Chapter 5
A/N: Thanks to all the positive feedback. Here's another chapter for you lovely people. Sorry that it's taking me sooo long. Being a grammar Nazi and all I spend a bunch of time correcting my mistakes. But don't worry this is a longer chapter than usual :D.

P.S I just found out Jared Leto will play the Joker in suicide squad I know some people are saying it's gonna be shit, but you have no idea how much I love Jared Leto! OMFG I need to calm down!

Sorry about that anyway hope you enjoy~
a54321: Thank you, I kind of like the Joker being provocative and pointlessly annoying. You'll be seeing more of that in the future: 3.

After I fully recovered from collapsing, I searched for something sweet. Anything to push my sugar levels up. I could barely remember why I fainted, then it daunted on me. The smell, the sight, the smile. Thinking of it again made my head swim with nausea. I showed him my weak spot, blood and gore. It was just how he desired to see me, a frail woman who couldn't manage a small slice. I just had to prove him wrong.
Taking the air down the corridors, gingerly from shock, I heard a weak voice in distress. I paced backwards and gasped, the door swung open and a figure dragged by two muscular guards, cursing obscenely. I went up to him brushing off the guards, I eventually started to acknowledge him. It was Jamie.

"What the hell have you been doing?"
Heaving still from his outburst, he opened his mouth and said;

"I was telling him to ease it on the gory stories or we'll reassign you"

"What! Why? I'm perfectly fine on my own! The whole point of this job is that I would be challenged, I don't need a knight in shinning armor to rescue me!" I responded in fury.

"Harley you just passed out! And he hardly even touched you, imagine if he wasn't restrained!" he added.

"Well, he was and still is. To be fair, I wasn't feeling too well this morning anyways, it was probably just nerves" I lied.
Afterwards that, he simply replied with Hmph, and set out to storm off. I stood there watching his tall figure slowly, slowly decreasing into his car and driving away. I could only wonder what the Joker said to make him see red so vividly.

Momentarily lost, I regained consciousness by a familiar sound of a boy, shouting out to his father. Elliot. The young boy appeared out of the shadows, traumatised, walking towards me with freshly grown tears. He passed out with exposed arms, pathetically. I scooped him up and eased the young son who hardly resembled his father at all. The brown curly hair was replaced with locks of straight blonde, eyes of green were the opposite to two orbs of blue sapphires.

"You okay, Elliot? I asked.

He nodded a no. Going through the options in my mind, I decided it would be best if I appeared after him for the night since 1) I had no clue where Jamie lived 2) I didn't believe it was judicious to allow him in the hands of his over-raged father.
After calling a taxi yet again (I should really learn to drive) I walked Elliot and myself through the whispering corridors, clinging to Elliot's shoulders. The recognisable face of the cab driver for a couple of hours ago appeared in front of me once more and drove us home in silence.
His blue eyes glittered through his sadness revealing confusion and terror. I consoled him by wrapping my arm round the poor soul as we kept the journey down the never ending road that lead to my old, damp and crumbling home.

Once we got out Elliot looked up at me for verification that this dump was mine. Sadly, I nodded back, pure guilt hung in deep within my stomach as we fled from the disturbing world outside. It's funny how everyone thinks that our homes would protect you from any harm.

I've never actually noticed how alone I was, merely watching the infant deal with the results of whatever his father has answered, the isolation was unbearable. I'd wish I could empathise with him just to show that he wasn't alone in this disgusting world.

"Do you want anything to eat?" I asked only to ease his fragile psyche.

"Uh.. Yes, please." He did.
I walked out then realised instantly that I didn't have any child-friendly food. Or friendly for anyone for that matter. I guess it's pizza tonight. Sighing, If I kept skipping meals and replacing them with junk, my athletic figure wouldn't stay in shape for much longer.

After ordering the pizza, I walked backward into my living room to see Elliot curled up in my fluffy jumper, sleeping. Step by step, I approached him dragging my fingers across my jumper and sighing hazily. The ignorance and innocence of this child calmed me as I sat down and stroked his soft locks. Who knew what this child was in for.

The serenity was interrupted by the sound of the bell. Pizza delivered already? I walked up to the doorway and stared through the keyhole to watch some guys crotch, not on purpose.

When I opened the door the guy stood there, not looking much like a pizza delivery guy. Playing along, I grasped the box of the pizza and brought it inside, leaving the menacing man alone. I placed the pizza down and ran upstairs to wash my makeup off. Watching the colours run down into the sink, I heard Elliot's screams, penetrating the quivering walls.

Half dressed, I slid down the stairs to see Elliot on his knees, cowering before the box of pizza. I was so mixed up and then I decided to gaze inside and fear welled up in my throat, enabling me to cry.
Inside there were heads of dogs and cats, planted in equal distances from each other. Blood and insects crawling inside and out of the eye sockets, with big red wide grins trailing from ears to ears. I stood there allowing my eyes to focus, I finally understood the big writing through the middle of the pizza stating.

'MiSsInGyOu AlReAdY' ~ J'

Tears overflowed my eyes as I cowered by the side of Elliot, who was also traumatised. But what worried me the most was 1) The Joker was currently stuck in Arkham, or at least I thought he was and 2) How on earth did he find out where I lived. I was so tempted to call the police, but for some goddamned reason I thought it would make situations worse. Then I set a stern face on, picked the horrifying box and flipped it out the window. The next discoverers had to deal with the aftermath.

I wrapped my arms around Elliot as we both shivered until we fell into a disturbed slumber.

When I woke, the sound of gagging immediately got brought to my attention. For a minute I forgot, I wasn't alone, Elliot was here with me. I reached up behind him and placed my shaking hands on his shoulders for ease. Oh, the poor boy! It didn't phase me, but the box that held the most ghastly of horrors was probably still in my front yard. So I got up and crawled to the window to see the same grotesque circle of dough with other horrible details that made me gag myself.

After tiding ourselves up, I had to return Elliot to his father before matters became worse. So, back in the taxi to the hell hole what was my work place. I was in search for finding Jamie to describe the occurrences of the night before. Up and down, back and forth, me and Elliot searched and he was not to be seen anywhere. Almost giving up entirely, I heard a faint familiar voice approaching me. Although it was not Jamie's the low grisly tone put me at rest. It was one of the dickheads that were circulating rumors about me a couple days ago.

"Hey Quinn!" With that, I turned 360° and gave him a glare to pierce the unreached corners of his soul.
Right away, I spread out my mouth to cuss him off, then I forgot that a minor was present. Then I grinned through my teeth and replied.

"What do you want?"
Taken back by the glare, he knew that he was walking on thin ice as his idiotic vibe dimmed down.

"You're late with your appointment with the J man"
J man, J man, J man? Who's J MA- then it fell into place, my heart completely imploded and throbbed in my belly, my head got clear and I felt my knees quiver. I suffered to run another session with that puppy, kitty, double grinned, clown faced murderer.

"Oh, I'm so sorry it slipped my mind. I was babysitting Jamie's son. Speaking of him have you seen Dr. Kyle anywhere." My words began to slur.

"No, no one has since the incident yesterday. According to some people he went off and drunk himself to death." With a smuggling look in his face.
That horrifying image flashed before my eyes and instantly I assumed it was a lie. Not caring about Elliot anymore, my face calmed and in an eased voice replied simply.

"Quit fucking with me" as I moved down the corridor to the room I would never come near again,
The never ending horrors awaited in front of me.

Elliot clutched my hand, I pulsed our hands together for reassurance as I hid him by the wall where the security guards once stood. Only then I realised, there were none to be seen. But with other matters on my mind, I left that one flee away. His eyes gleaming at me, I stared deeply into the detail on the door. Shaking, I was about to faint again, but I couldn't let that happen.

Creaking the door open, hoping to catch the Joker with his hair tidy, his scars healed fully and his disturbing makeup washed away. But how wrong I was. He sat down, his signature face on the table, he slowly lifted his head and lazily he smiled. Breathing in and out I plucked up the courage to open my mouth to utter.

"Hello Joker, " I believed it would be best if I got up to my problems.

"Hello Doctor, " he said gleaming, knowing I encountered his gift the night before.

"Before we start today I would like to go over a few things, " I said, hiding my shaking hands underneath the table.

"Is anything the matter, Harley?" He asked, hardly discreet about his excitement, shaking, as if all his Christmas presents would be given to him.
The both of us knew I would start to bawl about the pizza. Only if I want to fix it in this line of work, I hold to be one measure in advance of my obstacle. Looking through all the potential scenarios in my head, my facial expression relaxed and I felt a sense of trust in me.

"What was the agree between you and Dr. Kyle yesterday?" As I said that, nothing will ever give me greater satisfaction from seeing the Joker's grin, drop down into a frown. Although avoiding the subject, I craved the answers to my questions. How could of he got hold of me when he's locked up in this place.

"He came in and started to yabber on about you collapsing yesterday, so I said that I knew his wife was working away and I knew where she was at that particular moment, just to get the guy off my back. I might of added a few details about him cheating on her. But In my eyes, I didn't do any harm." He said breaking my daydream.

"Yes, but you're not the most innocent of people" I retorted.

"How DID you know where his wife was. How are you even able to contact people outside of these walls." I didn't care any longer if he knew that I was frightened last night, I desperately needed answers.

"Trust it or not, I have a few more allies than you shrinks here think." And with that he shut his mouth, disabling him from speaking, with those rushed, crimson, faint lips.

After that, I continued to make converse, but it was pointless. He simply sat in that place with ever darkening eyes. Impatience filled up my instincts and I knew I had to give up.

"What was with the pizza? I was looking after a minor, you could've traumatised him." Finally letting it off my chest.

"You should really let Dr. Kyle face the consequences. If Dr. Kyle didn't go away in a huff, his son wouldn't have to find out my masterpiece. We totally know, that would've been a shame." He said sarcastically or not, I wasn't quite certain.

"Anyway, what about you? Harls... Have you got yourself a love?" he questioned, almost innocently. Almost.

"No" and as a reply from the Joker, he raised his eyebrows, not believing a word.

"I don't!"

"Prove it"

"I don't have to prove anything to you, I'm the doctor you're the patient that'd all that matters here."

"Anything you say, puddin' " grinning painfully, disrupting her peace.

Something began to push its way up from my stomach, anger was about to let loose from my mouth. He's no different to anyone in this place. No one is special in anyway, no matter how much clown makeup you wear. The only reason why he's almost idolised in Gotham is because he's famous and although how many people are 'afraid' of him, the whole idea of a crazy psychopath is fascinating. People envy others that don't give a shit about what others think and that's really all he his. A character, not a threat. If he was an average man who was completely sane without an identity and killed someone there would be no doubt if he would've been killed on the spot. So I don't see why I'm practically kissing some guys ass because he's an interesting pscyopath and 'they have feelings too'.
Allowing my expressions take the lead, the Joker observed, amused at my fury.

"I've really pushed your buttons haven't I, Harls."

"My name is Dr. Quinzel" standing up, towering above him, as he watched and laughed in glee.

"Not for long, if you stay in Gotham for too long your whole persona will change. You might even get as crazy as me!" and with that I grabbed him by the scruff of his hair and yanked it down so that his face would meet the table.

Two guards entered and pulled me out of the room. How am I to explain this. Power walking down the corridor, grabbing Elliot by the hand, I heard the Joker screaming and howling at my dramatic exit. Only know i understood hoe the other doctors couldn't tolerate him.
Outside Arkham my phone chimed wildly as several messages came through, all showing the same words.

"Jamie has gone missing! Have you seen him?!"

A/N: Don't know if you can notice my rants coming through into the fanfictionhahaha. Anyway, thanks for reading as always; review any criticism, comment or just to say hi.