Chapter 1-

Hello everyone! Thank you for clicking on this story, as it is my first DC story. :) I fell in love with Joker after seeing Suicide Squad twice! And I just had to make a request story for anyone else who loved him as much as I did. :)

The first request comes from myself and it was something intriguing me the entire time. What if roles has been reversed? What if Harley had been the patient and Joker had been the doctor?

Now, obviously the Joker's identity is never revealed, so I'll just be using the name Jared because of the actor. :) Hope you guys don't mind. Let me know what you think and feel free to send in requests of scenes you'd like to see reversed.

This first one will be LOOSELY based on the original script, but with twists to fit the lines to the character swap.

Disclaimer: I don't own Suicide Squad, Joker or Harley Quinn. I don't own Belle Reve, or Gotham.

Enjoy.

Mr. J.

That's what everyone called him. That or Dr. J., it all depended on the mood and the day's activities. Working at Arkham Asylum wasn't a joy in any way. Everyone was crazy and conversations weren't easily held with anyone except fellow doctors, who tended to speak science and theory in every discussion. He was more of a jester himself, always trying to work jokes and humor into daily life. Arkham Asylum's staff didn't seem to understand humor.

What he would've given to work somewhere else.

But…then again…there was one bright shining patient in the depressing hellhole he worked in. One single patient that upon meeting he had immediately looked forwards to work every day. The single patient that made him dread every other patient, and brightened up one hour of every day.

"Hiya, Mr. J," the girl across the table giggled, biting her lip and smiling at him. "I missed you while they locked me away, all alone. I wanted to be with you," she pouted.

He immediately felt a smile creep onto his own face as he let out a nervous laugh. "I'm sorry. I wanted to see you. I told them to let me in, but they think I'm getting too attached."

"Silly, stupid doctors…" she laughed, smile popping up once again. "Silly, silly, silly."

He smiled a bit more and nodded unsurely. "I, ah, I brought you a kitty." He pulled the small stuffed cat from his lab coat pocket and held it up, squeezing it a bit to help catch her interest.

A gasp of surprise escaped the young woman, and then a squeal. "Someone's been a bad doctor, sneaking in things for little ol' me…" another giggle trailed from her lips as she leaned forwards, her straitjacket sleeves pulling as she tried to reach for the stuffed kitten.

"The thing is…" her smile faded to seriousness, only a small grin remaining.

He listened intently, eyebrows rising. Hadn't she liked his gift? Had he done something wrong?

"There's something else you could do for me…Puddin'…" she whispered, like she was sharing a secret.

He tensed a bit at the nickname. She didn't use it often, but he adored when she did. Immediately he was ready and listening, ready to do whatever it took to help his patient, the harlequin as everyone called her, because she only spoke to Mr. J, and Mr. J alone.

"Anything," he answered quickly, swiftly correcting himself. "I mean—yea—"

Harley leaned forwards again, her eyes narrowing and brightening all at once, a small smirk playing her lips.

"I need a machine gun."

Mr. J was stunned. He gaped, unsure of what to say.

"Can you do that for me, Mr. J?" she purred. Something that resembled innocence filled her voice. "Can you help me…? I don't want to be locked away again, Mr.J.…" she pouted. "I don't want to be alone…"

He was doubtful now. He could die. He could get killed. He didn't know what Harleen was planning. His harlequin. She only talked to him. But now she wasn't talking.

She burst into controlled laughter suddenly, a wide smile on her face. "Would you keep me company, Mr.J?"

"I…" The doctor muttered. He ran a hand through his brown hair nervously.

"You're my fun, I need you," she explained quickly, as if she was on some sort of time limit. "You've gotta help me, you make me happy, I like being happy, you're my jester, Mr.J. That's what it stands for, right? Jester? Joker?"

He looked up at her, debating silently.

"Oh, you like that…" she giggled. "Alright, Mr. J. Mr. Joker. Can you make me happy? Can you do this one little itty bitty thing for me?"

A pause.

And then.

"Okay."

And that's all you get! I know it was short, but I'd like to know if people are interested. Obviously I can continue this one-shot if you guys want, otherwise I am accepting any and all Suicide Squad requests, as long as they have to do with the Joker. After all, this is a Joker-centric story.

Let me know! Send in any requests you'd like! From "What if the Joker…?" to "How would the Joker react to…?" JokerxHarley requests are also welcome.

Hopefully see you soon!
-AsgardianGrizzly