I sat in my chair for what seemed like forever waiting for the Joker to arrive to the special session room. I glanced at the clock, it was already ten past twelve.

"Where is he?" I said under my breath.

I waited for another ten minutes before getting up to talk to the gaurd stationed outside of the door.

"Hi... Ronald.. I was wondering where my patient is?"

"Joker acted up this morning, threatened another prisoner, lead to a fight, now he's locked in his cell for the next 48 hours."

"The next 48 hours?!" I couldn't believe my ears. I scoffed and started towards his cell.


"I knew you'd come Doc." The Joker called from his cell as I got close.

I got to his cell and told the guard to let me in.

"I don't think that's safe, Miss. He just got into a fight this morning after all, and I wouldn't want you getting hurt."

I looked him up and down. He was young, maybe 23, and obviously new.

I sighed. "Yeah, I guess you're right, I would be in danger in there." I tried to look weak. "But then again, I'm only trying to do my job the best I can. Plus, I'd have you out here to protect me." I put my hand on his shoulder. "I know I'd be safe with you out here."

He cleared his throat and stood up a little straighter. "Well... If you're trying to do your job, I shouldn't be the one to stop you. But you just holler and I'll be right in Miss..."

"Quinzel. Harleen Quinzel."

"Right, Ms. Quinzel. Here, let me open the door."

I looked at his name tag. "Thank you Matthew. Mind if I call you Matt?"

He shook his head and gestured for me to enter.


"I'm surprised Doc. I didn't peg you as such a minx." The Joker said with a smirk.

"Well you're my patient and I'm here to help you, even if it means using advantages I'd prefer not to use."

"Well Toots, I'm impressed. I really thought you were a square." He unfolded his hands from behind his head and sat up on his bed.

"Why would you think I'm a square Mr. Joker?"

He groaned. "Would you stop calling me 'Mr. Joker'? It's annoying."

"Well that's the only name on your file, so that's what I have to call you."

"You are such a puppet."

I sighed. "Shall we get started?"

"Sure Doc, I'm ready to spill my deepest secrets and worst fears to you. Did you bring your little notepad? Shrinks always have those."

I ignored his question and sat down on his bed next to him.

"Risky move Doc. I'm the Joker, I could kill you at any second, remember?"

I smiled slightly. "I don't think you would hurt me Mr. J."

"Mr. J..." He repeated, "...I like that."

"I'm glad. Since you don't like Mr. Joker, that's what I'll refer to you as from now on."

"So what's your first question Dollface? What do you want know so badly about the Joker?"

"Well what was your home life like when you were little?" I figured that probably played an important role in his road to becoming a criminal.

"Well, when I was little, my father used to beat me up pretty badly. When I got out of line, BAM! Or sometimes I'd be sitting there doing nothing, POW!" He punched the air. "Pops tended to favor the grape you see."

I was horrified but didn't want him to stop since he was trusting me with the knowledge of his sadness and pain as a child.

"The first time I ever saw pops really happy, he took me to the circus when I was seven. I still remember the clowns running around, dropping their pants" He laughed and stood up, "My old man laughed so hard, I thought he'd bust a gut! So the very next night I ran up to him with his best Sunday pants around my ankles. I took a big pratfall. I tore the crotch right out his pants!"

We shared a laugh as tears came to my eyes.

"And then he broke my nose."

I gasped. "How awful! You were just a child!"

"Yes well I'm just glad I have someone I can trust to talk to. None of the other doctors I've had make me feel the way you make me feel Harley Quinn."

I liked the sound of that nickname but didn't want to be unprofessional. "Harley? It has a nice ring to it, but you shouldn't be giving me nicknames Mr. J. You're my patient."

He crouched down and gently tilted my chin towards him. "But I just feel like I can trust you with my secrets. Besides, you call me Mr. J, don't you want a special nickname just between us?"

"Well that you be nice... But I just don't kn-"

He cut me off. "Good, I'm glad you like it Harley."

I bit my lip. I really did like the name. Plus I was really glad Mr. J felt he could trust me. "Thank you for the nickname Mr. J. And thank you for trusting me."

"Oh no Harley, thank you for listening and wanting to help me. I feel like you really care."

I smiled. "I do Mista J, I really do."

After the session was over, I walked out and said goodbye to the guard, already forgetting his name and paying him no mind. As I walked down to my office, my thoughts were only on Mista J and how he trusted me. I thought about how he made my heart flutter when he laughed, and how I blushed when he was close.

"Oh Mista J, you're a dream."