This is my first time diving into this universe - even though I am a large fan of these characters. I saw the movie and loved the portrayals of both the Joker and Harley. There is a SECOND PART to this, that will shed some light on the title of this story : ) I do not own these characters and am only here to have a little fun with them! This is one of many short little bits before I try to tackle a multiple chapter work.

Dr. Parker resisted the urge to sigh or rub at his more than tired eyes. He had been warned not to let the female clown see any sign of his fatigue or weakness, they said she was exceptional at picking it all apart. To never forget that she had been a doctor once with a rather impressive record up to the point she took on him.

But he had been spending the past four or five (he couldn't keep count anymore) with the patient Quinn and it was always the same thing in different ways. Some days she was a giggling fit. Laughter bouncing all around them that turned into cackles and then into giggles, but she would never say a word. Other times they could not get her to shut up, constant chatter that made no sense. Something about dancing and twirling and rabbits and big, big smiles. He knew she was talking about the Joker and all the horrible things they got up to, but it never made any sense! He was sure she did this on purpose, that she wasn't so far gone to not know what she was doing - playing up the angle of her insanity to drive even her own doctors crazy with trying to figure out her ramblings.

During once session she just would not stop - clicking her teeth and raving on and on and on and on, up to the point that Doctor Parker slammed his open palms against the steel table and pushed his chair back, seething and shouting at her to 'be quite!' The silence that followed was almost worse than the noise. It seemed everyone was on edge as her blue eyes widened and she met his eyes - staring and only blinking. He felt himself start to shake, to come down from his frustrations and the apology was on his tongue, to bring back his persona of professionalism, but before he could the silence was shattered like a bullet through glass by her laughter, but this laughter was different from her cackling or giggling. It was mocking, a laugh of a person who knew something you didn't.

"You're gonna be sorry, Mista"

Her accent made the words all the more threatening as she leaned into her restraints. Twisted her head and shoulders back and forth and snapped her teeth at him before she was practically falling back in her chair and laughing. He called an end to the session and tried to ignore that her laughter never seemed to stop all the way down the hall.

They told him NOT to yell at her. It's what she wanted and he knew he had made a mistake before, now he was trying not to repeat it. But this...woman was the most frustrating patient he had ever treated. There was no talking to her. The sessions seemed now to merely only be made up of guessing what sort of mood she was in - teasing, happy or angry. Some she would pout and mutter - chew on her bottom lip until it bled and only stop when they threatened to put a muzzle on her to stop any more damage. If she could she would have crossed her arms, but instead he would just notice her pout getting deeper and her muttering something under her breathe. Today was one of those days. One where she would barely even acknowledge him , any of them. It was like they weren't even there though he noticed she seemed particularly distressed this session. Whimpering and rocking back and forth, eyes darting all over and he swears he saw a brief spot of moisture at the corners of her eyes.

"Harley, what's wrong?" He tried to keep his voice soft, to speak to her like he would his daughter when she was upset. Her behavior always reminded him of his girls back at home. Whether it was a tantrum over not getting what she wanted or being stubborn and refusing to say anything to him (not that she ever did) and there were times he felt a pang of sorrow for her. Wanted to brush the hair from her face and tell her it was okay ,but then he would remember that she was half of one of the worst duos their city had ever seen. Would remember her biting one of the guards or nurses, mutilating their faces with just her nails and cackling like a hyena about it. There was nothing innocent about her.

"I want to go home."

He was surprised to hear her speak even though her voice was low - broken sounding and like she was on the verge of tears. He was excited that he had gotten a direct response from her and reached out to touch her hand that was resting on the table, forgetting how much she disliked being touched. She snatched it back quickly, sharp blue eyes connecting with his and making him still while air hissed through her teeth like some sort of angry feline. She didn't say anything though about his touching, instead curling up in the chair and repeating herself. "I want to go home." There was more force behind this one and now he did sigh - reached for his glasses and removed them.

"Harley. You know that isn't-"

"I want to go home, I want go home, I WANT TO GO HOME!"

She was getting more agitated, angrier and he couldn't seem to get a word in as she kept speaking over him. Growling and snapping her teeth like an animal, gripping the edge of the table and digging her fingers into the steel and she kept on - yelling at him about how she wanted to go home.

"HARLEY, STOP!"

"DON'T YELL AT ME!" A rather vicious growl before she launched across the table, the sound of the chair scratching against the ground made his blood run cold before soon it was her nails swiping at his face. Her knees were on the table and she was shouting again - she wanted to go home, she was tired of this place, of how she missed her 'puddin'. Her screams and growling continued even after they pulled her off and down the hall away from the session room and Dr. Parker.