gotham City, these were the same people that were dragged of back Arkham when their original plans were disrupted by the sole person who swore to protect this city: Batman.

Harleen was particularly interested in one patient, The Joker. She always wanted to interview him especially due to him being the most "unique" patient ever to be admitted to Arkham. When she was in college she submitted a thesis on him from files of previous doctors who interviewed the infamous Joker. Many of these past reports included different results, each doctor diagnosed him with different mental disorders, from general psychosis to reactive schizophrenia. Harleen found the doctors diagnoses to be wrong, she knew that there was something else to him, something that he was hiding. Mostly in general, the residents at the institution found Joker and the other inmates to be incurable but Harleen was gonna define that thought.

Chapter: 2, Arrival

"Today is the big day." said Harleen excitedly.

This was the pinnacle of her journey of becoming a renowned psychiatrist. She woke up at 6:45 a.m. with a groggy start, a shower was in order. After the shower to wake her up, there was the manor of breakfast. She had an egg with a single piece of toast. When breakfast was finished she put on her makeup to add the finishing touches to her outfit, the outfit consisted of a light crimson dress shirt, a black silk tie with lacing, a black mini skirt with a red slit on the left side. She didn't want to look like a hussy and give the wrong impression but she didn't want to be a 23 year old single lady looking like a 46 year old with 4 cats and have no social life even though the last remark was unfortunately true, young Harleen at the prime of her young life didn't really have the experience of living life to the fullest. Harleen had to work hard to get to where she is now and is proud of it, she just wished she would have some fun (But her wish will be fulfilled in due time). After she applied the black lipstick infused with a red shade, topping off with gray eyeshadow and mascara to compliment the look, she finished with twirling her blonde hair into a bun and then she put on her glasses. When she was finished, she left her apartment heading for her sedan to get to work and drove off to Arkham.

Entering the gates of Arkham Asylum she was disturbed by the gothic architecture reminding her of Dracula and Grimm fairy tales she read when she was a little girl. When she parked the car and started walking to the main entrance she couldn't help but have a large smile, she was truly happy with herself. Harleen though had controlled herself and kept the smile to minimum to not creep out her new coworkers. Entering the building Harleen saw the stereotypical environment of any medical facility, white walls with diagnosis charts, nurses on every corner of each hallway, clear transparent fluorescent lights that would strain anyone's eyes if stared at long enough, and that sterile smell of lysol that a person would have to acquire a tolerance for.

"Hello." said an unfamiliar voice, walking down the hallway. Harleen turned her head to see a cheerful woman looking to be in her mid-40's.

"Hi, I'm Dr. Joan Leland.", she said extending her hand.

"Hi Joan, I'm Dr. Harleen Quinzel, but you can call me Harley, everyone does.", said Harleen shaking Leland's hand and keeping a formal smile. The two started walking down the exclusion hallway where held the most sinister of Gotham's criminals. While they converse with each other, Harleen notices the men and women in the cells. She saw a man that suffered burns flipping a coin, a woman with green skin tending to her fern, a scarecrow reciting the works of Dante, a riddle being painted by a scrawny man on the walls of the his cell, and a dwarf in a top hat attending his own tea party, having the look like he is waiting for someone.

"I'm surprised that you wanted to work at Arkham, given your excellent transcript.", said Leland, curious about Harleen true intention to join the Arkham staff.

"Well I've always been intrigued by extreme personalities, there more challenging, more exciting...", said Harleen. She stop suddenly when she heard a person whistling and it captured her curiosity to find out who was whistling that capturing tune. Harleen left Leland as she was talking to follow the noise. When she found the epicenter of the tune she was dumbstruck to discover that it was the Joker that caught her eye. His skin was pale white from his accident from Ace Chemicals after his confrontation with Batman. The chemicals also changed his hair to have a dark green hue to it and his lips to have an enhanced crimson red hue making them look full with desire. His eyes were light vibrant green and menacing which looked straight through Harleen. Harleen was blushing a little when she noticed The Joker giving her his trademark smile and winked at her. She never seen him except from news reports on GNN (Gotham News Network) where it would entail what convoluted Joker had installed for the people of Gotham. She never noticed how slim but muscular his figure was and kept staring at him. Her heart was pounding faster than normal, despite him looking like a clown she had a physical attraction and a possibly an emotional one as well just have to wait and see.

"Enjoying the view Doc," chuckled Joker, he noticed her staring at him and he was actually checking her out when he heard there was a new psychiatrist joining the Arkham staff. He liked what he saw, a young little petite blonde fresh out of college he could play with, his new little toy he could break easily. He thought she didn't need glasses, he thought it made her look older than she was but he kept the idea in his erratic conscious where he'll bring it up later when he gets to know his little Harley Quinn more.

"Oh sorry," said Harleen blushing having even redder checks than before. Her response to his comment made his smile even wider if that was even possible. This made her have a sly grin appear on her face.

"I like what I heard about you…" Joker said with enthusiasm.

"You do, um thank you Mr. Joker" Harleen said surprised, she didn't know that The Joker knew her.

"Um what have you heard?"

"Well you graduated from Gotham University being class Valedictorian with highest honors from Dean Strange. You earned the scholarship from winning a gymnast championship your senior year of high school. You earned your Doctorate in Psychology with the intention to help those with mental disorders trying to cure them. Well I must say you have your work cut out for you now toots." Joker said winking at Harleen.

"I'm impressed Mr. Joker, may I ask how you know this much about me?" said Harleen now intrigued in The Joker and how he knew this much. She was actually surprised, no one really cared to know her background. She was becoming more and more interested in The Joker but she didn't know what she was about to be involved in.

"Oh my dear, no information goes through this asylum that I don't hear about. When I heard through the "grapevine" that old Doc Arkham gave employment to a spry young girl, I had to see this for myself. And let me just say that I'm very pleased with what I've seen." Joker said with wide unnatural grin. He felt different about this one, he couldn't help but have this sort of connectivity to this woman, he never cared for anyone but himself and bats of course but no, he could use her to his advantage as well as enjoy the fun that came with it.

Harleen couldn't respond to what he said. She just heard him flirting with her and she was feeling a little excited. Harleen had never felt like this before, a new exhilarating emotion starting to fill her system, it wasn't love, it was something different, adortion. Her cheeks were crimson red, slightly embarrassed by her physical reaction. Joker was truly enjoying making her feel this way, "It's ok sweets no need to feel embarrassed, if anything it shows that I can still make a lady blush."

"Yes you can Mr. Joker, yes you can." said Harleen biting her lip trying to suppress a giggle but she couldn't stop herself.

"Love the laff toots, you should always laugh, you'll live longer. I always laugh and look where I am now, and I couldn't be happier." He chuckled and so did Harleen a little.

"Dr. Quinzel," shouted Dr. Leland, she was looking for Harleen for some time. Arkham was such a big institution that anyone could get lost in it.

"Oh sorry, I have to go back." Harleen said with disappointment, she wanted to stay and talk to this character of man, a joker if it wasn't already obvious. She knew this wasn't the end of talking to The Joker. She was gonna make some requests to Leland.

"It's fine sweets, I understand, I'm looking forward to talking to you soon again." Joker said with his slightly devious smirk. It was as if he had already knew had her in his grasp and now he could experiment with his new toy, he was right.

"Bye Mr. Joker," Harley said a bit loosely, her moment of unprofessionalism made The Joker go into his iconic laughs which made Harleen smile wide.

When she left he said quietly to himself, "goodbye my little Harlequin."

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Harleen returned to Leland apologizing for her absentness. She used the usual type of excuse, "I got lost." This was a decent cover to use for a lie. After they resumed the tour of the institution, Leland showed Harleen her new office. It was medium sized office, you could probably fit 10 possibly more people in there if there wasn't the stereotypical wooden desk for professionals and a bookcase where you could fill it with endless amounts of psych literature.

Leland left after Harleen entered her office to get adjusted to her new position in the Arkham staff. Harleen was excited about her new job but was more, looking forward to having sessions with the Joker. There was something about that laugh, that sense of humor, that build. He was 6 ft. where she 5 ft., 4 in. so he could easily pick her up and and throw her like a football. His size was intimidating to her slightly but he seemed to bring her no harm but we'll have to wait and see. It was about 5 o'clock and she knew she had to go her apartment but she kept having the urge to stay and work.

Three hours later Harleen finally said "enough I'm done", and then she went down the main hallway into the exit.

"Well hello sweets, have you come to see me again.", Joker said with a wicked smile.

"I was planning on leaving but I just wanted to see you again.", Harleen had a mischievous twinkle in her azure eyes.

"Oh really, well I'm flattered toots, so what do you want to know my dear.", his smile didn't phase from this conversation at all.

"Why do you show so much of an interest in me?"

"I can say the same thing about you."

"What do you mean?"

"O come on sweets, you can't tell I'm flittering with you?"

"Sorry I haven't really been the flirting type.", Harleen wasn't really the dating type, she always been a book worm. Fully realizing that only made her feel embarrassed and made her cheeks blush.

"Wow I must be less discreet from now on.", Joker said reassuringly.

"Mr. Joker…", Harleen said but Joker cut him off.

"No mister Joker, it's a little to formal for a guy like me toots."

"Well how about Mr. J?"

"Oh that's so much more pleasant.", his smile wide as a mile. Harleen couldn't suppress her own smile either, she enjoyed seeing his trademark smile.

"It's settled then I'll call you Mr. J from now on."

"Fine by me sweets."

"Do you have a name for me Mr. J?", Harleen was couldn't believe it but she had a crush on the Joker, The Joker of all male mates but she would rather be a man that was actually interesting and funny instead of dull and boring.

"Yes, I do my dear."

"What is it, tell me.", Harleen said with plead.

"Harley Quinn."

"What?"

"You heard me, Harleen Quinzel, reword it a bit and you get Harley Quinn.", Joker said with a straight face. Harleen has rarely seen Joker with a straight face.

"Harley Quinn, I like that."

"I figure you would.", Joker said with a devious smile.

"So."

"Yes Harley?"

"Next week, I'm planning to schedule my sessions with you and learn more about you."

"Well believe me Harley, I'm an open book.", Joker gave Harley a nodding wink which made Harley blush a little.

"I should get home, I have a lot of reports to look over before our first session."

"I'm looking forward to it.", said Joker with a genuine smile.

"Me too.", Harley said with sincerity.

"Goodbye Harley."

"Goodbye Mr. J.", After those words, Harley left the hallway to the exit and couldn't lose her smile. She was going to start her sessions with the Joker. Her heart beat heavier when she talked to him, she felt enlightened speaking with him that brief period of time showing that even a man that is claimed to be clinically insane, he was actually quite sweet and friendly and her smile...oh that smile, It just made her quiver in want. In Harley's apartment, when she took a shower, she let the hot water spray on her clitoris giving her pleasurable moans. She was thinking of the Joker. Soaking wet in both manners, using her fingers to reach new euphoric sensations. She was on the verge of completion when Harley reached immense orgasm. This was a feeling unknown to her and she wanted more. Becoming addicted to the thought of him was becoming like a drug where she couldn't get enough. After her climax she left the shower to go to bed and read more of her future patient until she passed out.

Chapter: 3, Pathos

Harley woke up at 7:45 a.m. and had until 9:00 a.m. to get to Arkham to start her first patient session with the Joker. She wanted to look nice for their first session so after the shower and drying off she put on a red cotton blouse with a black tie with lacing underneath her white doctor coat. She put on a black pencil skirt with a slit down her right thigh. For shoes she put on black stiletto pumps with red backing (it was a special occasion for her). For makeup, she applied some black eyeliner and silver masqara to which the final touches were her favorite, reddish-black lipstick for the finishing touch. And to top it all off, for the hair, she made into a bun to keep the professionalism at hand. She was ready to go and meet her favorite clown.

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After arriving at Arkham she went into her office to get ready for her first session with the Joker. She was actually kinda nervous, this wasn't like the practice case study at G.U.. This was the real deal. Entering the asylum, Harley was greeted by Dr. Leeland.

"Hello Dr. Quinzel, I hope your ready for this session today. This is definitely a big step towards your professional career."

"You have no idea Dr. Leland.", Harley said in a sort of snarky way. She didn't become a psychiatrist to become a national sensation in the headlines. This was a side conquest when she was younger but during her college experience she learned to focus on the patients and how to cure them, not on how to profit from their suffering.

"Let me let you go to your office to make some last minute preparations before the interview. After you will need to make a file with a detailed summarization of the interview, character analysis, etc., you now the process.", Leland said casually.

"Yes, I'm aware of the tedious paperwork.", said Harley with a smile which Leland also smiled. After the quick chat, Harley went into her office pulling out her notepad and pen, patient file, and analysis paperwork. Three minutes passed and a knock came to the door.

"Who is it?", said Harley nonchalantly, despondent, not paying much attention to the noise.

"Your most favorite patient, doc!", yelled the Joker, he couldn't help but chuckle madly at his own comment. Harley smile widened from his words, she agreed with him in her head without a doubt. She knew she must a certain level of professionalism, these interviews weren't recorded but wanted to take the job seriously, "Kinda hard with treating a patient called The Joker."

"Yes bring in the patient and sit him down please and thank you.", said Harleen. The guard brought in the Joker and chained him up to the patient couch. The guard left the two of them to converse.

"I'll be back in an hour to pick up the patient, if you need to contact us the button is under the desk for emergencies.", the guard implied heavily due to the patient she supposed to "cure".

"Yes, thank you Mr…."

"Cash, Aron Cash.", Cash finished her sentence, replying with a gentle smile. He left the two to converse and now see how their first session goes out, (I have high hopes as the narrator).

"So Mr. J how is your day going so far?"

"Much better toots now that I can talk to someone who will actually listen.", he said with a small grin. Harley responded with a similar grin.

"What do mean?"

"Well you are new here so I'm gonna tell you something, the doctors here don't care much for the patients because of our backgrounds.", he said with such a seriousness that send shivers down her spine.

"I wasn't aware of this mistreatment but I will look into it.", she said with reassurance that calmed Joker down.

"But not to strive away from our discussion, I want to talk about you."

"Ah I feel so special, I do like to think so.", chuckled Joker which made Harleen smile.

"You have a unique smile Mr. J."

"Well it is my prime trademark as well as my fantastic personality." his smile couldn't wider but it did surprisingly.

"So toots do dress this stunning for all your patients or am I just lucky.", said with a sly grin. Harleen blushed but not really embarrassed.

"Well you are my first patient so I wanted to make a good impression.", in truth she dressed for him and is glad he noticed her attire.

"Oh you definitely made an impression on me sweets. I really like the color choices, red and black. It really suits someone like you.", he said with devious smile which made Harley cheeks turn red not helping her.

"What do you mean Mr. J.", she was more interested in what he had to say now. She wanted to know what he thought of her.

"From what I've seen in the past with people I hired, they're clothes were one of the first things I would look at, it shows you what kind of person they are.", said with mild seriousness. He actually changed to a slightly more soothing tone, this made Harley glad he was becoming more comfortable in talking with her.

"Yes but I'm curious about what do you think of me.", Harley wanted to know right now. Her face was getting a little red from the remark.

"Impatient much sweets, I like it. As I were saying, color can have so many meanings. I can tell from the red dress/work shirt you're wearing, I can tell that deep inside of you, you are very passionate, being caring is in your nature.", as he was saying this he was unlocking his restraints. Harley didn't notice his cunning movements but she was entranced in his words.

"But you hide away inside yourself due to never experiencing it back in vice versa.", saying with a sincere smile. He unlocked the restraints but did not reveal it yet, he wanted to finish his words.

"You never felt it back despite it being very emotional internally. There's something deep inside of you that is gnawing at your subconscience. This could be the other reason why you wear black, it's a symbol of submission.", said with slight change of tone, it was devious. Joker sat up from the couch moving closer to Harley. Harleen wasn't fully processing the situation but she quickly acknowledged that the Joker was actually walking to her desk. Her mind was racing at a million miles per hour, she panicked and reached for the red panic button under her desk. Joker knew that this was a possibility. He seized her reaching arm and pulled her to his chest. Harleen was expecting him to kill her, maybe seize her by the neck and snap it. But what had happened was less than expected. The Joker cupped her fearful face and gave her a passionate kiss. Harley was speechless, but she didn't withdraw from it. Harley returned it with such celerity. She was paused in the heat of the moment, time stopped the moment, this was first time Harley felt truly excited. Eventually Joker pulled with a trail of saliva escaping their lips.

"Not bad sweets, I needed that, I'm sure you did too.", Joker said smiling cheerfully.

"You have no idea Mistah J.", Harley blushed realizing what she said.

"What did you say?", he said surprisingly.

"Mistah J.", saying it in a playful tone.

"Yeah, I did not realize you had a accent."

"Yeah, I grew up in Brooklyn but as I got older, I dropped the accent so people would take me more seriously.", said slightly embarrassed making her cheeks blush.

"Well believe me sweets, I find it absolutely adorable.", smirking wickedly as he holded Harley in his arms. They moved over to the couch not letting go of each other. Both starring in each other's eyes and not breaking eye contact.

"Pumpkin?"

"Yes Mistah J?"

"How was your first time with the Ace of Knaves?

"A wonderful start to something beautiful.", said with pure joy.

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