"Dr. Quinzel."

"Please Joan call me Harley, everybody does."

"Have you completed the case work file evaluation?"

"Actually I haven't started it yet Joan."

"Might I ask why?"

"I need more time with the patient to completely input my eval of him."

"Of course Harleen, just be careful. He isn't afraid to show his inner demons." Leland left Harleen's office.

"That's what I'm counting on." Harleen grabbed her clipboard and walked down the hall in her blood red stilletoes to the elevator. She hit the button to level 2. It played that awful but somehow catchy tune that you'd nod your head to. Exiting the elevator she headed to the intensive care section of the facility. The area filled the most dangerous villains in Gotham's history. Each patient behind bulletproof glass just in case, (use your imagination). Most of them just ignored the presence of the doctors and orderlies. She walked to the bottom of the hall. As she stepped closer to the barred door his chuckles grew louder. They were cynical and filled the atmosphere with unease. A part of her knew where this could lead, him killing her in the act to escape. But she needed to see him. He knew something that she didn't and every time she see's him he grins at her with a leading gesture. He's teasing her and she would be lying if she said she didn't feel attached to play in his little game. Only way to find out what would come of this visit is to open the heavy metal door. Slipping her key card in the scanner the light went green and the thick steel bolts inside the door unlocked and pushed the door slightly open. The darkness evading the entrance was a little discouraging but questions need to be answered and he had the cheat sheet memorized in his head. Entering the cell gave a cold breeze across the doctor's face. The lights were off which didn't help the doctor keep a strong stance. Reaching the light switch, the room was instantly illuminated. He was simply standing in the back of the cell and facing the wall in darkness before. Not turning around he smiled from the presence of his favorite toy.

"Mister J." Harleen said firmly. He didn't respond to her, he chuckled. "It's me…" He held up his right index finger.

"Do you hear that?"

"No what?"

"You're alone."

"What no. What makes you say that?"

"No doctor has ever had the audacity to enter my cell while I'm not wearing restraints." She checked her file to see the cell specifications for the Joker.

"It says you must be on 24 hour restraints in fear of harming yourself and especially others." Turning her head up he was right in front of her. She nearly fell on the floor, she dropped her case file.

"Did I startle you?" He asked mockingly.

"Yes you did Mister J very so." Her heart was pounding from being so close to a mass murderer.

"I must apologize sweets, it wasn't my intent. However I'm happy I can make you're heart thump heavily." Gazing at her he couldn't help but break the semi-awkward silence. "Please let me." He bent down and pilled up the papers placing them in the folder. "Well well what's this?" He noticed a white sheet labeled: 'Patient Evaluation'. "Aww I'm disappointed Doc, I would have figured you would at least take me on a date before I show you the goods." She blushed from his words.

"Ugh Mister Jay I came down to learn more about you."

"Why?"

"To understand what makes someone like you tick."

"There's no one who's been able to dear."

"I can't believe that."

"Well when you look at this, what do you see?" He pointed to his face giving her a calm sincere smile that always in the future will make her putty in his hands.

"A man afraid, hiding behind his act he shows to the world but only allows himself to see what's really lurking inside. Something that if he ever let out for the world to see, he would feel weak and vulnerable. To show humanity when you've been looked at with none." Once she finished he grabbed her with ferocity.

"Interesting. It's definitely a different approach than what the previous quacks took. I'm sure you know what happened to them though hmmm?" He pressed her harder against the wall.

"Yes unfortunately. You've murdered most of your assigned doctors."

"Do you think you will be just another victim added to my personal list?"

"Frankly it doesn't matter really much, we all die a little each day."

"Wow sweets that got too depressing." Relieving pressure she got ahold of herself. "Ya know here at the facility if you're suffering from depression, we at Arkham can alleviate the troubles you are facing." He surprised her with a full kiss on the lips. Her eyes opened with his lips locking with her. She didn't exactly had the intention of making out with the most dangerous man in Gotham but hell what do you. Finally drawing away from the kiss he smiles from her exasperated face, "So what do you want to know?"

Hello everybody. Sorry for not writing as much as I could, school can keep one busy. Anyway I'm thinking of starting over with a fresh story featuring the crazy clown couple. I'm open for suggestions. I'm not entirely done but soon I will be writing a new tale with the clown prince and princess of crime. Thank you all for reading.