Authors note: I thought the first few chapters where too short so I smooshed them together into one chapter. :D I hope you like it.

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I walked into the room and sat down opposite him.

The first thing I noticed was his face, of course, it was famous, a shocking shade of white, he had an almost annoyingly long face, with a very pointed chin paired with an incredibly long nose. He had large dark green eyes, almost black, and very thick eyelashes which made his eyes look even darker.

He almost looked alien, or at least not truly human.

His most distinguished, and most fascinating feature was his mouth, slightly scarred round the edges, I could tell he'd been in many fights. Lips which were deep red, quite in contrast to his face, and his mouth was massive, yet his teeth seemed slightly to big to accommodate it.

And his smile, oh his smile, it was the most dauntingly beautiful sight, it would consume his face in a slow flash of pure glee. Normally this wondrous smile would precede some of the oddest laughter I had ever heard, so varied.

No one had ever laughed at my jokes before.

I think I liked him.

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That wasn't the first time I'd seen the Joker, of course, I'd seen him around Arkham and quite a few times on the news, I'd always thought he was just your run of the mill crazy person.

The first time I'd actually seen him, in person, was as I was walking to my office a while after a nice chat with two face, who only half an hour after our meeting had gotten himself into a fight with Joker in the cafeteria, from what I'd heard he had made a joke about Harvey putting on weight, and it was a fight that Joker had lost.

I'll always remember that moment, him being dragged along by a couple of guards back to his cell, he was giggling, as always, but as he passed me he stopped and gazed into my eyes, and I suddenly felt as if I could feel his pain, he looked so helpless, I felt almost hypnotized, only for a few seconds, then he was gone.

That was when I decided that I needed to meet him.

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The next evening as I sat down at my desk what did I see? A vase. With a single rose in it and a note : Come down and see me some time - J. How did it get there? Hah, there was no point in asking, I'd read his files, I knew how crafty he could be. Though you've got to admit that it was a lovely gesture, I wonder how he'd known what my favorite flower was.

I went straight down to ask him what he'd done, and well I'm sure you know what happened, one thing he said that got me was: "It makes me feel there's someone here I could relate to, someone who might like to hear my secrets." I knew he was only saying that to get me interested in him, as if I wasn't already, but what I couldn't figure out was why he would say that to me.

Was he was interested in me too?

So I studied him, I read all the notes from all the doctors who had seen him previously, all saying different things about him, he'd told them all different stories. But maybe, if he was interested in me, as I thought he was, he might tell me the truth. I spent my free time studying his actions, watching him in the cafeteria, security tapes from some of his interviews, I even went down and watched him in his cell after my shifts, from the shadows where I was sure he wouldn't be able to see me.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Jack asked through the phone.

"Yes I am, I really feel like I have to do this."

"Just be careful, you know that people like him can mess with your head." His voice was laced with worry.

I rolled my eyes, "Look I know you're just looking out for me, but there's nothing to worry about, you know me."

"yes and I know how easily you can be influenced, remember that time I got you to back flip off the top of that building and you broke you're nose?" He laughed mockingly, what an annoying little bugger he was...

"Come on Jackie, we were kids then, it's ok I know what I'm doing. I'm going to meet him."

I felt I was ready to talk to him, try to get him to unveil his true feelings and maybe his true identity.

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But I really hadn't expected this, to be so taken by his appearance, or his personality, or his laugh, but I'd never seen him in the light before, or heard him without having to whisper.

I could hardly speak, his eyes were staring into mine again, trying to hypnotize me again. I wouldn't let them, no, I shook my head to try to rid myself of this odd feeling, of wanting to be close to him and make sure he was ok, that's not why I'm here, well it was really, but not like that. After a few deep breaths to gather my thoughts I continued with my questions.

"Are you ok miss Quinzel?" He asked me, a few sessions in.

I was rather confused by his use of my proper name, as since I introduced myself to him he had insisted on calling me Harley. I think he could tell that I was confused.

"Hmm. I just can't shrug this weird feeling I get when I'm around you." I replied after a few seconds, I truly had no idea where this was going, or why I would tell him that.

"Ohh, Those sort of feelings ey? Well I don't blame you, most people are intimated by my brilliance!" He flexed his arms, pulled gunshot poses, then fell back in his chair laughing.

"No Mr Joker not those sort of feelings, I'm not scared of you." when I said this his mouth fell open, as if mocking what I'd said, he crossed his arms exclaiming "HMMPH" and I couldn't help but giggle.

For a second he stopped, still as he processed this new information, maybe I wouldn't have noticed if I had been writing my notes and not focusing so strongly on him. Then he slightly raised his eyebrows, as if in surprise and he returned to normal. "Oh right..." He rolled his eyes.

He cleared his throat and slowly stated "I don't think I've told you about my... personal life."

I straitened up "you've told me about your parents, your childhood, your adventures in England and some of the details about your life with the mob, what could be next?" I made sure I smiled at him in a way that seemed inviting, I didn't want to seem condescending.

"Hmm. You know what Harley. I don't think your quite ready for the details about that yet" he winked at me "and our times up anyway!" he gifted me with an extra wide smile as he leaped towards the door as the guards arrived to guide him from the room. I'd have to tell Jack about this later.

I sighed happily, I couldn't wait for our next meeting.