The Jokette dangled upside down at the top of the building, and The Joker was tied to a support beam the siblings laughed loudly at nothing. They watched as the GCPD rushed towards them guns raised. They were both cut loose, and were roughly pinned to the floor, cuffed.

"So, how about that phone call." The Jokette laughed at her joke.

"Where you guys are going you don't get a phone call." One of the officers said.

The Jokette was giddy at the thought of where she would be going, "Annnd where would that be?"

"Arkham Asylum." Was the two word response. They laughed the whole way there.

The ride to the asylum was short. When they finally got to Arkham they were placed in their cells next to each other in their orange jumpsuits their inmate numbers printed on them, the Jokers number was 0801 and the Jokette had 0802. Their makeup was completely off of their faces but they were still pale as a ghost the Joker's face had a J still tattooed on along with his other tattoos along his body, but the Jokette on the other hand she had the scars of a messy glasgow smile still etched into her skin. She hated being in the jumpsuit. She sat on her bed getting lost in her own thoughts, laughing at nothing. The sound of her cell slamming open shook her out of her out of it, two guards stood in the doorway. "Come on freak it's therapy time." The Joker growled at the way they were talking to his sister, but soon after started laughing because he knew she could handle her own.

She made a clicking sound with her cheek, "I'm not, I'm not a freak." She ground out through her teeth. She made it seem like she was going willingly then she punched the guard in the face knocking him out after she did that she was pushed to the ground.

She was forcefully brought in front of a door numbered 17 with printed onto it. The door creaked open, she was shoved into the room putting her onto a chair strapping her in. She was sitting down just whistling in the empty room stopping once the door creaked open. A beautiful woman walked in her heels clicked against the floor she wore a white lab coat, red blouse and a black skirt, her blonde hair pulled into a bun.

"Welcome to Arkham Asylum. We're just going to do a quick psychiatric evaluation." The psychologist said taking the seat across The Jokette. "Bad day, huh? Cop's in this city, always beating on the sick and defenceless."

"Tell me doc, have you had a bad day?" The Jokette questioned.

"Yea sure everyone has, what was your worst?" She asked her.

"Ya see doc my worst day had to be when I was beat up badly in school because I didn't swing for the other team like the other girls." The Jokette lied partially she never got beat up, but she did swing for the same team. looked at her with sympathy. "The were horrible inescapable, unrelenting. You couldn't even escape for a moment not even in your own thoughts. Until one day you meet that someone that changes your life, the past doesn't seem to matter anymore it just fades away. That someone makes you rethink your identity, changing you."

"You say this like it has happened to you before." Dr. Quinzel said.

"It hasn't my dear, not yet. But who would want to deal with a scarred face like me?" The Jokette asked dramatically.

"Why don't we do a word association test." She asked trying to avoid the question, she felt bad for her.

"That sounds….entertaining." She giggled.

"Waisted." Harleen started.

"Food." She replied

"Society."

"Corrupt."

"Weapons."

"Fun."

"Murder."

"Exciting."

"Family."

"Close"

"Men."

"Ugh, ew."

"Women."

"Hot." She growled.

Dr. Quinzel giggled as she got to her last word. "Okay I need you to be serious for this one. Fate."

The Jokette laughed. "Oh that is a good one doc me serious I would wipe a tear if I could." Once she calmed down she asked. "What was the last one?"

"Fate." She repeated.

"You wanna know something funny? I used to think fate was evil. Predetermined by the rules of human nature. But that all changed." The Jokette told her.

"What changed?" Dr. Quinzel asked

"Have you ever had the feeling that your entire life has been building towards this one moment?"

"Is that how you feel?"

"Yes, now. Everything that has happened I realize that this was the work of fate. It was meant to be everything leading up to meeting a special person."

Dr. Quinzel's interest peaked, "So you've met someone special?"

The Jokette nodded. "Yes I have you can say it's changed everything."

"Everything?"

"Absolutely. I mean, do you realize what terrible world we are stuck in? How lonely it is to deal with all the wretch and filth on your own?"

"It is kind of lonely, isn't it?" agreed softly.

"There are times I feel like I'm trapped on this path leading nowhere, into just emptiness. But now…"The Jokette growled, she hated being cut off.

"Now you feel like you've got somebody by your side - to share the journey with you. And how does that make you feel?"

"It feels like someone stopped my reality and clouded my vision. Once it cleared up I'm shown something new. It's all very exciting really. Im sure you wouldn't know how that feels."

"I...might, actually. How this person makes you feel?" Dr. Quinzel was dying to know.

"It's like meeting someone I can actually relate to, besides my brother, and I've never felt it before. Do you know what I mean?"

bit her lip, "Yes. Yes, I do. So, may I ask...who is this person?"

"It's someone extremely special, and their real name I don't even know." The Jokette was talking about the Bat but Dr. Quinzel didn't realize that.

Dr. Quinzel made a pause not sure if she should tell her or not, but she ended up telling her, "My name's Harleen. Harleen Quinzel."

"That is a beautiful name. Do your any of your friends call you Harley?"

"Oh, well I uh don't have a lot of friends." Harleen confessed.

The Jokette winked at her sending Harleens heart into a frenzy, "Well, Harley, you got one now…" Harleen laughed lightly while stroking The Jokettes arm.

The door was slammed open Harleen snapped her hand away quickly, the same guard that strapped her into the chair was standing in the doorway with the keys to her restraints "Looks like it's my time to leave, angel face." Harleen looked away blushing. The guard uncuffed her and pulled her out of the chair making her stumble to the door. Harleen gasped as she watched the guard interact with her, The Jokette didn't care at all she laughed the whole time. The Jokette laughed looking back at her sending her a quick wink before she vanished from her vision.