Hi everyone! I know it's been a long time since I've updated but now that I have finished with college, I have rekindled my passion for comics and fanfiction writing! I know their are quite a few errors in some of the chapters, this is down to the fact it doesn't copy across very well so it is usually corrected within a day or two as I comb back through the chapters so please bare with any mistakes! Leave a review, good or bad. Constructive criticism is always helpful. I own nothing Batman, any of its characters or anything DC, I simply enjoy writing about it!


-Patient Interview 37-

"Hello Joker, how are you today?"

'...'

" Joker, we can't help you unless you cooperate, you can trust me."

'...'

*sigh*

"Guards please leave us now."

*shoes squeaking against the floor*

" Dr. Quinzel, we are not aloud to leave our posts, I'm sorry. Wardens orders."

"Oh for gods sake! Well can you please tell the Warden that the constant presence of guards is making my
patient uncomfortable?!"

"... Dr. Quinn are you sure YOU'RE not the one who is uncomfortable? No offence."

"I'm fine, thank you. Okay, take him away for today."

"Fine with us"

*chains rattle with the guards making grunts as they lift the Joker from his seat*

"Come on you little pervy clown! Move!"

*scuffle*

*Door slams shut*

"Oh god"

*muffled cries*

-End of tape-


-Two weeks later-

Harley was curled up in bed in a pair of soft gray cotton shorts and a white vest, calm, neutral colours. That's what Harley needed right now,
neutral. She sipped at her peppermint tea thinking, always thinking. The recent events of the past couple weeks kept repeating themselves in her head again and again
and again.

Harley thought back to that day, what a strange thing time was. It now felt more like a dream to her, a disturbingly real dream.

-The week before-

Similar to every morning, Harley arrived at work 8:45, she parked her little silver lupo in the corner of the huge carpark for all the non-existent visitors,
and made her way to the front door where she would get her morning tea and muffin in the staff office.

"Good morning " the nurse Victoria smiled at her as she arrived out of breath to the 5th floor.
"Morning!" Harley instantly lit up a luminous smile. She was in an excellent mood today.

She was thinking about the last couple of sessions with the Joker. They had all gone splendid, nearly groundbreaking in some ways...
Harley believed he had really started opening up to her, he told her about some of past crimes,
some of his favorite crimes. He liked sharing alot of rather unpleasant details in a very gleeful
manner but Harley kept telling herself it was all progress. Every single detail was one step closer to curing him, no not curing, UNDERSTANDING him.

People always said he was incurable. Bullshit. Anyone could be cured, it just took the right level of persuasion, hard work,
loyalty and maybe perhaps a little manipulation but eventually you would get there.
Yeah, she would get there.

Harley unlocked her office and took in the familiar beige, boring walls. She put her briefcase down and her cup of coffee, one day she might introduce a lick
of paint to these boring old walls!
She smiled at herself, the quiet and privacy was nice. Harley was also excited as she had (finally) agreed to meet her old college friends, it had been way too long.

Pulling her chair out, switching on her computer Harley began to think about what the next topic of conversation in today's
session should be. She was still debating on how to bring the Batman up again without making him lose it. However Harley didn't know this is where day was about to take a dark, disturbing turn.


"This is Patient Tape number 36, Dr. Harleen Quinzel. Patient is 'The Joker'."

*shuffles of chains and chairs*

"So what do you want to talk about today Mr. Joker?"

"Well dearest first of all, Mr. Joker was my Father. Hahhaahahahah!"

*small giggle*

"Okay, Mr. J any better?"

"Thanks sweetcheeks. Anyhoo where were we?"

"Mr. J, I wondering if there was anything in particular you wanted to talk about today? Anything you've read or seen in the news that has caught your attention?"

"Hmm... Cheesecake? Puppy's? I think we should discuss...you."

*sound of chair shifting*

"I am sorry Mr. J, that isn't an appropriate topic of conversation"

"Common boo, I trust you and tell ya anything! I think its time you return the favour. Don't ya trust me?"

"Mr. J, you are supposed to be able to talk to me. I am here to help you. We're not here to talk about me"

"Bu...but.. I trust you."

"You can and I'm glad you do. But it is against protocol to tell you about my personal life"

"Why are you so bound by rules Harley?"

"What do you mean Mr.J ?"

"Haven't you ever wanted to break the rules? When you go home in the west side of Gotham at 6pm everyday, don't you
ever get bored of the monotonous routine?!"

"... How do you know that I live on the west side of Gotham?!"

"You live on Heril Street don't you? Apartment 34a?"

'...'

"Looking forward to seeing your friends tonight? You don't go out much Harley, you deserve it."

"Shut up! That's enough!"

*creepy laughter*

"Really, you shouldn't be so sharp tongued... its not becoming of a young woman"

"GET THE HELL OUT OF MY OFFICE"

*sounds of chains clinking*

"I can't move, I'm strapped to the chair? DUH. Miss your old boyfriend Jack? Gosh he was a nasty guy..."

*Soft crying*

"GET OUT"

*Door slams open*

"OKAY CLOWN YOU'RE COMING WITH US"

"Why...where else would I go? Hehehehhe"

"SHUT IT!"

"Till next time my little Harley Quinn"

-End of Tape-


That's all she was willing herself to remember. She felt the tears ready to break. After Joker was taken away she vaguely remembers collapsing into
a chair, crying until Dr. Leland came running in, demanding what happened. Harley told her, he had acquired details of her home life. At that
moment in time she couldn't give two shits about being his Doctor. She felt violated, she felt dirty, she felt exposed...

She felt flattered.
That was the disgusting thing. It made her feel so desired by him, he was her patient. She shouldn't be attracted to him. He was a monster.

Harley, as a Doctor, would never admit this of course. It was simply spur of the moment.

That evening the Joker was transferred back to Isolation. But Harley couldn't help keep thinking...how DID he get that
information?
She had to know. So that's what she did, she marched to his cell and asked.

Being attractive she didn't need to convince the guards too much for a minute alone with her patient. With the guards rotating so often, usually
they weren't up to date. These guards had no idea what had transpired earlier that day so didn't see a problem with leaving her.

She still can see him in her head. He was lying on his cot, wrapped in a straitjacket.

He turned his head and looked at her, he simply raised an eyebrow.
"Yes ?"
He seemed completely...uninterested.

Harley leant her shoulder against the glass
"I need to know how you got that information. I won't even mention it too the police or Dr. Leland... I need to know for my own sake"

He rolled his eyes
"Really? I thought you were a smart girl. How do you THINK I got the dirt?"

Harley paused

"Guards?" It seemed the most logical, they weren't exactly loyal or clever.

" DING DING DING, WE HAVE A WINNER." Joker laughed.

Harley narrowed her eyes

"Don't mock me. What you did was sick."

Joker stuck out his tongue
"That's what I do hunny. Anyway, whats wrong with healthy curiosity?"

"That wasn't healthy. It was WAY too personal, especially about Jack..."

"Hehe, I only know where you live...what if I need an urgent medical appointment? Your ex-boyfriend was simply for my own curiosity."

"You're in here. Also why would you want to know about Jack?!"

Joker smiled at her "I'm in here for now my sweet. Also I simply needed to know what my competition is, he sounds very grumpy.
I may have to put a smile on his face! Hahahahahaha!"

With that Harley couldn't hear anymore.
She walked away, the Joker was giggling to himself in his cot.
Harley pressed her palms against her ears and ran down the hall. Trying to get as far away
from him as fast as possible.


-The Present-

Harley had to persuade everyone she was still okay with treating him. She needed to continue to treat him, with the results
she had been receiving...the warden didn't stop her.

Harls had obviously been forced to move though, something she was NOT pleased with...however
Arkham were paying for it. They had her moved nearer to the Elite of Gotham.
Better security, safer streets, nicer shops, haha. Everything that should have made her happy.

Despite the advantages, she missed her old apartment. The comforting smell, the way her windows
looked over Gotham. She missed how independent she felt being there.

*sigh*
Though for her work she could make this one sacrifice, this one little scare wouldn't
deter her from her work and now, obsession, with curing the Joker.

Every week they would have a 2 hour session. He would not say a word however whenever she went down to his cell, he told her anything she asked.
The routine was actually nice and simple.

Harley had even began to talk to Edward Nigma, The Riddler. Edwards cell was a few cells before The Jokers. His intelligence was nice actually.
They talked about books, films, art, opera. The conversations were refreshing, less sinister.

The Jokers actions were wrong...yet flattering. Why had he taken such interest in her?
She hoped this could help her in the long run, he would hopefully see something trustworthy in
her.

Harley Quinzel had been at Arkham Asylum for 4 months now, 5 tomorrow.

Harley really hoped things could only get better.