Over the next few days, Harleen was put into meeting after meeting, learning what she could from Joker's previous doctors, lawyers, and the Major Crimes Unit from Gotham Police Department. For whatever reason, Commissioner Jim Gordon wasn't willing to talk to her, and neither was a man that she couldn't even fathom how to begin to locate, and that was the Batman. She wanted to know about his run-ins with the Joker so that she could find out about how Joker was when Batman interacted with him.

Even more than that, she had kept rather long phone conversations with her latest interest, Bruce Wayne. At first, it was very casual. She got home the night Joker attacked her, and had called him. An older sounding man had answered on the second ring, telling her that she had called Wayne Manor. She politely introduced herself and asked if Bruce was in, blushing when she realized she felt like she had in high school when she had called her crush. Then, she had blushed even harder, but didn't have time to lament on this one as she heard his voice on the phone.

"Hello, Dr. Quinzel. I'm so happy you called."

After that, they spent a few minutes talking, mainly just about their day and what they planned on doing the next day. It was very casual, very laid back, and it helped Harleen to clear her mind to get a fresh start and a fresh idea on what it was that she wanted to do about the Joker.

Of course, in a story such as this, one can't forget another key player. Rachel had been busy for the last few days too. The lawyer had been looking up ways to help Joker, discreetly pulling up a list of the known accomplices to Joker, and, more importantly, had been pulling up the original blueprints to Arkham. When she was asked why she wanted them, she said that it was going to be essential to the case against Joker if he ever broke out, and she wanted to be prepared. The logic was grounded enough, so she got her blueprints.

Finally, Rachel managed to get back to Arkham and schedule to meet with Joker once more. The secretary didn't even bother to question her reasons for being there. Rachel just signed in and then made her way to the room they would take him to. She was pretty sure the new District Attorney, Harvey Dent, wouldn't like how much time she was spending here, but... Unfortunately, he'd have to deal with it.

As Rachel sat down, the guards led the Joker into the room, his restraints much tighter than they had been before. Rachel wanted to ask, but could only do so much as the prosecuting attorney.

"You may leave now," she said, her voice tight and laced with anger. They made their way out of the room quickly. Rachel stood, walking slightly before pulling out the blueprints, placing them in front of the man. He looked at them for a moment, one eyebrow raised before his tongue came out, licking his lips.

"Yes, and?" he asked. She sat down, pulling the blueprints toward her and then putting them back in the folder.

"You already knew," she accused. He shrugged as well as he was capable, watching her with a slightly annoyed expression.

"Yes, I did," he stated, adding emphasis on the last d of 'did'. She looked down for a moment, thinking before facing him.

"I've been tracking down some of your accomplice-"

"They aren't, Counselor, accomplices," he snapped at her, eyes blazing. Rachel paused for a moment, watching him. "They were my... minions, if you will." A chilling, high-pitch laugh echoed from the room as Joker laughed at the word. A man like him, having accomplices?! Most of those guys couldn't open a door!

"Then your minions," Rachel said, watching him. "Most of them are jailed. I did manage to find two who weren't... They both have connections to the mob though. Are you sure you can trust them?" Joker sighed in mild frustration, rolling his eyes as he leaned forward as far as the restraints would let him.

"Lemme guess which ones you found," he sneered, watching her. "Claire and Alexandria LeSanj." At Rachel's surprised expression, he leaned back, rolling his eyes. "Yes, I trust them, as much as I possibly can. Why?" he asked.

"Because, both of them have charges pending trial. I could try to cut them a deal so that they could help get you out..." Once again, Rachel found herself interrupted. Joker's high-pitch, cruel laugh was what stopped her this time.

"Cut those two a break? They have been in the game since they were kids, Rachel," he sneered. Just the way he said it made shivers go down her spine, both pleasurable, and terrifying. She was addicted to the way he spoke to her... "They won't talk to you, let alone cut any deals."

"They'll talk to me if you tell them to."

Joker pinned her with a look that clearly questioned her intelligence.

"And how am I supposed to do that when I'm locked up in here?" Rachel willed herself not to blush, even as she felt the heat rising to her face.

"I... I haven't thought that far ahead," she admitted. He leaned back, glaring at her.

"Next time, you might want to try."

With that, he stopped talking to her, though he was clearly frustrated. Rachel packed up her things, sighing as she left the room. She closed the door behind her and looked at it for a moment, contemplating how it was she planned on getting the LeSanj sisters' help in freeing him. They were the only ones she could even think of that could possibly help.

Rachel turned around and nearly dropped her briefcase as she practically ran into a pretty blond woman. The woman in front of her wore a professional suit as well, though hers was a dark blue in color as opposed to Rachel's black. She had bright blue eyes behind designer black-framed glasses, and her blond hair was hanging in waves down her back.

"Oh, I'm sorry," Rachel said, watching the woman. She smiled back.

"As am I. I'm Dr. Harleen Quinzel. You just left from seeing my patient. May I ask why?" she said. Rachel immediately went on guard. Not only was this woman gorgeous, but she was competition for Joker's affection. She would probably get to see Joker more than Rachel...

"I'm Rachel Dawes, the Assistant District Attorney for the Joker's grand jury trial. Starting now, I want you to send me all of your reports on his mental state. Also, I want to start limiting the time you're allowed to spend with him each week." Rachel wasn't really that aware of how this would sound, but Harleen's eyes hardened.

"I'm sorry, Counselor, you said you were prosecuting Joker, right? I think that means that you cannot limit how much time I spend with my patient. Not only that, but I don't have to send you my reports or my findings without a judge saying I do. Even if the judge did grant your... useless wish, there's the whole doctor-patient confidentiality thing to try to get around. So, if you'll excuse me, I have a patient to talk to."

With that, Harleen moved by Rachel, hitting her shoulder rather hard as she shoved past and entered the room.

"I think angry looks really good on you, Harleen."

The voice greeted the doctor as soon as she entered the room and she turned blazing blue eyes on the man sitting in the chair. She noticed that his restraints had been doubled to make sure that he didn't launch at her again.

"I just had an interesting run in with the prosecuting attorney for you case," she said, watching him. Instead of answering, Joker looked at her for a minute.

"You remembered to wear your hair down, Harleen. That makes me happy."

Harleen realized talking about Rachel wasn't going to get her anywhere so she took a breath, sat down, and looked at him.

"Why's that?" she asked, watching him. He obviously wanted to keep the focus on her, so she could deal with that... she hoped.

"I also noticed you didn't try to correct me from calling you Harleen."

"Last time, you could have killed me."

"Would have. But I wanted your hair down first."

Harleen and Joker looked at each other for a long moment before Harleen noticed something.

"She left you frustrated," she stated. Joker didn't let anything show on his face, so she wasn't really sure if he was surprised at her assessment or not.

"And...?"

"And she tried to prevent me from seeing you..." Harleen trailed off, looking at the table in front of her thoughtfully. Joker spoke before she could bring her mind back to focus on the interview.

"You didn't bring your papers today. Was it not as important?" he asked.

"I didn't want to pick them all up again. I figured we would try it a different way today."

"Oh, Harleen. You won't learn, will you? What we do in these little... chats of yours are really what... I want to do. And I think it's time that I get some more rest. I am a growing boy after all."

He cackled, leaving Harleen with chills as she called in the guards to take him back to his cell. There was something about him that she wanted to get to the bottom of... But how could she do it...?

A/N: Sorry, ladies and gents. I know it's shorter, but the only thing I really wanted to do this time was just show the beginning tensions between Harleen and Rachel... Also, Harvey is in here... I realize that I've pretty much taken everything that Nolan did and threw it out the window, but... We'll see what happens. Harvey will probably come in next chapter. I'm not sure yet. Also, you'll find out about Claire and Alexandria soon too. They aren't going to have a huge part, so don't worry about that. Peace.