"Why do you stay with him?"
Dr. Leland looked intently at her patient. She had been arrested again and brought back to Arkham of obvious reasons. Harley Quinn wasn't sane.
Her bright blue eyes were wide in wonder. She tilted her blonde
head to the side.
"What?"
Dr. Leland repeated the question, "Why do you stay with the Joker?"
Harley's confused face broke out in one of her dazzling smiles.
"Cause I love him."
Leland gave an exasperated sigh. Every session... "You know that we do this to help you. We want you to get better."
Harley gave a laugh. "Better? Why I'm perfectly fine."
"Harley, do you remember what happened last Thursday?"
"I...I remember me and puddin' going to take out that big millionaire guy. What's his name? Ya know, the one who's supporting that space trip or whateva. Then the B-man showed up. I...I think...did the building collapse?"
"Thirty-four people were killed, Harley."
Leland saw a brief flash of grief in Harley's eyes, but the blonde pushed it away and kept on smiling.
"How do you feel about that?"
Harley shrugged. "Less than last time."
"Yes, I believe last time was over fifty, was it?"
Harley nodded quickly. Leland frowned.
"Have you seen him yet?"
Harley shook her head sadly. "He's locked up good this time. But sweet Dr. Crane told me not to worry."
Leland had a brief flash of Dr. Jonathan Crane a.k.a. The Scarecrow. He had taken a liking to young Harley immediately, as did most of the usual inmates. Harley was like the cute, peppy girl next door. She got along with everyone. As long as they didn't hold a grudge against the Joker.
"Hatter said that Puddin' was going through shock treatment again." Harley's eyes grew wide in fear. "Is it true?"
Leland saw Harley's worry and sighed. "Yes, he is. There's nothing to worry about, Harley. If anything it should help. But we aren't here to talk about him. We are talking about you." She paused for a moment, before leaning forward. "Why do you stay with him? He treats you horribly. He beats you, Harley. That isn't love. This is a very dangerous situation. You used to be an ambitious, smart psychoanalyst who had a bright future. Look what he's done to you. Now you're an abused, love sick murderer. You've gone from being the doctor to the patient. From being a psychoanalyst to being a psychopath."
Harley's smile faded, a bright fire behind her baby blue eyes. "But now I'm happy." She said in deathly serious tone. "Yes, he may hurt me, he may make me hurt others, but I'm with him. And that makes me happy. I love him."
"But he doesn't love you. He is incapable of l-"
Harley suddenly leapt to her feet, making Leland jump in fright. The nearby guard rushed in, ready for action, but Leland stopped him with a wave of her hand.
"No he's not!! You wouldn't know! I was his psychiatrist! I knew him better than any of you did. And I still do. You all treat him like some kinda animal. Well, he's a human! It ain't his fault that he looks or acts the way he does. But he tries to keep his pride while you doctors keep testing him, trying to find out what's wrong. There is nothing wrong." Harley's anger seemed to burn out. She sat down, tears falling down her cheeks. "He's perfect," she whispered to herself.
"Why do you love him Harley? Of all the men in the world, why him? You are a gorgeous, smart girl. You could have anyone. You know the things he does-why?"
Harley smiled to herself. "I know what he does is wrong. And I think that somewhere deep inside he knows that it's wrong too. He may laugh as he shoots someone down, but deep inside, he has a soul. A beautiful soul. I know he does. He's not as inhuman as you may think. Why do I love him?" Harley, with her bright eyes tearfilled, gave a big smile.
"Why not?"
Dr. Leland looked intently at her patient. She had been arrested again and brought back to Arkham of obvious reasons. Harley Quinn wasn't sane.
Her bright blue eyes were wide in wonder. She tilted her blonde
head to the side.
"What?"
Dr. Leland repeated the question, "Why do you stay with the Joker?"
Harley's confused face broke out in one of her dazzling smiles.
"Cause I love him."
Leland gave an exasperated sigh. Every session... "You know that we do this to help you. We want you to get better."
Harley gave a laugh. "Better? Why I'm perfectly fine."
"Harley, do you remember what happened last Thursday?"
"I...I remember me and puddin' going to take out that big millionaire guy. What's his name? Ya know, the one who's supporting that space trip or whateva. Then the B-man showed up. I...I think...did the building collapse?"
"Thirty-four people were killed, Harley."
Leland saw a brief flash of grief in Harley's eyes, but the blonde pushed it away and kept on smiling.
"How do you feel about that?"
Harley shrugged. "Less than last time."
"Yes, I believe last time was over fifty, was it?"
Harley nodded quickly. Leland frowned.
"Have you seen him yet?"
Harley shook her head sadly. "He's locked up good this time. But sweet Dr. Crane told me not to worry."
Leland had a brief flash of Dr. Jonathan Crane a.k.a. The Scarecrow. He had taken a liking to young Harley immediately, as did most of the usual inmates. Harley was like the cute, peppy girl next door. She got along with everyone. As long as they didn't hold a grudge against the Joker.
"Hatter said that Puddin' was going through shock treatment again." Harley's eyes grew wide in fear. "Is it true?"
Leland saw Harley's worry and sighed. "Yes, he is. There's nothing to worry about, Harley. If anything it should help. But we aren't here to talk about him. We are talking about you." She paused for a moment, before leaning forward. "Why do you stay with him? He treats you horribly. He beats you, Harley. That isn't love. This is a very dangerous situation. You used to be an ambitious, smart psychoanalyst who had a bright future. Look what he's done to you. Now you're an abused, love sick murderer. You've gone from being the doctor to the patient. From being a psychoanalyst to being a psychopath."
Harley's smile faded, a bright fire behind her baby blue eyes. "But now I'm happy." She said in deathly serious tone. "Yes, he may hurt me, he may make me hurt others, but I'm with him. And that makes me happy. I love him."
"But he doesn't love you. He is incapable of l-"
Harley suddenly leapt to her feet, making Leland jump in fright. The nearby guard rushed in, ready for action, but Leland stopped him with a wave of her hand.
"No he's not!! You wouldn't know! I was his psychiatrist! I knew him better than any of you did. And I still do. You all treat him like some kinda animal. Well, he's a human! It ain't his fault that he looks or acts the way he does. But he tries to keep his pride while you doctors keep testing him, trying to find out what's wrong. There is nothing wrong." Harley's anger seemed to burn out. She sat down, tears falling down her cheeks. "He's perfect," she whispered to herself.
"Why do you love him Harley? Of all the men in the world, why him? You are a gorgeous, smart girl. You could have anyone. You know the things he does-why?"
Harley smiled to herself. "I know what he does is wrong. And I think that somewhere deep inside he knows that it's wrong too. He may laugh as he shoots someone down, but deep inside, he has a soul. A beautiful soul. I know he does. He's not as inhuman as you may think. Why do I love him?" Harley, with her bright eyes tearfilled, gave a big smile.
"Why not?"