Intro:
The room was eerie quit, with no furniture to decorate it but two grey chairs and the elongated table separating them, a light flickered from the top center. It illuminated the single figure sitting in the left chair, legs crossed, arms clasped, the figure was waiting for her patient. After six years of practice in the medical field as a psychiatrist with low profile, common cased patients, she was rewarded with a true specimen of which she could finally show her true talents at.
The metal door creaked open, in came two muscular guards with the patient in the middle of them, chained up and in a straitjacket. She locked her eyes with the patient, standing up from her position, she gave her warmest smile. However, before she could speak the patient cut her off with his raspy uncontrolled laughter, that ended with a spasm of coughs. The guards ignored his actions, pushing him into the seat, and locking him into the seat opposite of her.
"Well, haaaa-low there doc-tor"
He bellowed out, while the guards were side by side of him. The way they stood there, with their arms crossed and now staring at the doctor, seemed as if they were not the guards of the asylum but goons that stood near their crime boss.
"Ain't ya gonna sit down, or what doc?"
She looked at him again, taking note of his way of speech, and desire to dominate the whole room. She simply smiled at him again, obliged to his request, and noted down in her notebook. Need to dominate room, try's to intimidate doctor.
"How about we begin today with something easy?" Her voice was slow, she made sure to watch his face for any slight gesture that he may make at her words. "I will begin by introducing myself and telling you a bit about me, and then after you can tell me about yourself. Does that sound fine? or did you want to do something else today?"
By giving him the opportunity to decided, to pick, to have the final say in the way the session would go, she was allowing him to have the illusion that he was in charge of the situation. He raised his hairless eyebrows at her.
"Toots, I know how these things go. I ain't telling ya shit". His voice was a growl, but he held a smile to his face. She, however, was not phased by his words.
"Okay, well what would you like to do then?" She held her composure well, unlocking her hands from their embrace and reaching over to her pen and notebook to write down some more notes on the way he would react to her. On the other side of the table he snarled at her.
"No notebook!" He exclaimed, "I ain't no thing that you take notes at". She yet again ignored his statement, and instead wrote down every single word that he just passionately said at her. Once she was done, she did put aside her notebook and looked at him. He began to laugh again, a chilling high pitched laughed, the guards at his side stepped back a bit, but she continued to look at him.
"Do you feel better now?" She asked him. He grinned at her, "much".
"Well then, since you decided that I can not have my notebook and write down my notes on you, then how about I make a demand also?" Taking his silence as a cue to keep on going. "Lets go back to my original idea, and have a formal introduction".
He continued to grin at her and in a low, hissing voice he said "I think I like ya doc". She raised her eyebrows at that. "Ya, YA! I totally like ya doc, the way ya look. The way ya speak. OHHHHH and don't get me started at the way ya are startin to rile me all up". He looked at the guard to his right "ain't she somthin", he looked at the one to the left "aint she a looka".
He snickered a bit more, liking the way she looked at him. "Ok doc, I'll go along with ya here. Well go ahead. Intro-duce, ya self".
She smiled at him. "I would like to first start out by saying, it is a pleasure to have you hear. You may address me by Doctor Quinzel, I shall be your new psychiatrist. In the upcoming future I would hope to have some progress with you in diagnosing your situation and helping you with it. During the time, I will be having sessions with you three days a week. Usually I would tell you about patient-doctor confidentiality however, in these circumstance I will not be able to uphold such procedures with you. Do you have any questions?"
"My oh my, how formal you are doc. Don't ya ever just want to get loose?"
He smiled at her.
"Patient, I thought we had a deal? Did you not promise me to tell me more about yourself, once I introduced myself?" She looked at him, giving him a questioning yet hard stare, waiting for his response.
"How about this toots, you get rid of dumb and dumber here and I will tell ya, all the juicy info I know". She knew he was messing with her, his smile was unnerving, but they have been in the room for the past twenty minutes now and she has gotten no where with him. She looked around the room, there were security cameras, and a glass mirror on the back wall hiding the people behind it observing the patient and doctor interaction. She knew if the guards left, she would not be in immediate danger, plus the patient was tied down and restrained.
She sighed and obliged with the patient the second time that day. "If you gentlemen could please leave me with my patient, that would be great". The guards looked at her, shrugged and left, slamming the door behind them.
His smile grew wider. "That's ma girl".
"Now how about you start of by telling me what your first name is?"
He looked at her as if that was perhaps the most stupidest question he had ever herd, as if she was supposed to know his name. She mentally noted down the sign of narcissism, perhaps the need for recognition.
"My name is Joker, baby, but ya can call me Daddy". He winked at her. She was not amused.
"How about your last name?"
"Joker"
Her lips quirked up. "So your name is Joker Joker?".
"Nah toots, just Joker." He noticed the movement of her smile, and this time he noted it down mentally.
Hi guys, new story and I hope you like it. Its something new for me but I have been reading a lot of Harley and Joker stories but I feel like too few of them portray Harley as someone who was truly intelligent, hard working, and a true psychiatrist. I wanted to tackle down the interaction between her and Joker while he was locked down in the Arkham, how she truly tried to treat him as a patient, and the final fall to insanity. Also it helps that I am a college student majoring in psychology so I know most of the terms, treatments, and the proper ethical way to treat a patient, especially in the high case such as patient as Joker. I am not a big person in checking my work, so sorry but not really. I will try to update once a month, if that does not work... well I did say I was a college student. Hope you liked there first encounter, it was just a quick intro to the story.