He was feeling alive when there was chaos, when there were no restrains, when there were no imposed rules. He was feeling alive when he was not caught in Arkham Asylum. The doctors were all the same. After the first meeting they were not returning. They were always men.
And that was what he expecting, a fat man, that was going to run as soon as his eyes landed on the self-proclaimed Prince of Gotahm City.
But, he heard the unmistakably sound of heels on the cement in front of the door.
"If you need anything, call for us."the guard said while a blond woman entered in the room. She, unlike most the women he met, was able to look sexy, yet presentable in the same time. From her white coat, he could tell that he was his doctor.
"Who do you prefer to be called? Mister Joker or just Joker?" she asked as soon as she closed the door behind her. It was a first, most of them would just call him Joker, if they called them by his name.
"Either way. How should I address, doctor?" one of very well known grins appeared on his face while he asked. he wanted to see how brave, how fearless the doctor was.
"Harleen, Doctor Harleen Qunizel." she opened a notebook.
"Harley Quinn. That is a name that puts a smile on my face." he answered. If he wasn't strapped in that straitjacket, he would have dropped his hands on the table.
"I heard about it, Mistah J." it was not the first time she was called Harley Quinn and she knew very well the story behind it.
"Mistah J? he asked. Another first, she smiled at him, he had to remark most would not answer, after all you never know when the Joker could come after you.
"You gave me a nickname, you needed one, too." then she gazed in her notebook, reading the notes.
"Tell me, Mr. Joker, do you think that you are insane?" she asked, while letting her body lean a bit over the table.
"Tell me, Harley, do you think that I am insane?" he tilted his head, some neon-green strands falling from their place.
"Sane is insanity,most call normality, put forth by society. But, tell me, what do you think?" she continued, looking in his eyes. She was eager to find out as much as possible.
"I do no suffer from something like that. I enjoy it. I am free." she noted that without looking in her notebook. She waited for him to continue.
"Care to elaborate?" one strand fell from her loose pony-tail.
"No. But that is enough about me. Tell me about you." he wanted to know more about her.
"I can't swim, for an instance, but this is about you, not about me."
"That's right, that's right. You can't swim? Well, this is..." he was taken by surprise with her remark. She told him one weak point.
"A first? Odd? I know about the other doctors..."she made a gesture with her hand, while rolling her eyes.
"Yeah, both.. But tell, me how did they let you here? Such a beautiful woman... I must be lucky." he started to laugh, his maniacal laugh filled the room. He wanted to know if the girl was going to run.
"I can say that we are both lucky, then. After all, Mistah J, you are the most interesting human-being, inside and out, that I know about. And believe me, when I say that I am very curious." she smiled before taking her notebook, and pen, letting them drop in the pocket of the lab coat.
"Our session is over." she spoke while the guard came and took Joker to his cell.
The rest of the night, his mind was plagued by Harleen Quinzel. She was not boring, yet and she was such a babe too.. That place was a bit bearable with his new doctor. His laugh filled the block of cells, making everyone aware of his presence.
When the guard came and took him to the room he had the session, Joker made up his plan. He wanted a new toy, and he found it. More likely it was a her, but her was his property.
Not long after he was in the room, Doctor Harleen Quinzel entered in the room.
"Should we continue from where we were yesterday?" she was still smiling.
"Yes. But, you see, it is boring this little chat of ours. You ask, I answer. Let's change a bit that. We take turns, on it." Harleen took her black rimmed glass off, and placed them in the pocket of the lab coat.
"You got a boyfriend?" He didn't know what he hoped for.
"Nope. I can say that I am married with my work. What is the most horrible thing you ever did?" He thought a bit, before answering honestly.
"I have no ideea."