IMPORTANT: This is an AU of Christopher Nolan's 'The Dark Knight' Trilogy. During the events of the Dark Knight, Joker drops Rachel Dawes from Wayne Tower. Batman goes after her and saves her. But… what if he didn't save her? I thought about that for a while and came up with this: Harvey Dent wouldn't be blown half to hell, Joker's plan wouldn't work because Harvey is blaming him for Rachel's death, and Joker would probably be caught before the whole 'Ferry scene'. Knowing this, what would happen AFTER Joker was caught? That is what this story is based off of. Also: DON'T READ IF YOU HAVENT SEEN THE MOVIE!

Joker was sitting down, waiting for his next psychiatrist. They were always different. All of them were just to see who he would open up to. Who he would share his deepest secrets, his fondest memories, anything about his mind. But he kept his mind a secret because he thought that no one was capable of understanding it. Then they sent in her. She was tall and skinny, fragile like a pane of glass. But she walked into the cell like she owned the place. He could tell by her childish face that he intimidated her, but not like the way the other doctors did. He didn't scare her, but he could sense a feeling of nervousness from her. She had black hair that was tied into a bun, like a gothic schoolteacher. She wore thin glasses over her dark green eyes. The glasses looked thin enough that she could see fine if she wasn't even wearing them. Maybe she wore them to impress someone. Make them think she is smarter than she really is.

"Hello uh…" She stuttered, "Mr. Joker." She looked up from her clipboard straight into his eyes. Looking into his eyes made her more uncomfortable; he could tell.

"Please, call me J." He overdramatically squinted at her nametag "Nice to meet you, Dr. Harleen Quinzel."

"Alright then Mr. J, why don't we st-"

He cut her off, "Do you mind if I call you Harley? Harleen just seems so… professional. And I know you're not as professional as you seem." He wasn't lying. He could tell she was putting on an act to get Joker's attention. To make him think she wasn't as young as she actually was.

She cleared her throat before speaking, "You can call me Harley if you want. After all, that is what all my friends call me." So she was going with the 'friend' technique. The technique that was based on the belief that friends tell each other everything. It made Joker sick to his stomach.

"So I'm your friend, huh?" He said, putting emphasis on the word friend. The emphasis ran a chill down her spine. "The thing about friends is that they only last so long. One always does something wrong and then it's every man for them self." He studies her reaction and is pleased to find her get even tenser. He laughs at this with his high-pitched, childish laugh that sends another, even larger chill down her spine. "I like you Harley. You're not like these other doctors. You're not as fake as them. I'm real with you and you're real with me. You can try to put on an act like them, but I'd much rather speak to the real Harleen Quinzel."

"Alright, Mr. J." she said, in response to his suggestion, "Here I am; the real me. Ask me anything about myself. After all, we should get to know each other."

He looked her in the eye and his smiled, showing his rotten, yellow teeth. "I got the perfect name for you." He paused in anticipation, "Harley Quinn." She smiled at his interest in her, then moved her hands up to her bun and let her hair free. Joker could tell she was gaining an interest in him, so he used this to his advantage. "So Harley, you got a man in your life, hm?"

She looked down, her face a bright red, and answered, "No, I do not." Joker smiled and suddenly, Harley's beeper went off. "I guess it's time to call an end to this meeting."

Joker frowned at this, upset that he might lose his chance, "I hope I get to see you again… Harley Quinn…" She smiled as she walked out of the door and the guards moved towards Joker.

The next sessions between Joker and Harley were normal. Joker telling her things about himself and vice versa. She was enjoying her time with him and she was ashamed of it. She didn't think he was crazy, just different. He saw the world in a different way, and it scared everyone. Everyone but her. She knew how to repay the Joker for the insight into his mind. One day, she stole all the tapes from their visits and shut off the camera for their last meeting. On that last meeting day, she gave him a present. It was a harmless apple. They didn't even check it through the X-ray machine. What fools.

"What's this for, Harls?" He asked, smiling at his new gift.

"Today is our last meeting. I thought I would give it to you as a gift." She said with happiness. This sent rage through the Joker's body. That or he made it seem like it did. He angrily took a bite of the apple and bit something hard. A red button. He immediately knew what this was and knew that his work had paid off. He didn't really have feelings for Harley. He just pretended in hopes that she would break him out. And it had paid off. He tried not to show his excitement that he could finally finish his plan that was so abruptly ended the first time around. He was excited to finally show Gotham the truth about the people who control it. He was excited to bring chaos.

He smiled at Harley, knowing that she had fell for his trap, and she just smiled back clueless to his plan. The rest of the meeting was normal; secrets being shared, thoughts being discussed. Then, when her beeper went off, she gave him a wink and was on her way. Joker got a new doctor a few days later. Harley quit after becoming bored with her new patient, and took a job as a secretary. For the next few weeks, everything was normal. Then, Joker pushed the button. What Harley didn't know was that the bombs placed in the wall would blow an exit to both Joker's cell and the one next to it, releasing a criminal from the 90's.

Edward Nigma.