I am the type of person that loves hearing feedback from the readers and will often listen to their ideas and constructive criticism and take it to heart if it means making a story better. Most of this chapter actually was inspired by some Constructive criticism brought to me from Menatron the Angel of Ideas.

Menatron you stated you wasn't that into time jumps and asked for a flashback to show how Harley went from the innocent funny therapist from the first story to what she is now, you got it!

One year ago.

Harley couldn't believe she was doing this. Her mind wanted to tell her that the Joker was just trying to manipulate her, but she had to make sure. Joker claimed that Batman was the source of his madness. That he created him that night at Ace Chemicals, that he didn't even try to save him instead just letting him fall to his potential death. If what Joker said was indeed true then everything Harley believed of the bat people was a lie.

Dressing herself up as a reporter Harley went to Ace Chemicals to find out how the battle with the Batman really went down. Harley walked through the front door where a middle aged man greeted her at the front desk.

"How can I help you young lady?"

"I'm a reporter with the Gotham newspaper," Harley lied "I'm looking into a altercation between Batman and a guy who went buy the name the Red Hood."

"Ah yes, the man who later went on to become the Joker."

"I'm doing a piece on it and I want to make sure I get every detail straight do you have footage of the incident that night."

"We do save footage from our security camera's for security reasons. But That event happened nearly a decade ago, I'm not sure if we have footage heading that far back. I will go check though if you want?"

"Please, it is of very importance."

Harley was forced to wait in the front lobby as the man went to look through the old security footage. After a agonizing ten minute wait the man walked back up with small disk in his hand.

"Your in luck, we do indeed still have a copy. Hope it proves useful."

"It will prove very useful, thank you!" Harley said, shooting up from her seat, taking the disk and giving the man a big hug as she ran out. Time to get to the truth of the Batman.

Barbara and Sarah was staying up late in their pajamas watching some scary movie and over indulging on popcorn when Harley walked in.

"Hey Harley, we're having a marathon of the old slasher horror movies, wanna watch?" Sarah asked

"Maybe some other time." Harley replied nervous, she was hoping her two roommates would be asleep when she got home show she could wouldn't draw suspicion. "I... I have to do something, in my room, alone."

"What is it?"

"Don't worry about it... please?" Harley said her whole body shaking with fear as she ran into her room and locked the door behind her. Barbara and Sarah just returned a confused look to each other.

The only source of light coming from Harley's small desk lamp Harley quickly turned on her laptop and put in the small disc that held everything she wanted to know about the night the man previously known as the Red hood became the man everyone knows as the Joker today. She waited patiently as she watched the men break into the Ace Chemicals, and watched with intrigued interest as Batman came and took out each of the intruders one, by one. Harley sat completely horrified as she watched Batman take them out. She had heard stories of how Batman took out Gotham's criminals but this was the first time she had witnessed him in action,. He was breaking their limbs without remorse, leaving them dangling over pits of chemicals by just a cord that if ripped would send them falling into deadly chemicals. Witnessing what Batman did to these people terrified her. Yes these guys were criminals but they were still people, and what Batman was doing to them crossed the line in her opinion. How could anyone be okay with somebody doing this to people?

Her opinion of Batman already taking a hit, she came to the part she wanted to see, when Batman went up against the Red Hood. The Red Hood ran for his life when he reached the edge of a floor and stared right below a vat of chemicals. Turning around he saw Batman walking slowly toward him, his face void of any emotion.

"Please, don't hurt me!" The Red Hood cried, "Show mercy I surrender." It was right then as the Red Hood was pressing his back farther and farther against the railing that he lost his balance and fell over, landing directly into the vat of chemicals. Harley covered her mouth with the palm of her hands as she choked up tears. As she watched, she saw that Batman didn't attempt to stop his fall, just stood there frozen in place as the Red Hood fell then walked away afterword, not even attempting to come search for him.

Harley was horrified, she was stunned, but most of all she was angry. No wonder the Joker was the way he was. As a therapist she had talked to a lot of people who was driven to insanity thanks to a single traumatizing event and falling into a vat of chemicals that bleached their skin and left them in horrifying scars thanks to a reckless vigilante that thought he was above the law was enough to drive any man insane.

Finally Harley understood everything that the Joker told her, he was the victim. The Victim of a reckless vigilante that thought he was free to do anything he wants to people just because they commit a crime. No wonder the Joker was obsessed with wanting revenge of Batman. Finally understanding the Joker, and seeing that everything he said was true, she knew one thing, she had to help the Joker.

She had know idea of her loud sobbing until she heard Barbara knocking on her door. "Harley, is everything okay in there?"

"Leave me alone right now please?" Harley cried not wanting to talk or see anyone right now, especially after what she just realized, "I just want to be alone right now."

Barbara was surprised how Harley snapped out at her like that. She didn't know what Harley was going through but whatever it was she could tail it was painful for her. Despite wanting to help her friend she respected her wishes.

"Okay, but just to let you know, I am your friend. I don't know what you are going through nor will I press the issue, but if you ever want a shoulder to cry on, I'm here." Then Barbara walked away.

Feeling her legs give out Harley fell to the floor and cried herself to sleep. "You were right Joker, about everything."

The following day Harley stayed late at the asylum, using extra work as a excuse to stay late. Once everyone else had left the asylum Harley sneaked off to the Joker's cell where she saw him bouncing a small blue rubber ball against the ceiling. The sound of high heels tapping against the metal floor attracted his attention and he smiled when he saw Harley walking up to him.

"Well if it isn't my favorite doctor. Here to take my temperature? I'd be happy to drop my pants."

"You were right Joker," Harley cried as she opened his cell.

"About what?"

"The Batman!" Harley screamed "He's a monster, a menace, he destroyed you, turned you into this! I'm sorry Joker, I'm sorry I didn't believe you earlier."

"Awe dry those tears Doll Face." Joker put his hand up to Harley's face and dried her tears away. "There is a perfectly sound way to make this up to me. Join me, help me break out of here, and help me kill this new bat in town."

"I will. And then when the Batman shows his face again I will drive a stake through his heart myself!"

"I knew there was a reason I liked you." Joker laughed "Now here's what you can do for me, find my own gang, they are probably hiding out in the Steel Mill like the cowards they are, tell them that Joker sent you, then help them break me out of prison."

"And if the Batgirl gets in the way?"

"Your a smart girl Harley, improvise."

Harley gave a wicked smile as she nodded her head. "Anything you say, Mister J."

Current time.

Using the same excuse as when she first joined Joker's team, Harley once again stayed late at the Asylum. Tired of Joker's so called gang miserably failing at trying to break the Joker out, it was now time for her to try it her own way. Earlier in the day she decided to have one of her daily sessions with one of Arkham's many inmates in the Asylum's cafeteria. While in their she sneaked a knife into her back pocket and quietly carried on with her interview unnoticed.

Now with everyone gone she sneaked off to the Joker's cell. The Joker to no surprise was waiting for her with a huge grin and maniacal laugh.

"What's up Doc?" Joker laughed.

"I finally got a way to get you out," Harley whispered, taking the knife out of her pocket and handing it to Joker.

"What? How did you get this past the guards?"

"It's from the cafeteria, I know it's not much but I'm tired of waiting for those pathetic idiots you call your men."

Joker studied the knife in his hands, a huge grin formed on his faced and he let out a loud spine chilling laugh. "Doll Face this couldn't be more perfect."

"Really?"

"Yes and I know just how to use this to. You've done good Doll face." Joker laughed and gleamed over the knife like it was the toy he had been eyeing for moths at Christmas. After a minute or to of squealing he put his knife away and laid out the escape plan. "Now, here's the plan..."

Hoped this help clear up any plot holes on Harley's transformation. If you liked this please leave a review as well as follow and fave and I will see you later.