Harley Pov

I began to view the Joker's chains and shackles as cruel and inhumane. He was, after all, a human still no matter what wrongs he had done. He smiled sweetly as he was chained down and I frowned at the guards. After they left, my mood lightened a bit. "Hello, Joker." His face lit up. "Hiya, Quinn! Since we're on the subject of introductions and what not, is the name as pretty as the face?" He spoke with a devious purr and I felt myself flush. "Harleen. My name is H-Harleen." His gaze was so intent that I could practically see the gears in his head turning. "Harley. Quinn. Harlequin!" He doubled over in laughter. I'd been teased numerous times before. "The irony, Doc. Just the irony." He wiped an invisible tear from his eye.

"Let's get down to business. Lately, your attitude has seemed somewhat….benign." His lips twitched minutely and something flashed in his eyes. It unsettled me briefly but I continued. "You have before been diagnosed with bipolar disorder. What do you think of that?" I was worried that questioning his sanity might come off as questioning his intelligence but he was in an asylum. "Poppycock!" He smiled a bit but then his expression grew dark. "Pompous idiots. They think they can go around locking up anyone who doesn't subside into their false utopia."

"Say, Dr. Harley, do you like muffins?" He gazed up at me with childish innocence. The absurd question threw me off guard and my voice faltered as I replied. "Yes, I guess. I've never really thought about it too profoundly." He smiled. "That's great! I once had a friend who said that muffin's are just leper cupcakes. It's a shame about what happened to him, really." Remorse passed over his features and I jotted this down. "What happened to him, Joker?" He looked up pitifully. "Well, it was a while back so the details are a little fuzzy." He paused and I nodded that he should continue. "I cheated some mobsters from upstate and got in real deep, you know how easily these things happen. Well, I was king of the world then. Had hundreds of men that would live or die by my word." He smiled as he remembered his glory days.

"They knew that I was untouchable. So, the next logical thing to do was to go after my loved ones." Yes, that makes sense. "They caught a hold of him one night as he was walking home. They cut his entire left side off." He frowned. "I'm so sorry." I really was. This guy must have meant something to him. "Well, it's okay. He's all right now." He burst out laughing. I scribbled out the note of an emotional attachment from the past. "No, Doc. I saw that. I really was kind of fond of him. Went to his funeral, I did." He held his head proudly. "Is that so?" It was very heard to imagine the Joker mourning. "You bet! It pays to remember your social obligations. If you don't go to other people's funerals, they won't come to yours." He laughed at his own joke.

His voice was contagious and I found that we were chuckling in unison. "I like you, Doc. Usually they'd have me shot up for something like that. I mean, normal people usually don't laugh at funeral jokes." I blushed. Did he think I was crazy? "I enjoy that aspect of your personality. You are not your normal tightwad psychologist. You're my friend." His smile was so earnest and I was flattered. A breakthrough! This was something unheard of with the Joker. I smiled and waved as he was escorted away when the session was over.