Love,hate and instantly

book one:

Harlenn Quinlze becoming his Queen.

The story of love and insanity.

Chapter One;

The Chase Of Fate

Beta by CaptianLenne thanks you and she reworked it a little :)

The last therapist who visited the Joker had ended up in the ER. He was now out and ready for his next meeting with the Joker. Fatty as he was called by the Joker was to be joined this time by what Joker could glean from the guards who passed his cell was young, smart, sexy and mostly importantly the adopted daughter of the head of the asylum he currently resided in.

"Hmm," Joker hummed to himself while the guards escorted him to the therapy room, where he got his first look at his new doctor.

Her long dirty blonde hair was done up in a neat bun, a pair of reading glasses rested on her face not taking anything away from the shy smile on her lips that were coated in a light pink lip gloss. Black pants and a button up white blouse did nothing to hide her figure, and on her feet were a pair of black pumps. All in all a good looking girl.

"Joker this is Doctor Harleen Quinzel," Fatty said once the Joker had been seated and secured in his chair.

At hearing Harleen's name the Joker let out a long drawn out laugh. "What was his name again, oh it doesn't matter," Joker thought his eyes staying on Harleen's pretty blue ones.

"Hello," Harleen greeted the Joker, "As this is our first meeting Doctor Jones will be monitoring this session."

Joker's smile widened at the musical sound coming from Harleen's mouth. "Yes this will definitely be my newest toy," he thought grinning at the thought of something new to play with.

"Usually I would begin the first meeting asking you about your childhood, but I have been informed that you would not answer those questions truthfully," Harleen began looking at her newest patient, "So instead let us play a game."

"A game?" Joker smirked.

"Yes, you answer one of my questions and I will answer one of yours. Tic for tac," Harleen said simply.

He laughed again, "If you wanna play this game then Fatty leaves." While he had been enjoying the look of his newest toy he didn't like the lustful looks that Fatty was giving his toy. That wouldn't do at all and he really wanted to play with his toy without interference from others. Maybe if she continued to keep him entertained he would keep her around for a little while at least.

"Doctor Jones can you please step outside?" Harleen turned a little to face her colleage but not turning enough that she took her eyes off of Joker.

"Harleen I really don't think that would be a good idea. Remember after my last visit with him I ended up in the ER," Doctor Jones aka Fatty pleaded with Harleen.

"She said leave Fatty," Joker snarled at him.

"I will be fine, and you will be just right outside the door if anything goes wrong," Harleen tried to re assure him.

"I will be right outside," Doctor Jones said trying to flash what he considered a flirtatious smile at her.

Joker inwardly hissed at Fatty who was intruding on his time with his new toy. Once Fatty had made his way outside the door Joker made himself more comfortable.

"Now, how old are you?" Harleen asked her first question.

"No, I don't like that question, ask me another one," he commanded.

Her eyebrow rose at the command but went to her next question, "Who was your first kill?"

His smile widened at this, perhaps he would try shocking her, "My father."

Harleen picked up the pen and made a quick note on her legal pad. Patient doesn't want to answer questions about personal information regarding childhood and age, but smiles at the thought of the first person he killed which is his own father or so he would like me to believe.

"My turn," Joker said happily, then made some effort into looking like he was thinking hard, "So what does Arkham thinks he is doing by sending his gorgeous daughter in here with me?"

Needing to play the game to get anywhere with the Joker Harleen answered truthfully, "Honestly he doesn't want me anywhere near you, but when I was working on my doctorate I wrote a paper about you which earned me top marks. The board of directors thought it would be a good idea to let me be your therapist while you are here."

His eyes lit up at this information, "You wrote a paper about me?"

"Yes, my question now. Do you think you are crazy or is it an act for everyone?

Joker shrugged, "Who knows, maybe a little bit of both. Now when was the first time you got f***?"

Harleen blushed, "I was twenty and it is not something I like talking about."

"Why not? He couldn't preform?"

"The a*** used me."

"You should be the one using anyone you want, unless it is me of course. We would be equals my Harley Quinn using everyone around us," he growled out at her.

Harleen felt something funny was happening to her, something she couldn't quite yet name or pin the actual feeling down. "I think my time is up Mr. Joker," with that she rushed out of the room as the guards entered to come escort the Joker back to his cell.

All the while Joker was laughing at the reaction his newest toy had given him. Everything about her reactions were amusing to him, and all the more enjoyable was that she ran from him. "Oh I do love a good chase my Harley," he called out to her retreating form, getting a glare Fatty who quickly started making his way after Harleen.

When Harleen got to her office she was greeted by her adopted father who had lunch already set out on her desk, and a special treat for her first session, a grape soda.

"Are you alright Harleen?" Marcus asked his adopted daughter.

Harleen nodded, "I am fine just nerves."

"How was your first session with the Joker?" Marcus asked.

"The Joker was out of character," Jones said inserting himself in the conversation between father and daughter.

"How so?" Marcus asked.

"He never talks to someone like he did Harleen. He actually tried to include her into his world," Jones said enthusiastically.

"You mean when he was telling me that I should use people with him?" Harleen questioned her colleague.

Marcus looked concerned at his adopted daughter who was taking a sip of her grape soda, "I think I will join you on your next session with him Harleen."