Another week, another session.
Perhaps this one would prove to be more...enlightening.

It was Harley's second week at Arkham. Last monday she had her first session with the Joker; Gotham's madman, Clown Prince of Crime, Ace of Knaves and Harlequin of Hate.

The arch nemesis of Batman. Good vs. Evil right? Harley had never seen it that way, it was Sane vs. Insane. It just seemed that the majority of people believed that Batman's way was the right way.

Joker saw his life as one long carnival ride. Insanity is easy to achieve. He believed we should be able to do as we please and have fun whilst doing it.

Batman went with the justice system, the typical view of what was deem morally right.

Who knows? The Joker could be right.


Joker POV

He had little Miss Quinn again today mused the Joker. Hehe. It's quite funny actually, she is a trained therapist meant to be the pinnacle of sanity, the guidance for poor saps like him that 'clearly' needed help. But oh was she fragile, he could see right through her little act, she was fucked up.
He could easily break her... madness is like gravity...all it takes is a little push.


"Hey Joan! How are you this morning?"
Harley had arrived half an hour late but the great thing about Arkham is no-one noticed, everyone was always too busy.

"Not bad Harley, Joker session today?"
Joan continued going through her clipboard of appointments as she waited for the coffee machine to finish.

Harley grinned inside "Yes I do, today I've set myself a few questions to ask him that I think could provide some real insight to him."
As Harley made her peppermint tea, she couldn't help but think about him. The way he looked at her last time, the way he winked at her...

"Harley? HARLEY?" Joan was staring at Harley who had completely gone into her own space.

Great Harley, just daydream the Joker and ignore your boss, that's just great.

Harley stuttered out an apology "Sorry Joan, I was just thinking about my session today and all the paperwork that follows!" Harley gave a small nervous laugh at the end.

Joan bought it and chuckled.
"Don't worry I do it all the time, 2'o'clock appointment I believe?"
Harley nodded and headed off to her office "I'll see you later on, Joan."


Harley spent the next hour doing various paperwork and trying to forget the upcoming session, until it was right on top of her. The buzzer sounded at 1:55pm to let her know he was ready for her.

"Oh god!" Harley felt butterflies in her stomach, why was she so nervous?

She quickly looked in her pocket mirror to check she looked more calm than she felt. She looked confident, ready to get this show rolling.

"Come in!" Her voice cracked a little at the end.

In he came, again being roughly guided by two guards. Joker grinned straight at her, his hair falling over his forehead in a mess.
When she had seen him on TV, usually his hair was in that type of 1950's back-combed style but without styling it was longer and it fell in small green curls. He looked good.

"You know the drill Doc. You press the panic button if anything goes wrong or he just starts to piss you off...whichever comes first." Offhandedly commented the guard.

Harley shook her head "Thanks but Mister Joker has always been polite and friendly so your service will unlikely be needed."

"Have fun then." The guards walked out loudly talking about crazy broads...real subtle guys.

Harley closed the door and walked past the Jokers lounge, he had been once again strapped in.
She sat down and got her notebook and pen out.
Not a sound could be heard. Just the ticking of the clock on the wall.

Harley cleared her throat "Okay Joker, I think today we should talk about...Batman."