Disclaimer: I don't own Batman or Criminal Minds.

AN: I got hooked on Criminal Minds a while ago, and right now, Harley Quinn is one of my favorite DC villains. I feel like she isn't really a bad person, just manipulated. She seems to have a more neutral alignment, like Catwoman and the Red Hood, two more of my favorite anti-heroes. I've never written a Harley Quinn fic or a Criminal Minds one, but I thought about it, and decided to try. After all, Harley Quinn was a psychiatrist, and the Bureau team are profilers. I kind of got hooked on Reid when I started watching Criminal Minds, and decided to bend genders and make him a her and really Harley Quinn for this fic. I know it sounds a little weird, but please give it a shot? Pretty please? This will have elements of Joker/Harley, but it's going to be mostly Morgan/Harley, since while Harley still loves the Joker, she is not going back to an abusive relationship. No woman should let herself be treated that way.

Harley's POV

Sometimes, I can still hear his laugh, a laugh that sent chills down the spines of so many others, but used to light up my face with a smile that could only be rivaled by his own.

I remember falling in love with him… an eighteen-year-old girl, fresh out of college. I'd never had any friends, being a twelve-year-old in high school. I was socially inept; I still am socially inept.

My father left when I was so little… only eight. My mother was never really there. She always went off to talk to her 'friends'. I didn't realize that those friends weren't really there until I was six. I had her committed when I was eighteen. I couldn't stay and take care of her, not when I had to work... in Gotham.

I was born in Gotham, but my family moved to Vegas when I was little. I still have the accent though.

Committing my mother was a terrible thing. I know how she feels now, sort of. I was in Arkham so many times. At least the doctors that take care of my mom are nice to her. The Arkham guards were never nice. It was worth it though, because of Pudding.

Oh, Pudding… he was… he was…

Abusive. I know that now. I didn't care though. I never cared, maybe not even now. I would have done anything for him.

So many people speak of how the Joker's laugh would make them scream in terror, but me? I would laugh with him, even now, because I love him.

A few years ago was when I joined the Suicide Squad. I paid my time there and was released back into the real world with a new identity. It's just my first name with my mother's maiden name, but no one would ever put it together. I used to be Doctor Harleen Quinzel, aka Harley Quinn, henchwoman and girlfriend to the Joker… to Pudding.

Now I am Dr. Harleen "Harley" Reid, daughter of Diana Reid, a girl who doesn't know how to use a gun let alone a clown's gun or a mallet, and would probably scream in terror if she saw the Joker, not run up to him and kiss him and tell him that I will always love him, no matter what he does to me.

I know Pudding never really meant to hurt me… he was just angry. So angry. Always angry. The littlest things would set him off, even when I was just trying to make him feel better.

It makes me nervous around men. Morgan, Hotch, Rossi… I was even nervous around Gideon, back before he quit.

I don't think I will ever be able to have another relationship. I still love the Joker, if he told me he loved me… I think I would go back to him, but the thought of being beaten again, by anyone? Granted, I'm pretty sure I am a masochist, but I am tired of being abused.

After all these years, all anyone's ever seen me as is a doll, a doll they can manipulate and arrange in anyway they feel like. Well they are all wrong. Very wrong. I am dangerous; I will show them all just how dark I can be when the time comes.

I may still love my Pudding, but I am done being seen as just a plaything by him and weak and without self-esteem by Ivy. I am done with all of that. I love Mistah J with all my heart, and Ivy was my first ever friend, but I joined the Suicide Squad for a reason: a second chance.

I have that at the Bureau. I just hope it lasts.

AN: Well? Good? Bad? Should I continue? I'd love it if you'd review.

Thanks,

-DragonsintheMoonlight