"What can you tell me about your family Mr J?"

"You mean my gang?"

Harleen put her notebook down and looked at him, his grin had disappeared

"Mr J?" She called

He looked directly into her eyes, and she could swear seeing a spark on his. "You really want to know about my parents?"

She smiled kindly "Please"

He cleared his throat and began while she prepared to write down notes "You see Harley, I didn't have a childhood, I would call it a blur of pain" he sighed "you wouldn't understand, my father, he used to beat the hell out of me..."

Harleen's expression softened, in all the expedients she had read about him, he had said anything about his past, she was deeply moved, he trusted her and she wasn't going to lose his trust.

"I do understand you" she said

His gaze went from the floor to her blue eyes "really?"

The blonde nodded "I didn't have a happy childhood either"

He looked extremely offended "Adults, thinking they can do whatever they want to their children" his gaze darkened "I can't even pronounce the atrocities I was put through by him"

Harleen felt bad for him, she might be approaching the roots of all his problems "How did you feel about your father?"

He laughed "I wanted to kill him" This time it didn't creep her out but be noticed she was clearly uncomfortable "Sorry Pumpkin, you must think I'm crazy"

"Do you consider yourself not to be?" She asked preparing her notebook and pen

He leaned back on his chair "I consider myself a free person"

She wrote it down "Do you mean like an anarchist?"

The Joker laughed hysterically "Oh dear Harley you've watched too much television"

She frowned "Could you please explain me why Mistah J?"

He sat up properly "What do we have here? A little accent?"

She cleared her throat, sometimes her street accent came out to the light when she was nervous "I'm sorry -"

He cut her off "There's nothing to apologize for Pumpkin, I think it's lovely, and to answer your question, the media messes with people's minds telling them what to think, what to do, even who to fear. They call me a criminal and treat Batman as a hero" the last he said full of anger

Harleen tried again "And the robbery and murder you are accused of, is that freedom?"

The Joker resisted the urge to get up and hit her for disrespecting him, he had to stick to the plan so he became serious "What I do is towards the oppressors of the city, that is the scum I'm going after, to those that feel superior and treat us like garbage, to the people that make the rules and force everyone into following them, to people that abuse the innocent, the ones that beat their children for entertainment, or that could choke on money and still fight for more, the ones that don't let you use your full potential and make fun of your accent, I am against them, they make me sick. All I want is to see everyone laughing and being free ... is that an enough explanation?" with each word she leaned back on her chair, he had some Aura of authority when he spoke that she felt stupid for having asked

"Yes" she whispered

"Now tell me Harley, what kind are you?"

She started shaking "What?"

His eyes pierced hers, "Are you free or are you an oppressor?"

She became speechless, for once in all of her time as a psychiatrist she didn't know what to say to a patient, the little voice in her head accused her of being an oppressor while her rational thinking told her not to listen to a terrorist like him, but she couldn't call him like that anymore, he had a point.

"Harley?" He called impatient

She opened her mouth and quickly closed it

Suddenly he yelled and she stood up alarmed "ANSWER ME!"

The guards entered the cell and before she could say anything one pulled her puts while the other started to punch him

"What are you doing?! Stop!" She yelled at the guard "Leave him alone! We were talking, we were only talking! DON'T TOUCH ME!" with that she hit the guard that was pulling her outside and she pushed the other one away from the Joker who was laughing like a maniac

"Miss!" The guard yelled at her "What do you think you're doing?!"

She was furious "He didn't do anything wrong! We were only talking! Is that how you treat people? Hitting them without them being able to defend themselves?! I want to talk to your superior!"

"But he is the Joker! We have orders and permission to use force against him if he does any of his tricks!"

"But he didn't! He was only talking! And I'm not allowing anyone to hurt my patients, even if it's the Joker!"

The man grit his teeth "As you wish Doctor Quinzel" and with that he and the other one left

She fixed her coat and turned to the Joker, his eye was turning black from the punch

"Are you alright?" She asked

He stopped laughing and smiled pleased at her "Never been better"

Harleen nodded and picked her things up "I'll see you next session" she announced

He laughed and before she reached the door he called her

"Harley"

She turned and he grinned "I am going to free you"

Xxx

Dr Arkham had interrogated her about the session but she had told him there was nothing to worry about and that she hadn't learned anything new from him, Harleen knew she was lying but it was too soon to say anything, besides she didn't want the Joker to stop trusting her.

Once she arrived back to her apartment she did a little research and found that when the Joker's gang attacked they didn't directly go to innocent people, yes, some did died but it had been because of bad luck on where they were.

She took out her notebook with her writing on the patients she treated and used to treat, it was full of extensive notes on each of them but below the Joker's name there were only two words: "free man"