It was at the beginning of my career. Arkham Asylum, I knew I was lucky to be here, but honestly I had earned it. I was desperate to show the other doctors that Dr. Harleen Frances Quinzell belonged among them. That didn't last long though.
I was only there for a few weeks at the most before I got my first patient. The Joker. Ok I lied. It was more like they finally let me. Here is what really happened...
"...You know, Doctor Quinzell, you are very lucky to have this job." A lady said while giving me a tour around the asylum.
"Call Me Harley, everyone does." I said with a smile. Thats when I saw him. He wasn't yelling or screaming like the others. He was just hanging around on his bed, not sleeping, but he looked as if he was in deep thought. Whatever he was thinking about was interrupted when he noticed our presence.
"Aren't you the new one. Dr. Harleen Quinzell, I presume." He emphasized my name as if it didn't sound right to him. I bet nothing did. He didn't look as scary as I imagined. Still scary, but something was almost sane about him. Something almost beautiful.
"-Do you understand Dr. Quinzell?" The lady asked.
"Oh Yes!" I replied not knowing what she said.
"Well I'll let you get back to your office." She said while walking away.
I was about to turn my back, when the Joker spoke again.
"Y'know, Doc, switch up your name a bit you get," His voice dropped an octave or two "Harley Quinn."
"Like the clown character Harlequin." I replied with annoyance.
"Yes, I've been told."
"It makes me feel like there is someone I can relate to in this hell hole. Someone who I could share my secrets with."
I walked away. I was very confused at that moment. What was he trying to say? When i got down to my office I noticed a rose with a note on it.
Come and see me sometime
-J
I smelled the flower and smiled. At that moment I knew that this was the extreme personality I had been searching for-and a chance to prove I belonged at Arkham.