A mess. Everywhere Harley looked was a mess.

She remembered getting back to her place, taking a shower and then everything becomes a blur of screaming, throwing and breaking things on her way.

She was still naked, sitting on the edge of the bed and looking at the broken glass at her feet. The events of the previous day were playing clearly on her mind and she felt a new set of tears gracing her eyes.

She had loved it and she shouldn't have loved it. It was so wrong, disgusting even, but she felt her thighs clenched and heat making its way to her face at the memory anyway. If somebody find out about what happened on that session she could become a patient herself. Maybe that was the joke he was talking about. The doctor becoming the patient, a real turn of tables. Hilarious.

Harley raised and turned her head just to find her reflection on a mirror staring back at her. She looked so tired and so pathetic. There were black bags underneath her eyes, her eyes were red and puffy from all the crying and she looked just plain miserable. She felt miserable and she couldn't really remember when was the last time that she felt genuinely happy.

A ringing sound pulled her out of her thoughts and she sighed. She knew exactly who was calling her. After all, he had been calling her all morning. But Harley couldn't bring herself to care enough to answer the phone. She felt herself slipping away, just like she had felt years ago, when her parents' accident had just happened.

Maybe I should do the same thing I did back then, she though. She had changed every plan she had on mind back then. Her profession, her location and everything that resemble her younger self. She could drop from Joker's case and ask for another patient, as much as she didn't want to, it was the smartest choice. The sanest option. And, if things got extreme, she could always find job in another place. After all, quitting was better than getting fired.

When she felt more tears rolling down her cheeks she let out a groan and, out of nowhere, started to slap herself. It became too much to handle. Everything that was happening with her and a strange feeling that creeped out of her mind telling her that it was nothing compare to what was about to happen.

Another noise pulled her out of it, and this time she stood up, put on her slippers and went to the bathroom to get ready for work.

As she was putting on her make-up, she started to plan everything in her head. She would not have her session with the Joker that day, instead, she would finish the paperwork from the days she was absent, she needed to read all of Dr. Arkham's notes from those days, and she would deliver the complete folder of Joker's case to Dr. Hamill and ask him for a new patient.

Suddenly, she stopped. The idea of not seeing him seemed to make her feel even more numb and miserable. She shook her head at herself. It had to be done. She would never have to talk, deal or be in the same room as him. And, as she started to brush her hair, she heard a voice on the back of her mind yelling, more like begging, at her to not do it.

The moment she was done getting ready, her phone rang again. This time, she answered.

"Hello, Bruce. What a surprise," she said sarcastically while holding her phone between her head and shoulder to open the door.

"Harley, please, I have to ask you something really important. I need you to be serious," he said.

Holding back an eye roll, she responded, "Fine. What do you want to ask?"

She heard him sighed on the other side of the line, "I know that you don't like when I ask about your patients, but I need to know if Joker has tried-"

At the mention of her soon-to-be ex-patient, she swallowed the knot on her throat and said, "If that's what you're worried about...don't be."

"…What do you mean by that?"

Finally locking her door, she took the cellphone back in her hand and responded, "After today I will no longer be Joker's doctor. You were right about me not being capable of doing it...everybody was right," she felt tears making their way to her eyes but she refused to let them go.

"Harley, I understand if you feel…disappointed, but I really think that you're making a very wise decision."

She cringed, she didn't wanted to hear his lecture. "Listen, I appreciate the pep talk, but I have to get to work. Goodbye, Bruce."

She didn't even waited for his response. She had a lot to do that day, and it had to be done quick, before she changed her mind.

If there was any place more depressing than the cells of Arkham asylum, it would have to be the Rec Room of the asylum. It was full of the remains of what society referred to as 'decent people' and the sounds that filled the room were screams, cries and delusional laughter.

And that was where Joker was sent to after the guards were notified that his session was cancelled.

"I'm morally outraged," said the Joker as he scanned the room in distaste. The room was filled with a mixed of regular patients and the 'dangerous ones'. Just put me in the same place as the newbies, seriously, no respect for my achievements, he thought.

He walked over to the corner and sat there, trying to get comfortable which seemed impossible thanks to the straightjacket the guards had put on him. He could easily have taken that off, but the room was full of more guards and security cameras and with the escape just around the corner, keeping the straightjacket was a low price to pay.

As he sat there looking at all the sad bastards in the place, he started thinking about what had happened the day before. The fact that his doctor had cancelled their session of the day didn't surprise him. He knew that by now her poor mind was either at one extreme or on the other. And depending on which extreme she was on, he would have to join the fun.

And that was when a frown made its way to his face. He needed to think about a way, a fun way, to make things go his way. The right way.

Suddenly, someone bumped into him. Growling out of annoyance he threw the person off himself and it fell to the floor. He stood up to give the person a remainder of who he was, but stopped when he recognized the person's face.

It wasn't anybody important, relevant even, just some random patient he had seen before, but he hadn't seen him quite like this. He remembered seeing him as a normal crazy person, with depression or something along those lines. But the person in front of him was shaking, giggling to himself and it was obvious that feeding him wasn't a priority.

They really fucked him up.

He walked over to a guard, that visible tensed up, and asked, "What's he on and can I have some?"

Still chuckling at his own joke, he heard the guard responded, "It's called ECT, and yes, you can have some. Now, get back to your corner."

Glaring at the guard, he said, "Everybody is a comedian nowadays." But still did what he was told.

ECT, huh? That sounded…hilarious, he thought as laughter filled the room. His laughter.

It had all seemed so simple in her mind. Get the notes ready, finish the files and get them to Dr. Hamill. But that wasn't the case.

A little after she started reading the notes from the days she was absent she noticed something odd. There were missing dates, observations, medication names. It was a big blank space that it was supposed to be filled.

Curiosity took over and she decided to go through all of the files from her previous patients. And what she found wasn't pleasant. The same blank spaces in all of the notes. All except the ones from Mr. Sanders.

"Hi, can you please send Mr. Sanders to my office. It´s urgent," she said to one of the main guards over the phone.

When he started telling her about how she couldn't have him on her office since she wasn't no longer her doctor, she said, "Fine. Take him to whatever room is free. But make it quick, its urgent to get him an examination."

She should have really thought that one through as 'whatever room its free' turned out to be the 'Back Room' as the staff from the asylum referred to a room full of old equipment, new equipment and other leftovers.

"Doc, if you want to wait a little longer I'm sure some room may get empty," said the guard who was in charge of Mr. Sanders.

"N-no, this is fine. It's going to be quick anyway, so…" she turned to look at him and he got the hint, leaving her alone with the patient.

A gasp left her lips when she saw Mr. Sanders glaring at her from the place where he was sitting. He looked the same. Bald, kind of creepy and anxious.

"Hello, Mr. Sanders. How have you been doing?" she cringed at her own greeting.

"How do you think?"

With a sigh she walked over to him and said, "I know that I'm not your favorite person in the world but I need you to tell me something from the time I was your doctor."

"I find it hard to remember things, as you may well know."

An expression of confusion took over her face, and she said, "I'm afraid I don't know what you're talking about-"

"You know what you did to me!"

She flinched at his scream and replied, "I tried to help you-" but was interrupted, again.

"Bullshit! You drugged me and treated me like an animal!"

The confused expression didn't leave her face. Really. It had all seemed so simple in her mind.

It all looked like a slow motion sequence. From Larry lighting up his cigarette to David asking if they had heard it too.

Walden felt the air go from chilly to dead cold in a second, and his brain could barely register when his colleagues started to yell.

An explosion was heard and it all returned to normal speed when a door flew across the hall.

The screams from people and other sounds started to fade as he looked at a head peeking out from the place where the door used to be. The head from a costume of a goat.

Guns were being fired and the sound of bodies falling to the ground was what made him realized two things. One, the escape of the Joker was happening right before his eyes, and two, he was not a part of it and therefore he wouldn't make it.

"You must be Walden," someone said and he turned around to face Jonny Frost.

"T-that's me," two other men stood beside Joker's right hand man. They were carrying guns and wearing the same mask in white and black.

"The boss wanted you to know that your, uh, assistance is no longer require," he said. And the other two men pointed their guns at him.

"I guess begging won't make a difference," he whispered.

"To the boss? It may make him laugh, but it won't change his mind," Frost said.

Walden shut his eyes, and the last thing that went through his mind were his grandmother's words.

His body fell to the floor and Jonny stood there watching the hall, of whatever was left of it, covered in debris, bodies and blood.

One of the minions, the one with a baby mask, came over and said, "The other guys are taking over the rest of this dump, what now?"

"We have to go to, uh, how did the guy told you that it was called?"

"…'The Back Room'?"

"Exactly. We have to go there, and someone go tell the boss where is this room. But the rest of you come with me, we don't know how cooperative is going to be the doctor." And with that said, he and the rest of the Joker's minions headed to the back of the asylum.

I'm not even going to try to explain it here (I'll do it after the reviews) so...to the reviews!

MelodyDaughterOfHecate: Thanks for reading it :D

lala3366: No need to apologize, dear. School can be quite handful. I hope you're enjoying college (and obviously getting some well-deserved free time) :-)! Thank you so much! Hope you enjoyed the new chapter :D

LovetheKlaroline: He sure is! I'm pretty sure Joker knows what's going to happen more than I do XD

ZileRacer:Thanks! :)

Angelcataanna: He didn't took Harley with him :( but don't worry, she'll come to him ;)

kamila3x3: Thanks so much! :D

RoyalFlushGang: Thank you so much! Yeah Harley went for it all the way and I totally agreed with you- Joker is the hottest pasty fictional man around. I didn't know it was the anniversary! That's so cool! It is definitely one of my favorite Joker quotes so I had to get it in there somehow 'cuz let's be trendy #ILoveMeSomeEasterEggs&References. I laughed out loud at what you wrote because it was about time the two of them got some loving, and because I was actually going to write it for chapter 10 but then was like 'Nope, they need it now'. Also, Harley is, at this point and how I picture it, like when everything goes really quiet and any little sound can make a huge difference. Again, thanks so much and I hope you enjoyed this chapter! :D

hyemi20:Gracias! :-D

VKLOREO23:Thanks! I'm so sorry about the smut situation, I was planning on it but I don't think I'm quite there yet (it would've probably come out like 'Holy cow! He's naked', and nobody wants that, lol.) Anyway, so glad you enjoyed it and I hope you enjoyed this one too! :D

Guest: Here! :P Sorry about the really late update.

LeahMfkn'Clearwater: Thank you! I'm glad you liked it. References from other interpretations of them are sweet! and yes, Bats can be a party pooper :P

As for chapter 9, they did had sex but I didn't wrote it detailedly because I just feel like it would be more laughable than erotic.

Cricket: Thank you so, so much! I love me some references ;). I really appreciate the support, and I'm sorry for not updating fast.

So the explaining, I have been drowning on school work and I know it sound so simple but I kinda really need good grades and it has been a priority for the past few months. Also, I had planned to finish this story before SS premiered (Sad, I know) and after it did it kinda made me feel...sad? disappointed at myself? for not being able to do that. And after seeing the movie I didn't know if I should change the story (or what I had planned for it to happened) or leaving it (just worry if you guys wanted something closer to the actual movie), it all mixed and it left me in the middle of nowhere. But now I decided to continued with my initial idea(with some references from the movie, why of course!) and see what happens. I really hope you guys enjoy it!

A big thank you to anyone who has read/ fav/ followed /reviewed and waited for me to update this story. You guys are so supportive, patient, sweet and amazing!

Thanks, again!

Buh Bye.