The session with his new and delicious doctor had ended, and too quickly for the ended Joker's liking. Despite a small struggle, he was eventually was taken back to his cell by Jerry.
"How'd it go then Boss?" He asked, raising a brow.
The Joker laughed. "Oh, y'know what Jerry, I think these sessions might help me after all. I suddenly feel... All rejuvenated."
Jerry nodded in agreement and gave out a sharp wolf whistle. "Hell yeah! She's a hot piece of ass, I would mind f-"
The Joker abruptly stopped and turned to Jerry, his eyes dark and his temper trembling through his cuffed hands.
"Hold your tongue Jerry, You're such a useful employee. I wouldn't want you to have an unfortunate accident because of that mouth of yours now, would I?""
"Oh... Err... Sorry Boss, I didn't mean anything, I just meant that-." But before the blubbering idiot could reply, He was cut off yet again.
"No matter... You can do me a little favour to make it up to me, eh? How does that sound?" The Joker asked, with a slight sting to the tone of his voice.
"Anything boss!" Jerry said, taking a breathe of relief.
"Good." J smiled. "I want you to do some research for me... On our dear, little Doctor. I want to know everything. Her Hobbies, interests, lifestyle, employment history, college records, who she visits and when she visits them. I want every nitty-gritty detail on that bitch, understand?"
Without hesitation, Jerry replied. "Yes Boss, Right away Boss."
"Good Boy." The Joker flashed him a full grilled smile, before being bundled back into his cell.
After hours of admin, Harleen had finally finished work. She gathered up all of her papers and drove home to her apartment, managing to miss all the traffic on the way home, which was fortunate, since she only lived a full 10 minute drive from the Asylum.
Despite the long and torturous hours, the job had its perks. It was close by and she had spent so many years working to the bone to get a respectable, good earning job like this, and boy, did her hard work pay off. She graduated top in her class at just the ripe age of 24.
She was admittedly was proud of her achievements, she earnt enough money to live comfortably, she had a nice furnished apartment and a stable, progressing career. But something was missing, a nagging part of her brain just could help but feel bored with her life. There was no adventure, she felt like she was stuck in a cycle of work, work and more work. She was physically and mentally exhausted by her life, which was a surprise since all she did was go to work, and go to bed.
Harley threw her bag on the couch and swiftly followed b launching her body into the soft leather. She laid there for a moment, still wearing her white lab coat and ID badge. Her mind started to wander over her new patient. He was so confident, a confidence that she had never seen before... She pegged it down to his insanity, but she still couldn't deny that there was something about him that intrigued her, and it wasn't just his looks, although that was a huge factor.
She remembered the way his dust blue eyes moved under the flickering, overhead light. The shadows that cast themselves across his sharp structured face, and his eyebrows.. Or the lack of... It only made him more interesting. More addictive.
Trying to shake from her thoughts, Harley dragged herself off the couch and grabbed her laptop. She need to find out more about this green haired clown prince, not what the media portrayed him as and not what she had seen today. Harley needed the facts f she was going to progress with him. She was determined that he would be her success story. This would show all the Doctors that thought that she was too young and naïve to even think about consoling a child, let alone the infamous Joker.
Harleen stuck in her flash drive and pulled up a document containing all the information that was given to her by Dr Arkham.
As she had predicted, most of the categories were blank, but that didn't deter her. After all, it was half the fun trying to fill them in.
Harley had to make sense if his actions if she was ever going to understand him. He mentioned strategy and impulse, he even mentioned his businesses and his tattoos. She had found out more in 1 hr and 45 minute session than all those Doctors had put together.
Harley bit her lip at her tiny victory, she pulled up a fact file document on her laptop and read it.
Name : UNKNOWN
Alias: THE JOKER
Age: 30-40
Parents: UNKNOWN
Siblings: UNKNOWN
Spouse: UNKNOWN
Occupation: CRIMINAL
Harleen chuckled at this entry, the Doctors had obviously added to this list only based on assumption and pure guess work.
She rolled her eyes and slammed her laptop shut. She had a goal now, an aim, purpose. It was going to be a struggle, but she was willing to put up a fight. In this moment Harley made an oath to herself. She was going to rehabilitate the Joker.
The next morning came around and the Joker was taken to the canteen for breakfast, well that's what they called it anyway...
Since he'd been a 'Good Boy' in his session yesterday, J was allowed to mingle with the other patients.
After being pushed into the canteen by none other than his new favourite guard 'Ginger', the Joker shuffled over to the cue of brain dead, nutsos who were lining up for their daily dose of grey mush. Most of the inmates on his ward were way past their sell by date and couldn't speak more than a few words.
This wasn't always the case for the Joker, he was usually placed with the other criminals that where more in his 'Class' but over time the Doctors noticed that having a master manipulator like J in such a close proximity to other dangerous men, only caused riots and unrest in the prison.
Joker rolled his eyes when the cue slowly moved forward, left foot first in such a dreary manor. It was a though they were apart of some sort of zombie army.
He pitted them, he really did. They are the result of years of electroshock therapy and isolation. But he pitted himself even more, they were no fun to play with of torment and he was loosing his mind being surrounded by such mindless souls.
But that's where the good Doctor came into view. She was fresh, new and full of life. Perhaps a little more cynical than he would of liked, but with this new challenge on the horizon, he was determined to have some fun.
J skipped the cue and grabbed an apple from the snack tray. He took a seat on the bench and munched away, taking in his surroundings. Jerry walked over and sat opposite him, he was the guard on breakfast patrol this morning. Oh how deliciously convenient.
"I got what ya' wanted Boss. This is everything I could find, but I will carry on digging." Jerry explained.
"Good man." Joker smiled, giving him a sly wink.
Jerry carefully placed a folded piece of paper under the table for the Joker to grab.
"Mmmm...This will make very interesting reading." J laughed.
Jerry continued to sit and stare at the Joker as he began to open the paper. The Joker raised his head and flashed his grill at him.
"Well... Goodbye Jerry.." Joker said, gesturing his head towards the exit of the canteen.
"Oh yeah, sorry Boss." Jerry quickly scrambled to his feet and moved back to the front of the canteen.
"Stupid ape." The Joker muttered. Now that Jerry was clear of interference, he bit the inside of his cheek in excitement and opened up the folded piece of paper.
Name: HARLEEN FRANCAIS QUINZEL
Age: 24
Date of birth: 05/07/1992
Parents: Deceased ( Previously- Jane and Adam Quinzel)
Siblings: None
Spouse: None
Hobbies: Gymnastics, Reading.
Lives in a nice apartment 15 minutes away from Arkham Asylum. No visitors as yet, drives a newish red mini cooper. Favourite food is Chinese, favourite colour appears to be Red. Top student at Gotham University, graduated early and been employed at Arkham for 2 Months.
"Mmm... Gymnastics.." He rolled his eyes at the thought of what she could do with her body.
It was almost session time and Harleen had gotten there early, today she wanted to play a word association game, she laid out a stack of cards with pictures, hopefully he will cooperate, but she doubted it.
Ginger was dragging the Joker down the hall by the scruff of his neck, unfortunately for J, Jerry was doing guard duty on another ward. Ginger knocked on the door and entered.
"G-Good morning Doctor Quinzel, I have the Joker ready for your session." He stuttered.
"Thank you Sam, please bring him in." Harleen looked up, seeing a flash of green appear from the door. Her heart almost stopped, she'd forgotten how stunning he was, how effortlessly charming, she tried not to let it show but she felt a blush creeping up onto her face.
"Morning Doctor." The Joker purred, giving her a once over with his eyes. "Oh, you look good enough to eat."
Suddenly Sam pushed the Joker over to the chair with such force that he crashed into the table. "Watch your mouth clown." He spat in a low voice. "Sit down, shut up and behave."
Oh Sammy, Sammy, Sammy, you're sweet on the Doc here aren't you? Joker chuckled to himself.
"That's enough!" Harleen's eyes darted towards Sam with a scowl. "I think it's time you left now Sam." She suggested.
Sam gave the Joker once last look, he reluctantly nodded and left. "I'll be just outside Doctor Quinzel." And with that statement he shut the door.
"Sorry about that Mr J," Harleen said apologetically. "Some guards get personal with the patients."
"No need to apologise Doc, its fine." He smiled, then turned his lips down into a fake pout. "I'm used to it.."
"Well, that doesn't surprise me at all." Harleen retorted.
"You think I deserve this rough treatment Doctor?" Joker said with a heavy voice.
"No not at all Mr J," Harleen said in her defence. "Rest assured, I will be filing a complaint against the guard. But let's not pretend for one second that you don't exaggerate the truth to fit your own benefit."
"Oh Doc, are you flirting with me?" Joker chuckled, watching a slight blush creep onto her cheekbones.
Harleen cleared her throat awkwardly and turned her attention back to her notes. "Now, today I want to play a little game, just so I get to know you a little bit better. Is that alright with you Mr J?"
"Mmm.. Indeed Doc, I love to play... Games." He replied with a devious glint in his eyes.
"Okay." Harleen smiled triumphantly. "First I'm going to show you some pictures, and then I want you to say the first word that pops into your head. Got it?"
"Yes." He winked.
"Okay," Harley ignored him and continued. "Let's start."
She flashed him the cards one by one and listened to his responses.
The sun,
"Hot"
Plastic cup,
"Water"
Car,
Joker paused for a moment before replying. "Mini Cooper" He chuckled and straightened his posture, his eyes met hers and she stared at him with a tint of anger. She cleared her throat and continued.
Money,
"Weakness"
Eyes,
"Blue"
Bed,
"You" Oh Shit that came out wrong.
She gazed at him, was he playing with her or was it just a slip of the tongue? How did he know about her car? The whole situation suddenly made her feel uneasy... And a little excited.
"Okay that's enough Mr Joker, I think we can end this session early today."
"Back to formalities now are we Harleen?" Joker snapped.
"Mr Joker it has become clear to me that you are over stepping the Doctor-Patient boundaries, it's unprofessional and I must put a stop to it immediately. I was foolish to think that you were going to behave and take your therapy seriously, but evidently not."
"Don't get snappy with me Doctor, I think that you're forgetting who I am." His voice was dark, dripping with venom.
"Not at all Mr Joker, I know perfectly well who you are and what you're capable of, how else did you get Mini Cooper stuck in your head?" Her voice became just as poisonous. She was only on session 2 with him, and he was already playing his tricks.
"Smart Girl, you know what Doctor, you surprise me... You don't seem afraid, you should be." He replied.
"I'm not the one sitting in cuffs Mr Joker." Harley raised her own wrists, demonstrating that he had no power.
"Oh, Doctooor, you best not play with fire, with those free wrists of yours." Joker warned.
She gasped at his words, then suddenly he raised himself out of his chair, his hands were still cuffed, but her walked over to her. And that's when she got a real sense of his power, he was tall, and instantly towered over her. She gulped when she saw his toned muscles straining through his Arkham jumpsuit.
Harleen stood frozen in the spot, not wanting to move out of pure terror... And curiosity.
"You know what Doc, I've been thinking... Your name.. Harleeeeeeeen Quinzel.. Rework it a bit and you get Harley Quinn like-"
"Harlequin, yes I know I've heard it before." She said, barley above a whisper.
"I like it Harley, it suits you, it makes me feel like we have a connection." He moved closer to her now his face was inches from hers, he felt her hot breath on his face, and the sweet scent of her body wandered into his nose again.
He stared into her deep blue eyes and licked his lips. "You have two options now Doctor... I may be in cuffs, but...I have the upper hand. Now, shall I kiss you or kill you?"
He leaned further in, her hair tickling his face as he searched her eyes for an answer, but nothing, no clue to what she was thinking, just silence.
She couldn't help but want him to kiss her, but she wouldn't give him the privilege of responding.
"Hmm, it's your choice Harley..." He whispered.
She looked deeper into his eyes, she wanted to run but she was stuck under his spell. His glorious spell... She started to think about what his kiss would feel like, his lips on hers, his tongue, his touch.
"There is a third option Mr J..."