Harleen looked at the files for Joker.

NAME: THE JOKER

ALSO KNOW AS : CLOWN PRINCE OF CRIME

CRIMES: SELLING MISSILES TO IRAN, POSING AS IRANIAN DIPLOMAT, SKINNING OF AGENTS(LEAVING THEM ALIVE), PARALYZING AT LEAST TEN VICTIMS, KILLING 278 GOTHAM CITY CITIZENS ALONE NOT INCLUDING OTHER NEIGHBORING CITIES, MURDER FIVE GOVERNMENT FIGURES, MURDER OF ROBIN, SELLING OF DRUGS,WEAPONS

SENTENCE :PRISON FOR LIFE, THE ONLY KNOW REASONS FOR NOT DOING DEATH IS THE REQUEST OF THE BATMAN AND HE(THE JOKER) SAID HIMSELF," IT BE A PRESSURE TO KNOW I FINALLY BROKE YOUR PATIENCE"

AGE: LATE TWENTIES (EXACT UNKNOWN)

HEIGHT: 5(FEET) 9(INCHES) 1.75(METERS)

WEIGHT:177(LBS) 80(KG)

HAIR COLOR: GREEN

EYE COLOR: BLUE

SKIN COLOR : MILK WHITE

Harleen lifted her glasses, rubbing her eyes and looked at her watch.

"Guess i should go home."

She went and grab her things ,leaving only with a request to for fill.

Next day

Harleen look to the man who seem to only want on thing,sleep.

In her files, it had said he had a hard time sleeping and most would say because he would never find peace.

With his head on the table, jacket strapped in. Harleen almost thought he was dead because she couldn't see any movement.

She reached out a hand to touch his shoulder." -"

Wild green hair flew up as the mad man shot up causing a bit of noise.

"Doooooccccc," He said almost as a taunt, a grin was forming.

"Did you get what i asked?"

Ms. Quinzel nodded and from her doctor's coat she pulled out a...Comb.

Joker's eyes lit up like a child on Christmas.

"OOoo doc you are just to good to me." Joker said half-heartly and then he tilted his head to the side , his mess of grass hairs falling with the movement. She almost shivered as she realized he just made himself look like a puppy.

"Doc,Can you do one more thing?" Smiling his metal covered teeth,and leaning back in his chair.

"I promise it the one last thing before i leave for today."

Harleen thought for a moment.

"Sure."

Joker looked at her before looking at himself.

"You see doc , I can really move my hands and i do believe if the guards find me with a comb , they probably point their oh so deadly guns at poor me. Could you,oh sweet Harley,'Oh there he goes again with the nickname,"Could comb my hair a bit ?"

She looked at him and then the comb then back to him. She stood up and walk on behind him.

Joker just smile at his request being for filled.

"Thanks doc" She just nodded and started from the back to the front. There was a few tangles here and there but nothing less. As the comb ran through the green brush to neat lines, Harleen could only compare the image to grass being blow.

"Doc."

She stop in combing.

"That's good."

She walked back and she felt a blush coming as she saw was she did.

To her the Joker didn't look as wild as he did with his newly combed hair ,he almost looked clean.

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The weeks went by with the joker asking little things like juice and a cookie.

Nothing to serious.

She really enjoy her time with him thinking he is changing with his actions he would express. Oh how wrong she was.

"Harley , May i ask for one last thing?"

"Anythi- I mean what."

He just grinned.

"A machine gun."

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All hell went up after she heard gun fire from her office. She had ducked and covered under her desk.

When the running of footsteps, eased then did she decide to move. She reach the door and had open it. Bodies...

She covered her mouth as she gagged as she saw fellow co-workers on the ground of the asylum.

She teared up.

"Hey." She jerked when she was grabbed by her hair by a Panda wearing man.

"Hey You're the doc right."

She didn't say anything.

She grabbed him and kick him in the crotch.

He grunted in pain.

She ran for her life.

She fucked up big time.

"After her!" A yelled echoed the halls.

She kicked her heals off and kept running

She looked back and she could she shadows streak on the walls of the low lighting. It was at that moment she was hit and knocked out.

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She jerked awake to the sound of a bat hitting the ground . A harsh light was shown in face.

"Well ,WELL, what do we have here?" A taunting voice that she knew too well. The light moved to show her shirtless patient.

"Are you going to kill me,Mistah J?" She asked innocently as he grabbed rods that that were attach to a generator.

"No , I'm just going to hurt you really, REALLY bad." He put the rods down before putting a belt between her teeth.

"This," He gestured to the belt"Is for being a sweet little doctor."

Her eyes widen beneath her glasses and her face crunched up in pain as the robs sent electricity through her body. Her hands try to grab on to something, her feet twitched in random directions. Through the pain she can hear the Joker laugh at her pain.

What seem like hours of torture made her pass out.

"Ahh falling asleep already." The Joker prince knelled down on one side , streaks of tears had been shed, and the smile only widen on Joker's face as he trace the burnt holes he created.

"Maybe i can have more fun next time, doll face." He kissed his victim on the head . He left the room with his bat in hand and whistled for his men to move out.

Frost handed him his favorite purple gator jacket.

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He smiled at his shiny gun and loaded up the ammo as Frost drove.

"I need a bit of fun tonight."

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Harleen gasped awake.

She jerked at her restraints and she finally flip the table breaking the straps.

She growled in annoyance as she walked at into a drizzled afternoon in Gotham with keys for the motorcycle and a gun in hand. She had called the police but didn't wait.

She had a clown to catch.