A/N: I know it has been a while, but I have been busy. Life called me away. Then when I tried to pick my self up again and write it didn't come easy at first. So forgive me please, this chapter is a little rough. I switch POV a couple times, because it felt right in those spots.

So, during this break in writing I also watched all of "My So Called Life" which is Jared Leto's first acting gig, he's so young! And it's so 90's! If you are an 80/ 90's kid that will bring back memories easily. I am definitely in love with Jared Leto, he is so gorgeous and seems so cool. I follow his Instagram.

CH. 11 The Results

The Joker was so anxious he stayed up all night, calling the key people involved with his plan and getting reassurance about it. When there were no more people to call then he rearranged his guns, knives and candles in his room. Then carved designs into his walls of hell, torturing Batman and of his precious doctor's face. He even checked the cameras in her apartment, she was sleeping soundly. Having no idea of the change in Gotham he was about to create.

The next day the plan worked out quite well right until the very end. The Joker used a bank robbery to attract Robin, then captured him with a giant cage, and took him to a hidden location. Directly afterward he left a clue for Batman to follow at the scene of the robbery that would lead him towards the docks.

There he had created an elaborate maze with shipping containers and played cat and mouse with Batman, watching him from a crane's operator box high above the masked vigilante's head. He laughed and taunted Batman, using fake Robin dummies to fool him. The last one had a recording of Robin's voice that was yelling for help.

He hadn't figured on Batman finding him and getting to him. Which was the only hiccup in the Joker's amazing plan. Batman was able to use his tools to get up to where the Joker was hiding. He hadn't counted on it so quickly.

That damn grappling hook Batman has on his tool belt is so fucking useful.

When Batman swung up and into the operator's box with the Joker, he was trapped in a box and couldn't pop out. The Dark Knight proceeded to beat his face in until the Joker gave up Robin's location. Eventually the Joker did give in and told him just to save some damage to his face before he passed out. He knew it was too late to save Robin anyway.

"I have already won B-man!" He laughed as the shadowy hero jumped from the box and began to repel down to the ground. Desperate to save his young protege.

The Joker laid back on the floor of the box and waited. Letting the massive amounts of pain surge through his face into the rest of his body. He had pressed his "assistance" button the minute that Batman's grappling hook secured onto the outside of the operator's box. They would be there in minutes to pick him up and he could revel in his triumph and pain until they got him to his personal physician.

He didn't mind a beating so much, because he would be healed in a manner of months, but Batman will endure the pain of loss for decades to come. A major victory for him today that would outlast his own generation of the Joker name. He knew this because Batman was the type who formed deep emotional connections and viewed events in symbolic ways. Batman held a life in a priceless perspective, and today he has failed at saving one of his most precious souls. It was utterly naive think that he could save everyone, stop death.

Sirens wailed in the distance and approached quickly.

The Joker felt his consciousness slipping away, and the little he could see out of his eyes went black and he faded away.

When the police found him, even with his pulverized face they could tell he was smiling. They knew then, it was going to be a dark day in Gotham.

(Harleen 1st POV)

I was sitting in my office when I heard an orderly's radio crackle in the hall outside. The volume was up and the voice speaking through the radio echoed down the hall. "Thompson!, Thompson, incoming patient, taking 'im to emergency, bleeding like hell!" The orderly was running down the hall in his heavy boots, almost around the corner before he answered. "On'm way!" Minutes later I heard others running towards the emergency wing.

Yes, I was curious. So I slowly crept out of my office and walked towards emergency, casually. When I got to the main entrance there were a couple people loitering around already, I now became a part of a group. A guy named Jonathan looked over at me, he was a patient who managed to get himself loose in the halls pretty often. I was used to seeing him in random places. He didn't try to escape, I think he just likes to test his freedom. "Oh! Ms. Harley, your boyfriend's back, or like, half of him!" He grinned at me. There were rumors I was dating all sorts of people, so I didn't assume he meant my gorgeous runaway patient.

I rolled my eyes. "Sure, Jonathon, I'm going in, don't try to follow." I put my fingers up to my eyes and made the sign that I was watching him. I put my badge up to the door way and a little light turned green and I went through the doors. After stepping into a busy hallway I turned around to make sure Jonathon and no one else went through with me, watching the doors close. I turned back to the busy-ness behind me and moved quietly towards the direction of focus. I finally got to the room, before I could go in someone caught my arm.

It was Jed. "Dr. Harleen, how do you know already? We just got him in here less than a minute ago!"

I frowned at him and shook my head. "Who is it?" I had gotten a hint, but I wasn't a hundred percent sure.

He blinked at me like I was stupid.

I rolled my eyes again, and gave him an impatient look. It was really loud. So I used facial expression instead of yelling at him. He gave me an exasperated look and just told me, "He's back! The Joker is back!"

About five people turned to glare at Jed.

I nodded and pushed past a nurse to get into the room where he was. There were about four doctors who were simultaneously working on different areas of his body even before surgery. One by his head, leg, arm, ribs. He had on a lavender long sleeve collared shirt and matching lavender slacks with dark green pinstripe. I am sure the outfit would look better on him not stained with blood, dirt and grease marks, his shirt was half ripped off already. His pale skin looked sickly smeared with blood and an awful panicky feeling crawled down my spine.

Not like the nice one I had been having, no, this one felt like a slimey monster with claws ripping apart my insides. The fear for him, he looked so gone already, so broken. I knew there had to be only one person who could have done this.

Batman. He must have fought with the Joker and caught him this time. I remembered all the times I had cheered him on when the news said he had caught some new bad guy. Suddenly that feeling turned right around to revulsion, and guilt that I had enjoyed the thought of Batman beating anyone this bad. I hated him for it. Hated myself for buying into the storyline and the media.

Does a good person beat the shit out of someone that badly? The Joker's face was just meat and bone and swelling lumps, I couldn't see his eyes. His beautiful blue eyes, weren't even able to be seen through his swollen face. When a hand moved out of the way I could see his teeth, red with blood, cracked and broken and fucked.

A doctor began using surgical scissors to removed his clothes, beginning with around his chest. The cloth made weird noises as the blood soaked parts were peeled away from his skin.

I backed out of the room before I could see anymore of him. I rushed out of emergency and back to my office. There were tears on my cheeks. I started imagining the pain of the beating he had, started wishing I had gone with him and shot Batman in the back. From far away.

I ran back to my office wishing I had never gone in to see. Slammed into my little roller chair and slumped on my desk crying. I sat for while using dozens of tissues and looking up coping mechanisms for hospital tragedies. Because, I am a psychiatrist and a college graduate and when we don't understand something, we research. It's soothing.

Now that I had calmed down emotionally, I felt physically restless. I couldn't bare to go back to the emergency room and decided to just call. It rang, "Hello emergency, what do you need?" I could hear beeping in the background. The woman's voice was rushed and not too professional. "I wanted to know how our new patient is doing?"

A moment of silence, "Oh! Doctor Quinnzel, yeah, he's in surgery. Lots of broken bones but... no organs pierced or anything. He needs a lot of work on his face. Doctor, he will be in a long long recovery... if he makes it through all the surgeries."

My heart dropped. Even though she had given me some good news, it was also very daunting. He would need months and even years of recovery.

"Oh."

"You won't be able to see him for a few days okay?"

"Ummm... Okay."

A siren went off behind the phone and I could hear a rustling noise. "I gotta go Doctor." And she hung up without waiting for my answer.

I sighed, my heart feeling heavy and tight with anxiety.

I picked up my stuff and left. Stopping at the gym on my way home and worked out for two hours before my grumbling tummy forced me to leave. I sat on my couch and ordered chinese food while I had a bowl of ice cream while I waited.

I put my TV on silent when I heard my doorbell ring and I quickly and quietly went into my room and grabbed my blue gun. I looked through my little peephole to see who it was. It looked like my regular delivery boy, Li.

I put the safety on and shoved the gun in the back of my pants. Then opened the door to Li, it really was him. He seemed nervous and swayed from foot to foot. "Hey." I said a little coldly.

He jumped like I startled him, "Oh Miss Harley, I have your food!" His volume increased and he kind of yelled at me. Shoving his hand forward with the styrofoam dishes in a plastic bag towards me.

A feeling came to me that he was hiding something and I shouldn't trust him. He was only a kid but I had a bad feeling about his nervousness, and darting eyes. I saw his eyes look back down the hall three times now. I poked my head out and looked down the hall. A very skinny tall guy was waiting down at the end staring at us. He frowned when he spotted my face. Began to walk towards us.

"Oh my god! I am so sorry Miss Harley! They have guns I don't know what to do!"

I inhaled deeply, leaned back into my doorway and took Li's shirt in my left first and yanked him into my apartment and stepped out the doorway and pulled my gun with my right hand in one swift motion.

"Get the fuck out of here! Who ever you are I don't care! Just leave!."

The man was halfway down the hall like a strange cartoon coming towards me with giant feet and easily near seven feet tall. He looked deformed in a way from how stretched out his bones seemed. His eyes were black pits when he spoke he had a whiney venomous tone. "I won't forget! What you did to Bob you bitch! Can't watch your back forever. I will keep hunting you no matter where you go." He stared at me with a sour face.

My eyes zeroed in on him, the anger changing my own face while I processed his threat.

"You ain't giving me a reason not'tuh shoot your ass right now!" The Brooklyn was spilling out of me again.

"You are just some dumb bitch! You couldn't make a good shot even if the gun aimed itself!"

I took another step towards him and aimed my gun with both hands, and a solid stance. I began to take a few deep breathes, preparing to shoot if he moved. I aimed at his left shoulder, so it could hit a wall with no one's apartment behind it.

(3rd POV)

"I dare yuh!" He said to her looking amused

Harleen looked dead into his eyes, smiled slowly, then pulled the trigger. His body took the hit and he fell right over backwards with a painful shriek. Totally losing his dignity as he whimpered and cursed at her. Shocked she actually shot him.

Harleen ducked back into her apartment and grabbed her keys, purse, some snacks and an overnight bag. Also, she pulled Li along by his arm and out with her into the hall. She locked her place up and turned away, pushing Li in front of her. "Okay kid, just run past 'um. I'm gettin' outa here. Thanks for the food, God bless yuh." Then shoved the money she owed plus tip into his back pocket and smacked his ass to go.

He ran, hopped over the guy and down the stairs. She left quietly and put her stuff into her car and drove back to Arkham. It was the last place she wanted to be that day, but the only place she had to go. She used the facilities wash up and used her computer to watch a movie or two and then bunked down for the night on the couch in the staff lounge. There was a skeleton crew late at night and they didn't use the place much.

When she woke up the next morning she had a fierce crick in her neck and the Joker on her mind. She needed to see him now.

Harleen got up from the coach and went and changed her clothes, put on a little make up and did her hair to make herself presentable. Even though she knew the likelihood of him being coherent was slim, only hours after intensive surgery. It was also still very early in the morning when she walked down the halls towards I.C.U. which was the same room as emergency too. Arkham didn't have a huge medical ward since it mostly took care of physically healthy people. It was a main disaster relief choice though, because they were fully stocked, just small. Most of the time the surgery room was only used for births and stabbings from the patients. Very rarely did anyone show up here with as much damage as the Joker has been inflicted with. The surgeries he will need will have to be done by only two members on staff who were capable at the operating table. Harleen thought about the damage to his teeth, wondering if he would need partial dentures. Arkham would have to call in a dentist for his treatment which needed to be so extensive.

When she entered his room she was relieved to see the bandages all over of this face and body. The monitor kept his heartbeat audible with little beeps, which were a nice steady rhythm now since he was sleeping. She didn't feel any apprehension as she stepped up to his side and looked him over. At this moment she couldn't even recognize him, he looked so small and weak lying in the hospital bed, with an I.V. in his arm and little sensors stuck to his chest. Yet, it still managed to be peaceful. After a few minutes of looking him over she sat down in the only chair and pulled out her smart phone, checking emails and stuff.

- (1st POV)

Around 8 o'clock his physician finally came in to check on him. He was startled by me, not expecting someone to be by his bedside at all. "Oh!" He took a moment to regain control of his face and heart beat. A breath or two, "Ms. Quinnzel, I am surprised to see you here on a Saturday." I shrugged, "Doctor, Doctor Quinnzel. And I well... I didn't get to see my patient yesterday on his assigned day, and since he is back in Arkham now, I thought I should visit him."

The doctor nodded and came inside the room more, feeling more comfortable with my presence. He checked the monitors and the clipboard of his overnight notes. Nodding a lot. He turned back to me after a couple minutes of his inspection. "Well, doctor, he is going to need some extensive work done but he will live, that's certain." I smiled, relief washing through my chest like pouring water over a muddy window. It felt nice to have some light shine through me.

"He will need some work done on his face and teeth, I already called Doctor Wiggith who said he would come by today as it's definitely a dental emergency." I nodded. He kept talking, "It's going to take some time for him to recover, at the very least three or four months. He has a broken femur and two ribs, then all that damage to his face.

I felt sad again, I was so heart broken that his gorgeous face might not come back to its former glory. Maybe he would be permanently disfigured? How was he going to handle seeing that in the mirror everyday?

The doctor sat next to me on top of the medical waste bin. He was staring at the wall and thinking while he spoke quietly to me. "I ran tests you know, trying to figure out his condition. I did them late last night while no one was around, it's off the books you know? I just wanted to know why, why his skin and hair are like that?" He looked at me quite seriously, deep eye contact. He ran his fingers through his short dark hair, messing it up.

"I did find some inorganic chemical in his skin and hair, and blood. I think that's what causing the strange coloring, but I don't know. There is no record of this chemical in my databases, the closest thing that came up is synthetic antidepressants." He looked back down at his hands and shook his head. "His hospital file is brand new, there is no record of vaccinations, age, birth record. I have no idea who he really is, this medical record is brand new. Which is ridiculous, he has been in this hospital before."

He looked back to me and saw the interested look on my face, I spoke up, "I know, the files that were given to me were just back dated police reports. I didn't get any Psych. Evals or medical either. Even though the police have detailed reports of him being incarcerated here before and escape attempts. It seems like someone wanted to keep me bogged down for months with outdated information."

The doctor was nodding, it seems he has put some thought into the Joker issue too.

It was so relieving to talk about it, I kept going, "From what I read in the police reports, the Joker of the same description has been terrorizing Gotham for about 75 years! There is no way that he can be that old!"

The doctor shook his head again, "No, no, he is definitely under forty. I'd say about thirty five." I nodded, agreeing with him. He looked at me again and smiled, I stood up from my chair and he rose too . "I am happy I got to talk to someone about this, and I have full clarity with you Doctor Quinnzel since you are his psychiatrist." I nodded and shook his hand. There was an awkward moment, that he remedied. "Oh yes, I am Doctor Feller." I smiled met his light brown eyes, their amber color reminding me of a puppy dog I couldn't have when I was a child. I moved towards the door and said goodbye to him and walked out of the medical ward and back to my office where I grabbed my purse and put my phone on the charger. The weight of my gun in my purse felt good and solid by my side.

I needed food now so I went to the employee lounge to see what they had. I bought a cheap tuna sandwich from the cold vending machine, I was sure it would taste like shit, but it was easier than driving out somewhere. I just couldn't leave yet though, I wanted to go see him again. But I needed to stretch and move around abit. So I walked around the outside of the buildings while I ate, watching the activities that had been planned for the weekend, like visitations, and painting class. As I came around the main building to the garden area I heard my name, "Doctor Harley! Doctor Harley!" I turned to see my patient Henry walking towards me with his brother and a little girl. He came over and gave me a hug, "Oh, Doctor Harley, thank you for calling my brother, he is here to visit today and we are planning my overnight at his house!" He told me excitedly. He was using bigger words than he typically did, more like a nine or ten year old today. I hadn't ever seen him like this, he was focused. I couldn't help but smile, even if he was just having a moment of clarity it meant he was having more positive moments.

He slipped his hand into mine and stepped back to grab his little niece's hand too. She smiled up at him brightly. "I can't wait to play tea party with you Henry!" Behind Henry's back I saw Henry's brother nod to his daughter that she did right. Not calling him uncle, that was a trigger word for Henry. He was fine being just Henry. The four of us walked into the gardens and talked about the upcoming visit next weekend.

My mind kept going back to my poor Joker in the hospital bed with a cast on, and a wrapped up face. He wouldn't be able to come out for sunshine and a walk for months. That would drive me crazy being in a stark hospital room for months, or in jail. I looked up at the window of his old room.

Was I any different than these people that we keep locked away? Everyone has their faults, and the human psyche is a very fragile thing. People move through their psychological problems as they age and mature and as their life changes. I glanced over at Henry talking to his brother for a moment. Who says that he couldn't become a productive member of his family someday? I was able to move on from the trauma and abuse of my childhood. I focused on changing my life through education, it helped me get by. Only now, am I feeling that my problems are coming to head in my life.

I shot a cop in the head and left him in the street like the garbage that corrupt bastard was.

I don't feel remorse, I am not shocked by my actions. I feel like I did the right thing in that moment. If the evidence ever came back to me and I got arrested, I could always plead self defense, I even have a witness if I could find him. But, as my psychological education goes, I am on the verge of being a psychopath. I even convince myself of this because the thought doesn't scare me or worry me in anyway. Which is just another sign.

That's how the world works then, the psychopaths lead the sheep. It made me giggle, the thought of treating people like sheep, which I kind of do as my job.

I walked back over to Henry and his family, said my goodbyes and left them in the garden. Going back to my patient's hospital room and sat down beside him in the chair. I read a book on my smart phone for awhile. Until my eyes started drooping, I was tired. Nearly asleep when I noticed his arm move.

His arm with no IV was waving at me, and his head was turned slightly towards me. I stood straight up and my heart began to pound, he was awake! I stood up so he could see me through his puffy bruised eyes. They were still shining blue, even if they also had some redness from broken capillaries. His eyes looked a little frantic to me, and his heart monitor let me know his heartbeat was rising with faster beeping.

"Hi!" I shouted a little, then took a breath and calmed down so I could think rationally. "Are you in pain?" He blinked and nodded his head fractionally. I leaned over and pressed the button for a nurse to come to him on the bed remote he had laying beside him. Only a moment later the front desk nurse came in, a different one from this morning. I didn't know her.

"Oh he's awake?" She sounded disapproving. "Yes." I replied shortly.

I was making deep eye contact, he didn't look at the nurse who had walked in, I wasn't sure if he could even see her anyways. I was just so relieved that he was awake that I couldn't focus on her. The nurse didn't care anyway though and she checked his monitors and his IV's and looked him over. She leaned over him, "How much pain are you in?"

His eyes ticked towards her for a split second then back to mine, he tried to roll them. I smiled, "Okay, blink once when I get to the right number, from one to ten and ten being the worst pain." I said it, even though I was pretty sure that the nurse was supposed to. I counted for him slowly, 1...2...3...4...5...6...7.." He blinked. The nurse nodded and turned his pain meds up a fraction, then let his IV do a faster drip. "Okay, that should hold you up for awhile, I am going to call the doctor. We didn't expect him to gain consciousness this soon." She walked out.

I stood over my patient. I was smiling because I was so happy that he was awake, that he would live, my heart was blooming with happiness. While I had my moment alone with him I leaned over and whispered in his ear. "I was worried about you Puddin." I stepped back again so he could see me with his limited eyesight. "I'm gonna make sure they take real good care of yuh, I will be by everyday to see yuh an' if yer good I will bring you something special." I winked at him, I know he enjoyed my Brooklyn accent. Which was ironic since most people in Gotham looked down on New Yorkers, and I had tried for so long to cover it up. The first guy that really likes me, also likes my accent. It's a crazy mixed up world we live in.

I wanted to leave before Dr. Feller came in, I wanted to salvage at least part of my Saturday for myself. So I grabbed my purse, bag and put my glasses on, and tied my hair into a ponytail. I turned back my Joker and gave him a wink and a shake of my finger at him. "Okay, no smiles for you mister!" Blew him a kiss and skipped out the door.