Okay I know there are like a million Harley origin stories and I know because I read all of them but I think you guys will like this. If you ask me, this is a little different from the other but that's just my opinion. Enjoy!
Doctor Harleen Quinzel is looking at herself in the mirror in her office. Her office. After a year of interning at Arkham Asylum, she was finally granted a space of her own. Most of her coworkers thought she was just another bubble headed blonde bimbo. 'Well the joke's on them, I'm not even a real blonde,' she thought and smiled to herself. She didn't let their insults bother her. She wasn't there to make friends anyway, she was there to help her patients. Her coworkers could go to hell.
As she confined her blonde locks into her lucky green scrunchy, she thought of the day she moved to Gotham. She finally had the guts to break away from her overbearing mother, with the help of her dad. After her parents divorced, Harleen wanted to live with her dad so bad but the judge sided with her mother because her dad had a drug habit. Even though he was high out his mind most of the time, Harleen was a daddy's girl and he could do no wrong in her eyes. Her mother, on the other hand, was the bane of her exist. Her mother could never find anything good to say about Harleen. Harleen spent most of her life trying to please her mother but she knew it was a lost cause. No matter what she did, Harleen was a disappointment in her eyes. Even though when she told her mother she wanted to be a psychiatrist. Her mother's exact words were, "Why would you be a doctor when you can marry one?"
That's why she transferred to GU in the middle of her third year of college. Her dad let her live with him until she graduated and got a job. He supported her as much as he could but he wanted her to be able to live independently, so when she graduated he called in a favor to his poker buddy, Jeremiah Arkham. Another reason, her coworkers didn't like her. They assumed she got the job because of her dad but he just got her the interview, everything else she earned, like this beautiful office. She had earned it for curing the most patients in the past year. Something nobody in the Asylum could do.
She slipped her lab coat on and leaves her office. She didn't get very far when she saw a tall black figure stalking towards her and she heard the most chilling laugh she had ever heard in her life. She had to adjust her glasses to make sure she wasn't seeing things. It was Batman, carrying a someone over his shoulders. As he got closer, she back out of his way. When he walked pasted her all of a sudden a pair of ghost white hands reached out and grabbed her by the collar making Batman drop him. She and the man came tumbling down. She was face to face with a man with green hair and red lips and silver teeth. He grabbed her face and said, "Why so serious, my dear?" Then he licked the side of her face before Batman pulled him of her.
"See you soon sweet face!" the man cackles as Batman drags him away.
"Dr. Quinzel! Are you okay?" Jeremiah asked as he helps her up.
"Yes, I'm fine. I work in a mental asylum, it's not the first time a patient has tried to eat me," she says.
"Dr. Quinzel, do you know who that was?"
She looked in the direction where Batman was walking. "Well, that was Batman, so I'm guessing that was The Joker. He's younger than I thought." Arkham was taken back but composed himself.
"Walk with me to my office," Arkham said.
"Am I in trouble?" she asked. 'Please don't take my office from me, I just started decorating it,' Harleen thought.
"No, no, nothing like that, I just want to talk about your next assignment."
"Oh, okay."
When they arrived to his office, Jeremiah pointed to a file on his desk and said, "This is your next patient."
"Who is it?" she opened the file and saw The Joker's face and immediately closed it and shook her head.
"Oh no, I am not taking The Joker," she said.
"Come on, Harleen. Nobody else wants him, they're scared," Arkham said, mumbling the last part.
"Oh, I wonder why," Harleen said sarcastically.
"You are one of the best we have and the only one with balls enough to put up with his antics."
"I don't even like clowns," Harleen complained.
"Please Harleen, we need somebody to take his case, I'm begging you," he begged.
Harleen wasn't used to watching a grown man beg. She had to admit, she kind of liked it. Taking a case like The Joker's would be interesting but dangerous. Frankly, she didn't want to die anytime soon and taking this case would increase her chances. However, the pitiful look on Arkham's face made her feel bad for him.
"Ugh, okay, I'll do it."
"Thank you Dr. Quinzel. You don't know how much this means to this hospital," Arkham said.
"I want him in a straitjacket at all times when he is with me," Harleen demanded.
"Consider it done, anything else?" he asked.
Harleen thought of ways she could milk this opportunity. "Oh, I want an espresso machine put in the break room. If I'm gonna be work with that clown, I'm gonna need more caffeine."
"Done. Now go home, I'm giving you the rest of the day off. You got a lot of reading to do."
She pick up the file and nearly dropped it.
"Jeez, this thing is heavy. How can one man do all of this stuff?" she asked.
"Well, it's up to you find out, good luck, you'll need it," Jeremiah said.
"I'm gonna need a lot more that luck, maybe I should call my father's dealer" Harleen said, walking out his office.
As she walked back to her office, Harleen bumped into Dr. Leland. She had to stop herself from groaning in frustration. Dr. Leland was one of the people that didn't think she deserved her position and always something negative to say about Harleen.
"Ms. Quinzel," Dr. Leland greeted her.
"That's Dr. Quinzel, I have papers to prove it."
"My apologies, I wanted to talk to you about your new patient."
"What about him?" Harleen asked, annoyed.
"I just wanted to tell you, don't waste your time. He isn't going to tell you anything. I was his doctor before he broke out and the only words he ever said to me were…I rather not say, but besides that, he's not much of a talker," Dr. Leland explained.
"Well then, if he's that boring. I better bring my old Gameboy to occupy my time," Harleen rolls her eyes and starts walking away.
"Don't say I didn't warn you," Leland shouted after her.
Harleen knew this case was going to be different but seriously, he couldn't be that difficult, right?
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