This chapter is full of lies... lol. Thanks for r+r=) This chapter is inspired by Mad Love, but you could say it's my little version of it. Or the Nolanverse version... haha. Anyways i hope ya like it! Remember no Batman characters belong to me. Only the OC's in this story.

It's been years since that day I almost drove Gotham insane… if it wasn't for the Batman ruining my plans. And to top it all off my ace in the hole is nowhere to be seen. They claim he's dead… but ol' Harvey is still alive. I feel it in my veins.

Here I am again at Arkham with a whole bunch of saps that have tried to take over Gotham. But all of them have failed… and will continue to fail. None of them have what it takes to be Gotham's number one criminal.

It was soon going to be time for Joker to escape and relic his terror to Gotham once again. This time the Joker has a prime key. Dr. Harleen Quinzel. She's my new ace in the hole. I saw potential in her… all she needed was a little push to be brought down to my level.

"Joker today is the day…" She says out of nowhere. I jump with joy on the couch. Finally… time to mess with a mind that's actually worth it.
"About time sugar…" I reply. She opens the door to my cell and steps in.
"If you keep jumping on the couch like that, there won't be a session Joker" She warns me.
"Now doctor… can't a guy savior his happiness? You know this means a lot to me. I finally have someone I can relate to" I said with a smile on my face. I lay back down on the couch; my little doc sits down on her chair.
"I'm glad you can relate to me Joker… now lets begin, tell me about yourself. Your childhood for instance" She says, ready to jot down notes.
"Now why does every doc start with that question? It's so cliché…" I chuckle.
"Very well Joker… tell me anything you want to tell me" She says. She was obviously willing to do anything to crack this case… so let's play along Joker.
"Do you wanna know how I got these scars?" I ask.
"Sure Joker… I'm all ears" She responds.
"You see I had a wife… she was beautiful like you. I loved her, and I was truly devoted to her. I always thought that she loved me despite me being poor… but I was wrong" I said in a broken voice. I was truly half broken to my dismay. Even though we never got married, doll face to me was my wife. Even in hell you torment me! From the corner of my eye, I look at Harleen. She was obviously touched by my story.
"Why do you say that Joker…?" She asks in a concerned voice.
"She use to gamble with the sharks for money. My life always led to the sharks" I reply.
"What happened to her… and why has your life always led to them?"
"She killed herself; you see the sharks carved her face because she owed them. We had no money to pay for surgery. I told her I didn't care about the scars, so in order to make her smile again; I grab a knife and scar myself. She couldn't stand the sight of me; she couldn't stand our life anymore. So she jumped off a bridge" She gasps when I told her this. She was so gullible… and that made her more fun.
"That's horrible…" She comments.
"As for your other question, my life with the sharks began with my father. He would always beat me up pretty badly-"
"Why…?"
"He hated me I guess, sometimes he use to yell at my mother, that I wasn't his son. He treated her as if she were some sl*t. That's how most men are in that business I suppose. They cheat and are afraid to be cheated" I chuckle, making her giggle.
"I suppose so Joker. So your father was tied with them am I correct?" She asks.
"That's exactly correct sugar… ugh what can I say about my ol' man. He punched me, would sometimes forget to pick me up at school when I was just a tot. There was only one good time I had with the ol' man. Believe it or not I still treasure that moment"
"Really… when was that?"
"He took me to the circus when I was seven, oh I remember that day like it was just yesterday!" I get up from the sofa and walk around. "I remember the clowns, running around… dropping their pants-" I said in laughter…

Days later…

"I admit it… as unprofessional and crazy as it sounds I have falling in love with my patient. You don't think I'm weird or anything… do you?" Harleen asks.
"Not at all… everyone in this life needs fun in there life. And if you abstain yourself from fun… then why live at all?" I said as I jot down notes.
"Oh I knew you'd understand" She replies.
"Anytime sugar… you know the Joker's always here for ya" I respond.
"You're not freaked out by my confession…?" She asks.
"Now Harleen… don't you think I would have told you that by now?" I ask back.
"I've never felt so complete and alive since I've meet you. You're the first person I've had long talks with. I understand you Joker…" She says.
"From the moment I saw you, I knew that I had finally found someone that would understand me… you and I have many things in common sugar" I wink. She giggles.
"Do ya really mean that?" She asks.
"I could lie to anyone else but you Harleen… you should now that by now" I replied. She gets up from the couch and takes my hand in hers.
"Puddin' I promise to always be loyal to you… and I promise to prove myself worthy of you" She says.
"Now Harleen… I don't want anything ruin your life, especially because of me" I said.
"For you anything's worth it… and I'll prove it to ya, just give me sometime puddin', I promise" She says, chuckling. I had her right where I wanted her…