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Harleen's eyes fluttered open to the sound of her alarm buzzing away on her nightstand. Her routine was starting to get bland, wake up, go to work, sleep, and repeat. She craved purpose, variety, something to get her blood pumping. Sadly, these days the adrenaline she desired seemed to be growing weary.

Harleen did what she'd done every morning, put on her makeup, brush her teeth and hair, the necessities. Her mornings consisted of stale coffee and horribly old protein bars, but they were starting to taste like a typical breakfast now.

Leaving her basic apartment in her basic car to go to her not-so basic job.

Arkham Asylum, where the freaks lived with an ideal daily routine brought there by the infamous Batman. Only the clinically insane criminals were emitted to Arkham. The list consisted of the naturally obliged criminals, Pamela Isley, Selina Kyle, Jonathan Crane, ect.. Harleen had never gotten the chance to take a patient like them, mostly because they were reserved by the more-advanced doctors such as Dr. Penelope Young and Dr. Joan Leland.

"Morning Dr. Quinzel, you look nice today." Senior officer Bowels always seemed to have a smile on his face, working in a morbid asylum didn't guarantee such attitude.

"I must say Mr. Bowels, I look the same every day." Harleen gave him a gentle smile.

"You look very nice everyday." He assured her.

She waved past him feeling a little better about herself. Harleen turned into the staff room half eavesdropping on Dr. Amadeus Arkham himself talking with corrections officer, Dr. Cash.

Dr. Arkham stopped coming into the Asylum so often due to unspecified reasons. The doctors didn't mention him unless talking about the asylum, they didn't like to bring up any sensitive topics.

"If no one wants to treat this patient, there's nothing we can do."

"But sir, The Joker has no filter on the extent he'll go to."

"Cash, he's dangerous I understand. Unfortunately, if no doctor will go near him there's no solution. Unless we wait for a doctor who will take on that sort of challenge."

Harleen thought about her odds. A lonely, basic life dealing with petty criminals.. The Joker could be her big break. She'd heard of recent breakouts, sure he'd been on air a few times, but that didn't stop her. "I'll take that challenge." Harleen said looking down at the two.

"Are you sure Miss. Quinzel? Mr. Joker isn't an ideal person to be working with." Dr. Arkham turned his attention to the determination Harleen had in her voice.

Dr. Cash handed her a thick folder that said, 'The Joker' under a big stamp that stated 'CLASSIFIED'. Harleen opened the file that was packed to the brim with newspapers titled, 'Joker attacks orphan homes', 'The Joker holds Batman at gunpoint', and 'Joker's clown massacre'.

Harleen started to doubt wanting to be The Joker's Doctor, but this was her one chance to prove herself, so she continued. "I'll help Mr. Joker." She stated confidently.

Cash cleared his throat. "Would you be willing to meet him right now?"

Harleen hesitated for a moment before she realized what he'd asked of her. "Right now?" Harleen felt a feverish chill travel down her whole body.

"Right now." He repeated.

She felt her body heat, she was afraid of what she was getting herself into. "Sure."

Harleen took a look at the picture next to his name and suddenly got a nervous feeling in the pit of her stomach. His eyes stared into hers as if he was standing there staring at her. And his smile, the devil's smile. She took one last glance at Dr. Arkham before following Dr. Cash out into the halls of the asylum.

"Why do you want to be The Joker's psychiatrist? You know he's crazy."

"Aren't they all?" Harleen shot back.

"You play fair game, Miss. Quinzel, I don't recommend the attitude for Joker.."

"He doesn't scare me."

They walked past west wing to The Joker's cell.

There was guards on either side of an iron door. Cash pushed a key into a few different locks and the door creaked open. Cash walked inside followed by Harleen. Harleen could feel her blood rush through her body as he smiled.

"Who's your pretty friend Cash?" He watched her every move like a hawk.

"This is your new doctor, Dr. Quinzel."

The Joker sat across the table in a straight jacket. His posture was almost seemed unimpressed. The doctors sat down in the empty seats in front of him.

"Joker, I know you're in and out of this place so you know the rules."

"Save it for next time Cash." He said, eyes flashing between the two of them.

Dr. Cash growled giving Harleen the feeling he would snap any moment.

"Dr. Cash, I would like some time with Mr. Joker, to get to know him." Harleen glanced at Aaron before he walked out of the room.

Joker stared at Harleen for a long time watching her body language. She didn't seem afraid, if so she did a great job hiding it.

The bottom of Harleen's heels clicked on the floor slowly. She stared into his eyes, the smirk on his face silently making her cheeks grow hot.

"Doctor Quinzel.." Her name rolled off his tongue like water.

Harleen's breath caught in her throat. "Mr. Joker?"

"What's your name?"

She cleared her throat before shifting around in her chair. "Dr. Quinzel."

"C'mon doc, you're a human right? You've gotta have a name." He grinned

"Mr. Joker, we're not friends."

He shook his head slowly, silently disagreeing. scooting his chair forward he grinned slightly at her uneasiness. "You know Quinzel, you're a sweet girl." He abruptly sat up in his chair. "I like you." He said smiling from ear to ear.

"Mr. Joker, I'm your doctor." She stated harshly adjusting her glasses.

"You better be a good one," he shot in a dark tone, "you'll need to." A chill went down her body as she looked up at him, trying to maintain her confident ego.

Dr. Cash peeked into the room eyeing them down. "Dr. Quinzel, You have a patient at 11, we're cutting it short. Whenever you're ready.." He returned to the other side of the door leaving them alone once again.

Harleen gathered her clipboard and files before turning for the door. "I look forward to seeing you in therapy, Mr. Joker." She said giving one last look as she walked towards the rusting door.

"Nice meeting you, Doctor Quinzel." He slurred flashing a metal smile before she exited the room, blush flooding her face.