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Chapter 2

"Ohhh Harlllleeeeeeyyyy." He called, his voice loud above the noise of the alarms around them, she could hear his breathing next to her. She kept her mouth shut, trying not the breath to loudly in the fear she would give up her hiding space. "C'mon out and play Quinsel, I promise I won't bite." He taunted and she had to bite her lip to stop from squealing. She could see his boots from her cupboard and she prayed that they wouldn't stop, that he would just keep walking.

He didn't.

The door was ripped open and she felt strong hands grasp her arms, roughly pulling her from her sanctuary. She gasped and looked into the ice blue eyes of the joker, the light refracting off his knife as he raised it into the moonlight.

She woke with a start, gasping for air and searching the space around her, she was safely in her room. Panting and confused she got up, heading for her shower in a daze, her mind on the nightmare she just had.

The warm water offered her relief from her tensed state and melted under the calming spray of the showerhead. It was normal for her to be feeling a little nervous about meeting the most famous killer in all of Gotham, especially after meeting him in such a horrible way the night before. She should be preparing herself for the usual mind games the sociopaths tend to play with their doctors, the offering of fake stories, the knowing stares even though they didn't know anything. She had dealt with his type before, so was she so nervous for this one patient?

Harley went about her daily routine in a blur of movement, her mind on the session she was sure to have today. Her coffee tasted more bitter than usual, she didn't know if it was her sour mood that was making everything worse. The walk to Arkham Asylum was short, when you were the head psychiatrist you were expected to live near the patients, in case anything went wrong late at night. She usually enjoyed the walk; Gotham was a beautiful city after all. But today the buildings all seemed darker than they did the day before, all looming over her expectantly. She couldn't shake the thought that this was going to be her most challenging day since she became a psychiatrist out of her head.

She looked up at the swirling letters that graced the gate in front of her, the asylum was made to look attractive, to match the rest of the city below it, but she thought it just looked like a creepy prison. The walls were painted black; the bars on the windows visible even from the bottom of the driveway. The doors were wooden and heavy, a high security system involving a passcode and fingerprint system had just been installed, she thanked the stars that it had.

As she entered the building there was a buzz around her, like every employee and patient alike were aware of how big a day it was, of who was trapped amongst the institute's walls. Harley walked to her office, nodding her head at doctors and smiling at the patients on her way. Some of the people here were almost finished with their treatment and were allowed to wonder the asylum as they pleased, the restricted areas were coded and they couldn't reach the more damaged patients without a member of staff. Every office was locked and you had to swipe your name badge to get into it, the protection had always seemed a little too much for Harley, but today she welcomed it.

Her office smelled of vanilla and coffee, she sighed at the familiar scent and her whole body eased of tension immediately. She had made it here. There was nothing to be afraid of, a patient like that was going to have so much security that he breathed the wrong way and he was stunned, she wondered as to why that bothered her so much.

Harley started work on her other patient's files, typing their latest sessions from her notebook on to her laptop and checking when their next appointments were. She jumped when she heard the light tap on the door, signalling someone wanted to talk to her. She pressed the button on her desk that released the door and smiled as her boss and good friend walked in.

"Good morning Harls," Doctor Arkham beamed at her as he took a seat in the chair opposite her, "Working already?" he chuckled.

"Yup, have to make sure all of my patients are being taken care in the best way." She smiled.

"About that… I'm taking your patients away from you. Only the ones that you haven't had many sessions with." He looked at her and Harley felt her blood run cold, he was taking away her projects?

"Why would you do that?" She asked, her voice ice cold.

"Because I need you to concentrate all of your time on your next patient, the joker." His face told her everything she needed to know, no one else was in on this project, it was just her.

"Why am I handling him solo?" she didn't have a good feeling about this.

"The joker doesn't take well to too many people prying in his head and I think you have the best… touch to get him squealing." He touched her hand, "the sessions will be in the padded room and security will be watching at all times. I don't want you to feel like we are leaving you all alone Harleen, we will make sure you are safe."

Harley just nodded and sighed, handing over the files to her newest patients and taking the one that he passed to her in return, THE JOKER, written on the front. Dr Arkham gave her one last look and then left the room, just as she flipped open the first page of the clown's file. His face was staring up at her from the page, his piercing blue eyes were calculating, daring her to ask questions. His green hair was slicked back and not a single hair was out of place. His tuxedo was iron and perfectly hugged the shape of his frame. He held him self with such grace that you forgot his was a killer and just saw him as one of the high end people she had been around last night. His smile was inviting and maddening at the same time, he was attractive and dangerous.

Alias: The joker

Real name: Unknown

Height: 6"2

Weight: 72kg

Eye colour: Blue

Hair colour: Green- unnatural

Address: Unknown

Background: Unknown

Notes: Fell in chemicals and bleached skin, unhealthy obsession with batman.

Harley sighed, there really wasn't a lot to work off here apart from pages and pages of detailed crimes that the joker had committed, he was clearly a man that was proud of his work.

At the back of the file was a sheet with her weekly appointments with the joker and the rest of his schedule. He had a session with Harley everyday at 3pm and until then he was basically in his cell until exercise time at 11am, he even had his meals there. This was clearly a man they didn't want mingling with the other patients. She sighed. This was going to impossible.

She glanced at the time, it was only 8am and I had 7 hours until the joker was going to be sat across from her, 7 hours to keep her mind off the most damaged man in all of Gotham. She busied myself with focusing on the few other patients she still had in her care, there was only three cases that she was allowed to keep, too late on in their treatment to be switching doctors now.

One was a little girl called Lilah, she was believed to have killed her brother in a state of anger after he took her toys from her. Harley was working on getting her to open up to her and explain what had happened. She was her appointment at 10am.

Then there was Liam, he was a man, not much older than myself, that shot up his high school and insisted it was an act of God. He was by far the scariest person Harley had ever set eyes upon, until she saw the joker. He had session's everyday at 1pm.

Finally she had Mary, she was an older woman who swore she heard voices in her head, telling her to slice her wrist and jump off of buildings. They had found her in alley, bleeding out and she had been Harley's patient ever since. She couldn't be transferred to another doctor because she wouldn't say a word to anyone else but her. Harkey was working on changing that. She spoke to her everyday at 9am.

She started to prepare herself for her session with Mary, laying out the ink blotch cards and getting her a glass of water. She was a soft spoken woman and Harley liked to make sure she felt safe when she entered her office, she was the only person that was allowed to come in here, the only patient deemed safe to not be locked up in handcuffs when talking to her.

Harley plumped up the pillows and smiled as she entered my room, a guard guiding her in and then locking the door with a knowing look in Harley's direction. They all knew this woman wasn't a threat to society, only to herself. She was given to Arkham because Harley was the one that had found her and insisted on saving her from herself, no one else would do.

"Good morning Mary." She smiled and passed her the glass of water, starting her session.

An hour later she had opened up, telling Harley the voice she heard in her head was in fact that of her late husband, demanding she come and be with him. It broke Harley's heart that she missed him that much that she could hear his voice in her head.

They started work on letting go of something that was hard and Harley found out that he died of cancer; Mary was there when he took his last breath. She was going to cling to him a lot but Harley had plans to make sure she let him go. Her sympathy for the women was just growing more and more with each session.

As Harley typed up her session notes in her few spare moments between sessions she found herself glancing over at the open file on her desk, ice blue eyes looking back at hers from the page.

Today was not going to be a normal day.


Well obviously I wasn't going to make it that easy for you guys to get some joker loving, but in the next chapter her eyes meet his for the first time, Stay tuned!