"Harleen I had to bust my ass to get you this case, don't you screw up, 7am, Arkham asylum, do this well and you're career is set" Harleen listened to the voice mail once more making sure she'd took the information in, it may have been a small message, but it was long enough for her.

The Case, that case. The Joker, she'd been given The Joker and by god she could barely contain herself.

Harleen had been following him for years, every newspaper clipping, every paparazzi picture, information, stories, he was her personal obsession and after begging, she'd been finally been allowed to talk to him and if she cracked him, if she, Harleen Quinzel, figured out exactly what made the clown prince of crime tick, well, she couldn't put into words how good her world would be.
"This is it Harleen, this your time to shine" she breathed to herself. "Your time to show them you can do more than fall for sob stories!"