"Alright Harleen, you can do this." I whispered to myself while adjusting my black pencil skirt so that It was just an inch higher than was appropriate for an office setting and unbuttoning the top button of my white shirt. I knocked on the door and held my breath mentally repeating the conversation that I had been planning for the last month. 'Progress with Pamela has improved greatly; she is really showing signs of returning to modern society with a few more months of treatment, and I really believe that I'm ready for a greater challenge'…yeah…that sounds good.

The door opened and revealed an older gentleman, withered by long hours and sleepless nights. His hair was stark white and cut close to his head, but not considered a buzz cut, his hollow blue eyes were rimmed with bags that were a deep purple and looked even deeper due to his pale skin. This man was as bland and monochromatic as they come. Everything about him just reminded me of the color grey. "Hello Dr. Quinzel, what can I help you with?" he asked with fake curiosity, obviously not wanted to be troubled by my problems.

I smiled softly at him "Call me Harleen, and Dr. Arkham I just wanted to run an idea by you if I could." He invited me in, and motioned me to sit on a thick leather chair. Carefully crossing my legs so that my skirt hitched a little higher I began my speech. "Dr. Arkham, as you know progress with Pamela is going so well! With some hard work, she might actually be able to achieve her certificate of sanity." I smiled at him and leaned forward, just so there was enough cleavage showing. His eyes briefly looked toward my chest and then back at my face. YES! I'm getting to him! I stood up and walked over to his desk, seating myself on the corner of it I continued. "I think I would like a greater challenge, someone who has given the good doctors here more trouble that they're worth." I smirked at him as visible signs of sweat began to bead on his, now blushing, face.

"Uhm…who do you have in mind Harleen?" he stammered, his voice thick with lust.

I moved closer to him and crossed my legs again, giving them a longer look that was accentuated by my shiny black heels. I put my finger to my red lips, "hmm…maybe someone like Edward Nigma, Jonathan Crane," I glanced down at him "the Joker perhaps? "

His eyes went wide as he stood up. "Absolutely not the Joker, Harleen I don't think you understand just how dangerous he is!" he glanced back at me. "The guy is a complete lunatic!"

I smiled up at him and pulled him by his tie so he was standing between my legs, placing my lips next to his ear I purred. "Please Dr. Arkham? I promise I won't let you down."

He swallowed and closed his eyes, probably hoping I couldn't see the bulge that was forming in his pants. "Harleen, I'd rather you work your way up to him….maybe start with Crane first or Nigma?" he looked at me begging me to understand.

I pouted and looked up at him while rubbing my leg against his thigh. "You don't think I can do it, do you?" I sighed "I understand…I'll just be going then." I pushed him back from me and hopped off his desk moving to leave the office, before I reached the door he sighed obviously frustrated, sexually and mentally.

"Harleen, I have faith that you can, it's just that he's dangerous." He sighed. "Start sessions with Mr. Nigma, and if he shows signs of improvement within the next month…you may start sessions with the Joker."

I smiled at him "Thank you Dr. Arkham, I won't let you down." And with a wink I shut the door to his office. Hearing the audible sigh from beyond the door I smiled satisfied with my work.

….later…..

My intercom buzzed to life "Dr. Quinzel we're escorting Mr. Nigma to your office."

Sighing before pressing the button I replied "Thank you Jerry, just send him in when you get here." I can't believe that I have to work with Edward Nigma first. This is fucking ridiculous.

After a few minutes of impatient waiting, a tall, lean built man with red hair was ushered through my door. His hair was almost the color of fire; his eyes had a hit of playfulness to them, but obvious intelligence. On the left side of his face, there was a faint scar in the form of a question mark. Before speaking to him I scribbled notes into my notebook questioning his obsessive nature. Looking back up at him he offered me a smile causing the scarred cheek to bunch up around his eye. I returned the smile before addressing him. "Hello Mr. Nigma, my name is Dr. Harleen Quinzel."

"Hello Doctor, it's a pleasure to have such lovely company. You don't see many beautiful psychiatrists around here anymore." He winked. Oh just fantastic, Dr. Arkham gave me a flirt.

I smiled and nodded thanks at his complement. "Tell me Mr. Nigma-"

"Edward." He interrupted me.

"Edward, then." I looked at him. "I wanted to talk to you about your obsession with riddles. Why choose riddles? Why not something like Jokes, or something along that nature?"

He grimaced "riddles are complex questions and they take planning and genuine thought to create, unlike jokes where everyone can see the punch line a mile away" his fist balled in anger "I thought you'd be smarter than that Dr. Quinzel, but obviously intelligence isn't what got you your degree…"

I raised my eyebrows at him "what exactly are you implying Mr. Nigma?" I questioned him, narrowing my eyes I was daring him to finish his statement. "It was a simple question to figure out who you were Mr. Nigma. I perceive you as a very intelligent man who was most likely neglected as a small child, therefore causing him to rely on riddles and crossword puzzles to be his only aid." I glared at him "so who was it Mr. Nigma? Drunken Mommy or disinterested Daddy?"

A look of shock washed over his features before his face darkened "Excuse me, Dr. Quinzel, for insulting your intelligence. I did not mean to cause offense. Obviously, you are a very good psychiatrist." He glared at me. I don't know how long we sat there in silence before he smiled at me. "Would you like to know how I killed my last victim?" there was a devilish gleam in his eye as he spoke. I nodded for him to continue. "Riddle me this Dr. Quinzel. I drink the blood of the Earth, and the trees fear my roar, yet a man may hold me in his hands….what am I?"

I ponder this for a moment. Trees fear my roar, yet a man may hold me in his hands. I glance back up at him and smile. "a chainsaw?"

He claps his hands and smiles at me "Very good Doctor! You are intelligent, tis a pity that most women can't have beauty and brains like you" he stares over my body with a lustful glare.

I pretend to check the time "Mr. Nigma, I believe this session has to come to an end. Thank you for today, we shall continue tomorrow." I press the red button under my desk and 2 guards come to my office.

"I have another riddle Doctor," Mr. Nigma smiled a dark, knowing smile. "Who is blonde, bubbly, and obviously needs a harsh reminder that sometimes dealing with clowns isn't always fun?" he winked, and with that, Edward Nigma was escorted out of my office.