Harley numbly walked into the interrogation room, her feet betraying her and her brain shutting down. She caught the worried glances of her colleagues and the security guards outside the room and couldn't help but feel like it was a signal or perhaps a warning. Don't go in…
But she did.
The door finally opened and Joker lifted his head to see if his demand was granted. Oh and it definitely was. Sitting across from him was none other than Dr. Quinzel looking like a scared and nervous porcelain doll.
"Dr. Harleen Quinzel" was all he managed to say before he started laughing, but Harley was not having any of it again.
"Yes, it is Dr. Harleen Quinzel and you may address me as such" she had a job to do and a boss to prove and nothing, not even his attitude, was going to get in her way.
"But of course! You may address me as Joker" he said with a smirk. He was teasing her and she knew this wasn't going to be the only time he did that.
"Mr. Joker, you have to take this session seriously" she knew that everybody was on the other side of the wall watching and listening so she had to be careful to not bring up the party situation onto the conversation.
He stared at her for a moment, he hadn't seen her completely in this professional-doctor façade, he didn't like it, at least not as much as he had liked her fiery temper and sass at that party "I'd imagined you would be more fun, Doc"
"I'm not here to amuse you, I'm here to help you"
That brought a scowl on his face, that fucking line, the one that all the doctors have him and were stupid enough to think it would make him more cooperative. Maybe he had been wrong about her, maybe she was just like everyone else. Pity.
"I don't want nor need your help and if you really think that, then maybe that stereotype for the blonds is not mistaken" he growled out.
She could already see in her mind how her colleagues would tease her with that smartass line of his "I'm not asking if you want it or need it, I know you do and it's my job to provide it for you. So do us both a favor, answer the questions you're asked, don't waste our time with your stupid tantrums and take that straight jacket off your shoulders I know it's already off so don't try anything funny or it won't be funny" she hissed out.
Everyone on the interrogation room had their mouths wide open as they stared at the scene in front of them in disbelief. Nobody talked like that to the Joker and lived to see another day.
Just as the people in the other room, Joker has his jaw slightly slack as he stared at the person in front of him. That stupid bitch-he thought as he planned a way to kill her and get out of there in the meantime. Killing two birds with a crowbar...or was it bullet, whatever. As he was about to stand up and choke the shit out of her, he noticed something. It was so small, almost too small, but it was definitely there, a tiny spark in those blue eyes of her. Many people would interpret it as something completely different from what he interpreted it, but what he saw was potential. What for? He was going to find out.
"Alright, I'll bite. Ask away, Doc" if he wanted to find out he needed to be on her good side.
"E-excuse me?" it had to be a trap. He couldn't just change his mind like that.
"C'mon, first you get all demanding and now you wanna shy away to a corner. You big tease"
"Is this a trap?"
He had to laugh at her face; she was suspicious about his change of heart. Good, it means she isn't that dumb.
"Not at all, look!" he said as he shrugged off the straight jacket off his shoulders.
She stared at him trying to figure out what to do. Eh. Might as well take advantage of his good mood.
"Very well, Mr. Joker. Should we start now?" she said as she started the recorder in her coat pocket.
"I'm not doing your job for you, Doc" he chuckled.
Clearing her throat and then she started "Okay, I'll start. How old are you?"
"Old enough to know what a vinyl is and old enough to not know what a Netflix is and why everybody wants to chill with it"
Harley couldn't help to laugh at his answer, but then she remembered that her boss was watching and continued "Do you have any memories from the time before your accident?"
"I want another question"
She would have ignored his request, but didn't want to risk this opportunity and his rare cooperative mood.
"Okay. Why the name 'Joker'?"
"Why not?"
"Mr. Joker, please, just answer the question" Ugh. She couldn't go back to where they had started.
"I don't wanna, I'm bored" he whined.
"Well too bad!" she was really losing her patience. He he. This was fun-he thought.
"Let's talk about you, dollface" he said with a smirk on his face.
"Is Dr. Quinzel and we're not here to talk about me"
"Why not? I'm sure you're a darling girl"
She chose to ignore him and continued to asked the questions "From where do you get that dark sense of humor?"
"I mean you said you wanna help me," he ignored her questions and with a fake dreamy sigh continued ", what a gal"
"Is it more than just the madness you caused or do you have a message to go with it?"
"Really pretty too, got a boyfriend, right?"
"Why do you claim that Batman is the same as you?"
"Oh right! Bruce Wayne, right? I saw you two at the party. You can do better, sweets"
At the mention of Bruce and the party, she stopped asking him questions.
"I think that's enough for the day" she said as she stopped the recorder.
"I haven't said that the session is over, Doc" his voice turning quiet and dark.
She stood up and he did the same.
"You don't get to say when it starts or when it ends"
"Don't make me angry"
"Goodbye, Mr. Joker"
And with that he went up to her and tried to choke her, only to have her kicked him in the groin and punched him in the nose. The guards entered the room and held him down as they put him back in his restraints, but he didn't fight them, just stared at Harley, while the blood dripped from his nose to his chin.
She leaned down to his level and said "And here you thought I was just another bubble-headed, blonde bimbo! Well, the joke's on you. I'm not even a real blonde." she finished with a smirk on her face and walked out of the room.
A big smile made its way to his face as he watched her leave "Oh dollface, I'm sure we're gonna have so much fun together" he whispered and started laughing madly as the guards took him back to his cell.
"Harley?" she turned around to face the owner of the voice. It was the head of the whole asylum, Dr. Hamill.
"Yes, Dr. Hamill?"
"Come to my office" and with that she followed him to his office, where she was surprised to find Dr. Arkham in there.
"I'm so sorry about sending Dr. Quinzel in with Joker, but we were in an extremely dangerous situation" stammered Dr. Arkham.
"You're not here to talk about that" said Dr. Hamill.
"Then what is it?"
"Dr. Quinzel?"
"Yes?" she really didn't know what this was all about.
"Would you agree to take up the position of Mr. Joker's doctor?"
"What!? Dr. Hamill, she is not qualified for that position! He'll eat her alive!" yelled out Dr. Arkham.
"Dr. Arkham please behave or I'll have to ask you to leave my office" that shut him up.
Dr. Hamill turned to Harley and asked "I'm aware that this is not the kind of patient you normally treat, Dr. Quinzel. But, the patient responded to you and that is the biggest improve he has made in his residency here. Do you want the job?"
Harley went quiet and tasted the idea in her head. Being the Joker's doctor is a highly dangerous job, one that most likely is the death of you. She could stay with her patients in the ward C and don't have to worry about getting choke in one session. A part of her wanted that, or rather, knew that that was the right decision, the logical decision. But the other part wants the job. Knows that it was a once in a lifetime opportunity and her chance to prove her worth as a doctor. A good doctor. It wasn't unknown that Joker's case could make your entire career. Crazy decision. She turned and looked at Dr. Arkham's face. She would be taking the job from him and that just set it.
"Yes, I want the job" she felt happy about the decision, but as she was signing and getting the folders from her new patient, she swore she heard him laugh.
Later that day, Harley was eating dinner in her living room and watching some old reality TV show. The living room was her favorite place in her apartment; it was the biggest room in it as well. Blue walls and black furniture with a big leather couch in the middle and a fake fireplace in a corner.
After she finished and went to the kitchen to wash her plates a knock was heard and she went to answer the door. It was Bruce.
"Hi, Bruce!-" her friendly greeting was cut off by an obviously irritated Bruce.
"Are you out of your mind!?" he said as he walked into her apartment.
With a sigh, she turned to face him "No, I'm not. I'm a psychiatrist, I'd know." She said trying to light up the mood.
"This is not the time for jokes, Harleen"
"What is this all about, Bruce?"
"Tell me it's not true that you're Joker's new doctor"
She looked down at her feet as she replied "Actually, it is true. Dr. Hamill asked me and everything" she lifted her head and smiled at him, but found a disbelief expression meeting her.
"But, Harleen, you're not qualified for that. How can they be so irresponsible? How can you be so irresponsible? What about you other patients?"
"Slow down. First of all, I'm qualified, just had not have the opportunity to show it until now. I'm taking precautions and so is the staff. And I'm going to be helping, in some occasions, the doctors that now are treating my old patients."
The expression on Bruce's face changed to one of worry and he walked closer to her.
"He's so dangerous, Harleen. I'm worried that he may try something"
Harley narrowed her eyes at him and said "I've always had dangerous patients, why are you so worked out about this one?"
"I'm not a big fan of clowns" he growled.
She smirks at him, but then her face turns serious "I want to prove them that I'm good at this, especially to Dr. Arkham"
"It doesn't matter what he thinks"
"Yeah, you're right. What my boss thinks about my job doesn't matter" she answered him sarcastically.
"Come on, Harley, don't be like that. I just don't want anything bad happening to you, I don't want to lose another-"
Harley stares at him. She knows about his issues with the topic of losing people he cares about. His parents and her parents deaths were a strong part of their bond. He's scared about losing a friend and she understands the feeling.
She goes over to him and hugs him.
"Don't worry, Bruce. You won't lose me" she whispers and feels him hugging her tighter.
"I won't let it happen" he whispers back at her.
I'm so sorry this took so long. School has been crazy, but I have a few more weeks to go, then my intention is to update the shit out of this story.
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