So sorry I've been gone a while. Work mixed with playing the new batman arkham origins (is anyone else having as hard of a time as I am?!) Then I had a small idea *Pop* in my head with the one-shot i did "No sound but the Wind" If you haven't read it yet, please read and review! I was in a sad-panda mood with that one.

:P I have lots of thoughts buzzing in my head. I did avoid the classic rose-with-note-attached scene that most use, and yes, I'll admit, it's adorable! But I wanted to portray a peek into how Joker's thought process made the connection with Harleen Quinzel to Harlequin to Harley Quinn. And I do believe he'd have to do his homework when it comes to corrupting her. So read on, dear Gothamites! Do hope you enjoy... He he ha ha ha HA!

Oh and the song joker sings/whistles is from A Killing Joke, the scene when a naked Gordon is going through the tunnel of love.

Harleen was running late. Very late.

"Sonovabitch!" she cried out, grabbing her right foot. She hopped around on her left foot, glaring down at the beige heel she had stepped on the wrong way. The same heel she had been stumbling around trying to find in the mad dash she began when she woke up an hour late for work. Looking at the clock on the oven she swore under her breath again. She was now an hour and a half late. She had woken up with the sun shining through her curtains hitting her square in the face. After rolling over trying to escape under a pillow, she had bolted upright on the couch, faintly hearing her alarm going off in her bedroom.

That's when the mad dash had begun with her sprinting back and forth in the apartment. Bathroom: turn on faucet to get hot. Kitchen: put two toaster waffles in the toaster. Bathroom: glob toothpaste on a toothbrush and brush while running back out. Bedroom: throw on black blouse. Bathroom: spit and rinse mouth... On and on it went.

She was dressed except for shoes now. With the way MY luck is going this morning, maybe heels aren't a good idea, she thought, making her way back into the closet grabbing a pair of simple flats. After washing her face, pulling her hair in a simple ponytail, and grabbing her cell phone she made her way out of her apartment. The sound of her dead bolt locking was a small confirmation that she was finally leaving. Walking hastily to end of the hallway, she stopped when she heard something behind her, like shuffling, and looked back. There once more was the man who had stared at her a few weeks back. Or was it month? She couldn't remember. He looked the same. A bit more well-fed, but the same. There he was at the same door, but not going inside, just looking at her. She felt another little red flag. Trying to remain calm, she smiled and waved, which seemed to make the man relax. He returned the gesture, walked in the door and locked it behind him.

Maybe he really is just a paranoid guy, she thought as she got into her car, this is Gotham, after all.

Once arriving at the Asylum's parking lot, she headed straight for Warden Sharp's office. She knew she had better take her lashings for her tardiness. She knocked on the door lightly getting no response. Scrunching her face in annoyance for a second, she knocked harder, but no voice sounded. Instead, the door creaked opened quietly. She leaned back a bit, then looked closer at the handle. It had been left barely shut. Her curiosity egged her to go inside, but she knew she'd probably get in more trouble than she already was. Seeing how Sharp was out, she left and headed to the cafeteria to get a snack.

Outside the clouds had darkened and she began a light mist fall. It was refreshing to feel the sharp coolness brush her face and neck. She had actually stopped walking and just stood in the middle of the grass, head tilted back, enjoying the feeling for a minute. Harleen opened her eyes and looked straight ahead at her destination, the penitentiary. Her spirits sank a little when she realized none of the patients could enjoy that feeling. The refreshing mist, a cool breeze, the warm sun.. well, when Gotham saw the sun that is. Wait, she thought, There was sun shining in my window this morning! A beautiful morning and I slept through it!

Harleen began walking again, now grumbling. "Oh, this is gonna be a GREAT day," she huffed, sarcastically. As she entered the penitentiary, a faraway sound of off-tune singing reached her. It sounded... well.. crazy. The guard that was checking her badge looked irritated. When he motioned for her to go through the scanner she stopped and asked, "What's going on?"

The guard looked toward the sound then back at her. "It's the patients on the second floor. They're all... singing. Second floor, it's been going on since this morning, on and off, been driving people crazier." He rolled his eyes and readjusted his helmet. Harleen walked through the scanner where a flurry of pink scanning lights danced around her. After it finished she walked forward to the main nurse station. Two nurses were there, complaining to an agitated looking Dr. Leland.

"-and I can't take the noise, it's giving me a headache!" one nurse exclaimed.

"I understand," Dr. Leland said, her hands motioning downward to signal the nurse to calm down, "but we can't punish the patients for being cheerful. It'll send the wrong message and staying positive is difficult for most of them. Many of them on that floor have sessions with their doctors today and it would be very helpful if they remained in high spirits."

"What's going on?" Harleen inquired as she reached the station. Dr. Leland and the other nurses looked at her with exasperated expressions.

"Ah, Harleen, dear, nice of you to join us," Dr. Leland smiled. Harleen didn't return it, she heard the jab intended for her. "This morning has been.. unexpected. A new one for us all, I think." As if on cue, the chorus of singing became louder for a few words, Harleen guessed for the chorus of the song.

The other nurse just inhaled deeply through her nose to relax herself then smiled a tight-lipped smile at the others with a "I'm off!" and walked toward the elevator. Coming out of it was Officer Cash headed their way. Dr. Leland turned back to the nurse behind the desk to discuss lunch scheduling while Harleen walked over to Cash. If she was going to ask someone about what happened, he'd be the one to give it straight forward.

"Hey, um, Officer Cash?" Harleen started, waving her hand a little in front of her to get his attention. Cash looked at her, the muscles in his face slowly relaxing away from the scowl he was wearing. He raised his eyebrows and stood off to the side of the hallway where she was standing.

"Hi, uh, can I talk to you real quick?" she asked. He looked confused, squinting his eyes, turning his head a bit and leaning forward. Then she looked at his ears and saw bright orange foam earplugs in. Realization dawned over his features and he smiled, rolling his eyes and pulled out the earplugs.

"Sorry, doc, I forgot I had these in. It's loud like an arena down there." He said slipping the earplugs into a small pocket flap on his security vest, slinging his weapon strap over his shoulder and began stretching his arms a bit. "So, what can I do ya for?"

Harleen smiled at his verbalism. It wasn't meant to be offensive as some women would have taken it. It reminded her of her hometown and how the locals spoke. "Actually, that's what I wanted to talk to you about, I overslept this morning, and just got in. Could ya fill me in? Joan looks a bit, ah, annoyed." She glanced over to the said doctor would was now talking with three guards, probably threatening them to behave do to their agitation.

"Yeah, there's alot of that going around. Well, here's what I can tell ya..."

This morning had been warmer than most. A glance to the high windows told him that it was a rare sunny morning. He sneered and buried his head further under the pillow. If it were any other day, he'd bounce out of bed with friendly death threat and chilling smile that sent most running. But he was dog tired from his little escapade last night. He was almost hopeful no one would bother him and let him sleep more, but that hope was quickly dashed when he heard a light tapping on his cell. When Joker didn't respond, the tapper cleared his throat a little.

Odd place for politeness.. Joker turned over and squinted. "Ah, it's you Frankie. This better be good, I was having a horrible dream," he scolded lightly, chuckling under his breath.

"Sorry, just thought you ought to know, they are switching your meds. Higher grade sedatives. Gonna put it in your eggs," Boles said, rummaging through his pockets like he was looking for something. Joker then noticed that Frankie wasn't facing him either, but was looking straight ahead to the interrogation room. Must be putting on an act for the cameras. Smart guy.

"Thanks for the heads up, Fran-kay, you should be getting that package soon. Now toddle off somewhere," Joker waved his hand away in a shooing motion.

"Sure thing. Oh, and your doc is running late today." With that, Officer Boles pulled out a cell phone and held it up to his ears as if it were ringing and walked off.

Joker laid his head back down but his eyes remained open. His little harlequin was running late was she? Well, today would get him many answers. Once Boles received his package complete with instructions, Joker would have a bit more information he would need about the good doctor. He flipped on his back then staring up at the ceiling. Sedatives, eh? He figured they may have taken precautions after that guard thought Joker was out of his cell.

Well, he could play the doped-up part, that's for sure. But why do that? And for who? Every performance required an audience and although it would be a small act, a one-person gig, it wasn't any less important. No, no... he wasn't going to let them dope him up, dull his senses. His senses kept him alive and free from mediocrity! He had to come up with a way to prevent them from drugging his food. His smile broke wide as he popped out of bed and waited to brush his teeth. He hummed as he waited for the few seconds of water to swish out of the hole. Humming or singing to himself always put himself in an enthusiastic mood.

His head snapped up, eyes alit with an idea that would not only benefit him, but would be HILARIOUS!

Dr. Leland had arrived at work early that morning. As enjoyable as the sunshine was, the weatherman on the radio told Gotham that it wouldn't last very long. Nothing ever did in this city. She pulled into Arkham Asylum's staff parking lot and saw the Warden's car there. Either that man is very early or never left, she mused cynically. After she had set her thing down in her office and locked it back up, she went to the Warden's office to go over anything reports from last night. Coming to the large doors she checked her watch, then knocked on the door.

Warden Sharp opened the door, the stout man putting on a dark blue tie over a light blue button up shirt. The only thing missing was his jacket. He saw it was her and turned around motioning for her to follow him inside. Closing the door behind her, making sure it didn't swing hard, she sat in one of the chairs at his desk.

"Good morning, Joan, slept well, I hope?" Warden Sharp asked, not really sounding like he cared, walking around his desk to his chair still fiddling with his tie.

"I was actually about to ask you the same thing. Pull an over-nighter again, sir?" Joan crossed her legs, her folded hands cupping her top knee and watched him as he looked like would deny it, but just shrugged his shoulders in the end.

"You know I never counted on there being so much paperwork when it came to being warden," he commented. Joan could tell that he had no intention of telling her the real reason he stayed overnight and unless it was important, she didn't need to know.

"I suppose there are many aspects that we all didn't plan for. Speaking of which, did anything out of the ordinary happen last night?"

"No, no, everything was fine. Although one guard went to the infirmary last night." At Dr. Leland's confused expression, he continued, "Oh, nothing happened, he had passed out while on watch. Another officer found him and the doctor thinks he had low blood sugar. Running on fumes, I believe is the term. Perhaps mentioning to the staff that looking after themselves is as important as the patients they watch over, yes?"

"I'll see to it sir-"

Dr. Leland was cut short by a guard bursting into the office, looking a little panicked, in turn making the Warden and doctor stand up quickly.

"Sorry Warden, sir, but um.. you two should come see this."

Dr. Leland and Warden Sharp followed the guard at a quick pace to the penitentiary. The guard, seeing the Warden and the head doctor waved them forward, a questioning shrug from the guard made Dr. Leland even more anxious about what was going on. She was answered by a lull of awful singing voices. The echoing coming from the elevator shaft it seemed. As they approached the main nurse station, Officer Cash was already there trying to calm a paranoid nurse. He then turned his attention to them.

"Morning sir. Uh, they're singing," was all he could say, almost as if he couldn't believe it himself.

"I beg your pardon, Aaron?" the Warden asked, perplexed.

"What do you mean they're singing?" Joan asked him.

"Just as it sounds, Doc, hard to say how it started, just before the dayshift starting arriving, but now it's spreading. They're all singing together. When one song ends, another song is started up by one of the patients and they all join in." He turned to Dr. Leland, "I told the guards and nurses to not tell them to stop. Wasn't sure how that would affect the situation."

"Which area is singing?" she asked him, hoping it wouldn't confirm her fears.

"Maximum Security." Cash just looked at Dr. Leland and she knew. The Joker.

"So that's what happened. They all started singing, and we're waiting for them to stop. But we are going to have to resort to sedatives if it doesn't stop by noon."

"Why is that?" Harleen asked. That didn't make any sense.

"Because we must ensure all the patients eat. Because of this.. surprise performance, all patients in the maximum security wing didn't eat their breakfast meals," Dr. Leland came up to Harleen and Cash, looking non-too-pleased. "We need to ensure our patients stay healthy."

That makes a little sense. "I understand that, but no one has asked them to stop singing so they could eat?" They both looked at her like she wasn't serious.

"Doc, I had these ear plugs in. And they were still loud. Maximum Security Wing isn't just a large, long hallway, the hollow cells and high ceilings make it echo in there. And they are using that to their advantage."

Harleen bit her lip trying to think of a way to help. This would be a good show that she could hack it as a doctor. She thought for a moment of what she could do that ono one else tried yet. A small smile tugging on her lips, she looked to Cash, "Do you know where I can get a set of those earplugs?"

Joker couldn't contain his laughter. This was working out splendidly! At first when he started singing, a few of the other inmates just shouted protests. Poison Ivy shrieked at him to shut his mouth before she stitched it shut with one of her vines. Sweet lady. But after Joker sang back at her that singing helps him think and keeps the nurses busy from spiking their breakfast, it quickly got around what was happening. Now, Joker didn't know if anyone else's food was being drugged, but he definitely knew they all thought so now.

The wing of Maximum Security boomed and echoed with the worst singing he had ever heard. And it was truly music to his ears. It was rowdy rebellion, delicious defiance, beautiful dissent into chaos. It was madness at it's best. Criminally insane, those shunned from the world, cast out of the society he despised, dumped into an institution to be forgotten about.. were singing. Oh, somewhere Batsy's pointy ears must be twitching like crazy! Ha!

The last song had just ended. He was getting bored of the song choice. Hell, if everyone knew the lyrics, it's not so much fun.

"I got one for you chaps! Hahaha, snap along with the chorus!" Joker began snapping his fingers to a beat and they all started snapping with him. Some a little faster, others, slower, but it worked for him.

"When the world is full of care
And every headline screams despair
When all is rape, starvation, war, and life is vile
Then there's a certain thing I do
Which I shall pass along to you
That's always guaranteed to make me smile...
I go...
LOO-OO-OONY!
As a light-bulb battered bug
Simply
LOO-OO-OONY!
Sometimes foam and chew the rug.."

As if the gods of chaos were smiling, an unknown inmate a few cells down started "Da-da, da-da da-da, Da-da"

"Mister, life is swell
In a padded cell
It'll chase those blues away...
You can trade in your gloom
For a spacious, rubber room
And cocktail of injections twice a day.."

There, in the distance, he heard the faintest sound of the elevator. No one had come down since the singing began. Then a tapping noise sounded. A steady quick-paced tapping. No... as the tapping came closer, it wasn't tapping exactly. A bit heavier than that. Ah.. footsteps. Of course! Well, well.. who was braving to come down? His smile stretched as he laughed a little, taking a deep breath preparing for the next verse.

"Just go
LOO-OO-OONY!
Like an acid casualty
Or a
M00-00-NIE!
Or a preacher on T.V. .."

"Da da, da-da da-da da daa!" The inmates sang-sung to the eerie beat to the eerier song. Random laughter could be heard throughout. Joker mused that the insanity mixed with narcotics and a lovely tune must be making for quite a good time.

The person walking had begun snapping their fingers with the beat. He could tell because as they walked closer, the cells of the other inmates they passed, had stopped singing.

Now who would make them stop singing? Ol' Sharpie? No. Could it be Batsy?! Oh how WONDERFUL it would be if he came to hear my new debut song!

Standing as pressed up against the glass as he could, he continued singing, hoping his dear Dark Knight would know it was him.

"When the human race
Wears a hazard, anxious face
When the bomb hangs overhead
No, it won't worry you
Even if your kid turns blue
Just admit the wretched child was better dead!"

He glanced down the hall and was a little disappointed. It wasn't the Batman he had hoped for but his harlequin. Well, she'd do for now.

By the time she had reached his cell only he was still singing. She stood there, feet spread shoulder width apart, one arm curled just under her breasts, the other arm's elbow resting on her hand as it snapped to the beat, a smirk played on her face. He smiled at her naivety. So young, so stupid. But the gleam in her eyes caught his attention again. The little twit was actually enjoying this! Her cheeks a bit red, her breathing slightly unsteady, but she still kept watching him, doing her little part in his act.

"When you're
LOO-OO-OONY!
Then you just don't give a fig...
Man's so
PU-UU-UNY!
And the Universe so big
If you hurt inside
Go get certified
And if life should treat you bad
Don't get
EE-EE-EVEN
Get MAD!" Joker sang the last lines loud and proud to signify the end of his song. He bowed as he usually did at every performance he gave, but something happened this time he hadn't heard before.

Applause.