A/N sorry this took so long, I've been super busy.
This chapter has some sorta graphic content and some abuse in it so if you can't deal with that then please don't read my lovelies.
Enjoy! And, as always I don't own these characters I just like to have my wicked fun with them.
Harley pov a week later.
"Mister Joker, why won't you answer my questions? Come on, it's been a week." I sighed frustrated. He just stared at me, amusement in his eyes.
"Miss Quinzell, would you answer my questions? I have plenty." he looks at me like a kid on Christmas. Its unethical, but then again most of my life has been. I sigh.
"Mister Joker, how's this for a deal. You answer mine, I'll answer yours?" he sits back, thinking, then nods chuckling to himself. "Okay, let's go. What do you remember from when you weren't like how you were today? Who's the man behind the joker?"
He coughs as he sits up, "that's two questions Harley. I remember nothing though. Now, what can I ask my lovely doctor. Hmmmm..." he leans back thinking, "Why are you a psych doctor?" I shuffle nervously, hoping he doesn't see, I can tell from the glee in his eyes that he did.
"I wanted to help people, everyone needs help." he rubbed his chin "why do you kill people me joker?",I could tell he wasnt happy with me avoiding his questions directly.
"money, blood lust, to prove a point, fun." I don't know why I was asking these questions I had already learned all of these answers from his file, I guess really I wanted to build up his trust.
"what was your childhood like Doctor Quinzell?" my breathing hitched in my throat. This is not something I wanted to answer. Judging by his face, he could tell that I was uncomfortable, he sat back with a snug face chuckling to himself lightly.
"Well I was raised by my grandparrnts. I'm afraid our time is up Mr J." he looked at me with such anger and curiosity that I should be scared but honestly, he looked cute. What? Harleen you cannot think a patient is cute! I mentally scolded myself. Liking a patient leads to dangerous things. I stood and opened the door to inform the orderlies that it was time for him to return to his room. On his way past me his eyes caught mine and I think I must be hallucinating or something because I'm sure he winked at me.
Joker Pov.
The orderlies led me back through the dark and dingy halls which I now called home. I laid on my bed with my feet hanging off the edge and began to drift to my lovely psych doctor. She trapped my interest the first time I saw her, those big blue eyes and plump lips. I want to destroy her. Mentally as well as physically. I reached under my bed and grabbed the small laptop I had managed to get in, I decided to open the program I had for hacking into systems, I se it up to get me into the Arkham files so I could find out where my sweet innocent Harley lives.
"what the fuck?" I growled to myself when I found what seemed to be like a patient file. Harley is already batshit crazy? That's amazing! I read the list of drugs she was on, anti depressants, anti psychotics, anxiety meds, insomnia meds and a few others. Reading for a good hour I learned the history of my pretty Harlequin and why she was here as a doctor and not a patient.
Harley pov.
When I got home I decided to read over the Joker case files again. It's a simple history, unknown before he fell into the Ace Chemical VAT at the plant. Made acquaintances as well as enemies throughout the years and has an impressive range of crimes from murder to small time robbery. Ace Chemical Plant huh? Wonder what's so special. I looked over at my meds on the dresser, untouched, the way they've been since I was prescribed them. I should win a fucking Oscar. Lying down I soon drifted off into a deep sleep.
Harley's dream
"Harleen, come to Daddy!" I heard my father's voice ring around the house. I didn't want to go. don't come and find me. "Harley. Mommy's not home and I WILL come and find you! It won't be fun. I promise" no, no, no. I climbed out of the small space under my bed and set about going downstairs. A hard smack in the face whipped my head around. All of a sudden there was screaming, all around me, loud and unbearable, I was holding a knife and my so called father was dead. Then I was older, my grandfather was assaulting me, stop! Stop! Then he was bruised and bloody at the bottom of the stairs. I pushed him didn't I? It was defense wasn't it? I shouldn't be in trouble it was defense.
I woke up sobbing and covered in a thin layer of sweat. Fuck, why did those dreams happen? Every night, my past torments me. Sighing I decided to get up and go for a walk. I pulled on a hoodie and my yoga pants and headed, the cold air wrapping around me, I lit a cigarette and set out on my way, smoking and thinking. I had all of my psychological issues and I managed to keep it under control without meds. I am by all definitions, a textbook sociopath. The only time I felt like a normal human being was during my sessions with Mr J, he didn't look down on me because of my past or because I was a woman, if anything, I feel like I interest him and I have genuine interesting conversations with him. I sigh to myself and look up, I've absent mindedly walked to the ACE Chemical Plant. I stood on the balcony overlooking the chemical vats and wondered. What was the joker like before he fell? What would I be like if I jumped? I closed my eyes and was shocked when my phone started to ring. Looking at the caller ID I saw it was Arkham.
"Hello Dr Arkham, is anything wrong?" I looked at my watch, I'm not due to get to work for another two hours. I started on my way home.
"Miss Quinzell, I'm sorry to have to ring you so early but it would seem that one of your patients has had a sudden meltdown in the night. He's refusing meds, food and states he will only talk to you and you alone. Could you please come in as soon as possible for an extended session with him?" I tried not to roll my eyes at the way Arkham referred to his female employees at Miss and the males as Doctor but the important thing right now was my patient and their safety.
"Of course, Dr Arkham, which patient was it? I'll be there as soon as I can." I heard an awkward cough from the other end of the line.
"Harleen, it was the Joker. I understand if you want someone with more experience to take him on now. If you continue with his care please note that this break could take all day to fix and will be your only work today." my entire body tensed up and covered with goosebumps. Mr J! We were getting along so well, I wonder what could have caused this.
"Dr Arkham I assure I can handle this case and I will die trying" I laughed a little awkwardly mentally scolding myself for being excited to see the clown prince himself. After a few more minutes of general chit chat and goodbyes I was off the phone and getting into my apartment. I rushed to shower, shoved a cereal bar in my mouth as I dried off and began to dress, letting my mind drift. I wonder which clothes he would prefer? Harley! Why am I thinking these thoughts? Oh did, do I have feelings for a patient? This can't be happening. I can't do this I could lose my licence or worse, my life! He's definitely getting to me though, not just because of his looks I mean god damn is he an attractive man but it's more his outlook on everything. Life's not good unless there's a punchline. Nothing is serious unless it's money or people who've done him wrong. I smiled like a teenage girl. Fuck the rules! Fuck this system! I'm a person and if I lose my licence then I'm sure Mr crown prince of crime will have something for me to do. Maybe his sexy nurse?