"Wh...where am I?" Harley's vision started to return as she came round, she could feel something soft underneath her.
She lifted her head, still slightly fuzzy. She put a hand to the back of her head and felt a...bandage?
What had happened?

Suddenly it all came back to Harley, she let out a slight gasp as the last thing she remembered was Zsaz throwing her across the corridor. She tried to get into seating position however just to let out a loud groan from the pain. The pain in her head was unbelievable. Harley slowly yet painfully observed her surroundings. She was in a medical room which was all white, this hurt her eye's so she closed them again. Putting her hands against her stomach she felt a jumper.

Harley unwillingly looked down to find she was wearing jeans and a jumper from her bag she left in her office.

Just then Joan walked in, she looked up from the ground to see Harley awake and sat down next to the bed.

"Oh Harley Thank god! Are you alright?" She looked tired Harley noted and she was in normal clothing as well, she looked older...worn out.

Harley sighed as she replied "Yeah I'm fine. Just a little sore. What happened?"
Joan sighed as she began to explain "You were attacked by Victor Zsasz. He somehow got into the vent system. I'm afraid it was simply unlucky he followed the vents right into that corridor. Harley what can you remember?" Joan then lent closer, both hands clasped together in her lap.

Harley grimaced as she tried to recall the everything "He fell through the vent, then said something about salvation. Then he ran up to me and threw me against a wall...and that's it."

Joan nodded slightly "We noticed Zsaz had gone missing and immediately started searching for him until one of the security staff alerted us that the camera in the isolation ward revealed where he was. It seems after reviewing the footage that..." Joan paused.
Harley persuaded her to continue "That?"

Joan sighed before continuing "Well, it seems that Zsaz was about to kill you whilst you were unconcious however the Joker, distracted him it seems. Until he passed out from the amount of narcotics in his system."

Harley's mouth opened and closed again, so Joan continued.
"He saved your life Harley. The Joker saved your life. Whether it was on purpose or for something else, we don't know."

The Joker had saved Harley's life.

The look of shock that passed through Harley's face made Joan gently put her hand on top of Harley's.

Joan put her face in her hands and wearily continued "When we came and got you, he wouldn't tell me what had happened, he simply said 'you're welcome' and that was it."

Harley just lay on the bed for what seemed an age not knowing what to say or think until Joan continued softly "Harley, you're in the medical ward, you've been here for 5 hours. It's about time I drove you home"

Harley slowly started to get out of bed with Joan supporting her. They checked that she was okay to leave and the attending doctor gave Harley some strong painkillers to help with the pain in her head.

As they sat in the car, Harley's bag that Joan had retrieved from her office was in the back seat. It suddenly occurred to Harley, how was she going to get to work tomorrow without her car?

Joan gave her a look like she was crazy "Work? You are not going to work tomorrow. Oh and don't give me that look your on quite heavy meds"

Harley continued to frown. She wanted to see the Joker, as unprofessional as it sounds Harley needed to thank him and perhaps question him a little as to why he did what he did.

"Well Joan, what am I gonna do about my car?"

"I've already took the keys out your bag. I'll drop it off tomorrow. Don't argue with me, you're gonna have some rest after an, lets call it, eventful first day"

Harley looked at her disbelief until she gave in with a huff and leaned deeply into her seat and quietly grumbled "That's an invasion of privacy y'know" Joan laughed at this and smiled.

Eventually they arrived in front of Harley's flat and Joan killed then engine and turned to face Harley.

'Harley wait. What happened today was bizzare even for Joker's standards. It's going to raise some red flags about why he has singled you out. I don't want to put any pressure on you but just...be careful."

Harley felt touched at the show of concern by Joan and also confused at the cryptic warning "Thank you Joan. Right now I just need to pop some pills, drink some tea and sleep. I will call you and let you know how I'm doing."

Joan grinned "Already programmed my number into your mobile"

Once again Harley held a face that was a mixture of shock and laughter "You are unbelievable!"

Harley then thanked Joan for the Ride and woozily walked into her flat thinking over the day's events.
Oh and the Joker.

Would she treat him if given the opportunity? The whole event had left her more intrigued about him than ever before. The thing's he had done...not just to random people but to people he knew, his henchman, associates, therapists.
It would be insane to even try.

But she wanted to be the one to not crack.

Harleen Frances Quinzel wanted to be the one to fix the Joker