A/N: Hey everyone! I know it has been a while but it's been manic with performing the shows and GCSE's, but here I am and this is gonna be a great collaboration, please enjoy and I am taking any requests so don't forget to comment. I don't own any Batman characters
I Wanna Know What Love Is (Foreigner)
It was now Harleen Quinzell's third week at Arkham Asylum, as of last week the innocent little blonde had taken on the spine-chilling role of playing doctor to one of the world's most deranged and sadistic terrorists, The Joker!
At first the sessions were horrifically boring and unproductive, Harleen would be too terrified to ask any questions, and even if she had she doubted that The Joker would have responded. He simply sat in his dull Arkham uniform, strapped to the chair by the thick leather bounds, his curly emerald locks curtaining his porcelain face from the world, hiding his emotions, if he even had any! It wasn't until their third session together that any form of conversation was made between the madman and his doctor.
It startled Harleen at first, his voice was gravelly in texture yet his words were so fluent and smooth even going as far to make the poor, naive woman blush on numerous occasions! You see Harleen was one of life's victims, the only love from her parents was her daddy's bank account and her college boyfriend slept around, her being just another notch on the bedpost, The Joker sensed this in her, saw that deep down, she was already broken, like him, it wouldn't take long before she was a crumpled mess for him to reassemble in his own sick way, like Frankenstein's monster. And being the sadist that he was, The Joker had already decided that he would break this poor girl and make her his own, he didn't know what it was that drew her to him. Maybe it was her flawless beauty, or her curvaceous body or hell, maybe it was her twisted sense of humour, but he knew he had to have her…
He just never thought for a second that his plan involved her falling in love with him!
The second she confessed he felt his heart stop and his already ashen face drain of what little colour was left, his deep seaweed eyes were wide with shock and his muscles began tense, his whole body going rigid where he sat. The minute he was sent back his cell he began to think, he thought so much his brain began pounding in protest against his skull, in his life there had been so much heartache and pain, he thought back to his beloved Jeannie. Could he really face it all again with this girl? But…being the clown prince of crime was lonely, he needed a princess- and she was more than willing to take the job.
She wanted to know what love was and somehow she thought that he could show her, in fact, she KNEW he could show her what love really felt like, and despite his demonic appearance and brutal personality, deep down inside the Joker did want her to know what love was and what it felt like, and he was gonna be the only one to do it!