The next day she arrived to work, security had been duplicated, the police stood in a line that led to a high security cell.

Harleen had no idea of what was going on until she heard his laugh, a chill travelled down her spine and filled her with fear.

"Dr Quinzel" a voice called her

She turned to see Dr Arkham, he motioned his finger for her to follow him to his office, she obeyed not before trying to catch a glimpse of the Clown Prince.

"Please sit" he told her behind his desk

She obeyed and gulped, even though she had been working there for a while he still made hee feel nervous, all Dr Arkham did was try to humiliate her by implying she couldn't be actually intelligent because of her pretty face, he had even once told her she couldn't be taken professionally serious.

"Is there something wrong Dr Arkham?"

The man frowned "No, but as you might have noticed we have a new patient" she nodded and he continued "since you have made a progress with former patients I have assigned you to treat him; unless of course, you feel incapable of doing so"

Harleen opened her mouth in shock, this was a golden opportunity! "Of course!" She almost yelled making him raise his eyebrows, she apologized "I'm sorry it's just that I would very much like for him to be my patient"

"Good" he muttered "no one else would take him"

The comment was meant to make her feel bad but she didn't care, not even in her wildest dreams she would have thought of the chance to treat such a character, her imagination went in all different directions; she could picture herself curing the Joker, learning his secrets, being praised by everyone, finally hearing an apology from her boss or even better! A call from her mother congratulating her. She would make her father proud.

Before she could leave the office he warned her to be careful with him but she didn't listen.

Tomorrow she would start her sessions with him so she started working in her office on her plan to treat him and possibly cure him.

When she arrived home it was about midnight so she quickly prepared for bed, it was until then that she realized her window was open, as much as Harleen tried to remember she couldn't picture herself opening it but since it didn't look like anyone had taken anything she didn't pay mind to it and went to sleep.

"Harley.."

She woke up immediately, a thin layer of sweat covered her body, another nightmare...

She wasn't going to be able to keep sleeping so she started getting ready for work, before leaving she went to the mirror and said to her reflection "You can do this Harleen"

Xxx

Two guards came to her office to escort her to the Joker's cell, she hadn't said a thing until they were just outside

"What you mean you are coming in with me?!" She yelled

"Miss he is really dangerous we cannot just let you walk in without protection" one guard tried to explain

"Well I don't care what you think, I'm gonna walk in there by myself. It's a confidential session between doctor and patient, it ain't gonna be different, as far as I know you could be eavesdropping" she replied, when she started to get angry her not so elegant expressions and accent took over her vocabulary.

The other guard cleared his throat "Very well doctor, just allow us to accompany in so we can verify that everything in under control, then we'll leave"

She finally agreed and they opened the cell, it was darker and larger than what she was used to see, the bed was in one corner and in the middle there was a table with two chairs, sitting on one was the Joker himself grinning at her

"Hello there" he greeted

"Good morning" she answered sounding perfectly confident, when deep inside her legs felt like they were about to stop working. Harleen cleared her throat and looked at the guards "You can leave us now"

One obeyed while the other lingered "He is full of tricks Miss, are you sure?"

She nodded "He's tightened up, I think we're fine"

Once she was alone with the Joker she took a seat and placed her files and notebook on the table.

"I am Doctor Harleen Quinzel" she introduced herself with a warm smile "I will be your psychiatrist"

He nodded cheerfully "Sounds good to me"

This was easier than she had thought, "In difference with other doctors I like to make a special bond with my patients, everything you tell me will stay between us and I will try to make you as comfortable as I can. I would really like you to see me as a friend more than a doctor"

He smiled kindly "Sure, sure I hope you also feel comfortable with me"

"Why wouldn't I?"

"Well" he looked down "even in here the walls are thin and I heard a lot of doctors wanted to treat me"

"Well I do" she reassured him smiling "we can make a lot of progress if we work together"

He looked up shyly "Oh thank you so much Doctor Quinzel, after everything that has happened all I truly want is to be cured"

The woman felt excitement "and I'll do everything I can to help you... what can I call you?"

The man did a concentration face "Unless you don't want to call me Joker I think Mr. J is fine"

"Well then Mr.J you can call me Harleen"

A smirk appeared on his pale face "Harleen sounds too formal, don't you think? Could I call you Harley?"

She froze for a second, the only ones that had called her like that were her father and...her conscience.

"Sure" she finally said "whatever you like"

The Joker grinned "Oh if I could call you however I would like I would choose Gorgeous"

Harleen blushed but tried to cover it up by looking at her notebook "I think Harley is fine"

Then he laughed, giving her goosebumps. "Tell me Harley" he started saying "do you have a lot of friends?"

"Not really" she answered

"Well, you just got one"

AN: This is the first time they met, yes he will seduce her but he's very smart so I don't think he accomplished it by two sessions.