The Joker sat in the therapy room he was grateful to at least be out of solitary, and happy to hear the plate that met with the Weed face had cost her a few teeth.

It seemed like a small price to pay considering how much she angered him.

Then he heard his psychologist Zack shuffle into the room.

Having some wets behind the ears kid try to pick his brains last thing he wanted right now, after all he hadn't even straightened out the tangled mess that was his thoughts yet;And the last thing he wanted with some intrusive doctor trying to get a peek what he was thinking while he did it.

Zack wordlessly put down his file on the Joker down on the table then took out a pen, and notepad so he can take notes on anything the Joker chose to say.

The Joker watched Zack as he ran his fingers through his slightly disheveled hair trying to tame it.

It was clear to the Joker that his psychologist had not slept well the night before, and as the Joker looked into the man's eyes he could clearly see that he was nursing a hangover.

Seeing a person like this in this setting was a rare treat for the Joker, and he loved toying with people when they were in the state.

He decided He was going to start with the usual question which was why these people never saw fit to take a day off.

Was it the fact that they called themselves doctors, or was it the fact that the young man was dealing with him and thought that if he did not show up it would be seen as a sign of weakness.

The Joker would enjoy playing with this for time then he would get the man to reveal more and eventually play with the root of the problem.

But as he looked into the young man's eyes all he could think of was the last person he saw in this condition.

The Joker sat staring at the gray wall, he knew his therapy session should have begun a long time ago; and usually he wouldn't care if the person trying to pick his brain was late, but this time was different.

He wanted to see if she actually bought the Funko Pop as she called it, and studied his tattoos.

He wanted the game to begin again, and he wanted to see her look on her face as she failed to figure out what his tattoos mean.

Then he heard the guards talking at the door.

They sounded sad, and a bit concerned, which was something completely out of the ordinary for them.

If the Joker ever heard them talk their voices were either hush whispers as they talk about sports, I filled with a monotonous that meant that they were just plain bored.

But this meant that something was clearly up, and the Joker just had to know what it was.

He didn't have to wait long because soon the door opened and Harleen walked into the room, but it was in a way that the Joker had never seen.

Harleen sat down at the table with her blonde hair disheveled, and in her blue eyes was a mistyness that made it clear to the Joker that she was holding back tears.

"Why doctor, you're so late today."The Joker said as he sat back in his chair.

"I know, I know it won't happen again I promise."Harleen said, quickly as she tried not to squirm in her chair.

The Joker stared at her in somewhat wonderment, he had never played this game with the woman before; and wondered how it would differ from when he played it with a man.

"I almost thought you had chosen not to see me, and after I had such a nice time with you last time."

"I wouldn't do that to you.

I care too much about my patients, to ever let them down like that."

"I can see that you do.

I just found it strange for you to be so late, when you're usually so punctual.

"Yeah well so one time thing and it wouldn't happen again." Harleen said quickly as she forced herself to make eye contact with the Joker.

The Joker returned her eye contact blankly and before she knew it she was talking about everything that had happened that morning.

"It all started this morning when I slept through my alarm, and I barely had time to get dressed.

I grabbed a pack of Pop-Tarts as I raced out the door, and ate them as I made my way to my apartment building's parking deck to find Roxanne.

"Is Roxanne your little pink convertible? " The Joker said with a small smile.

" No, she's my jet black motorcycle." Harleen said with a sly smile as she enjoyed the surprise on the Joker's face.

"Something tells me there's a story there. " the Joker said unable to hide his interest.

"I had just started college, and I knew that I needed a way to get around campus.

So as soon as I had free time I went down to the used car dealership, to see if I could find

anything in my price range.

How much to find a few cars within my first range but none of them really spoke to me you know?"

Harleen watched the Joker; he said nothing, but even without him saying anything she knew she had struck a chord with him; and knew that he had a car heading away somewhere that was just as flashy as the clothes he likes to wear.

"I was just about to give up my search when I saw Roxanne sitting all alone at the back of the lot, I asked the manager about Roxanne, and he said that it was just something his cousin wanted to get rid that he was going to have it taken off to the junkyard as soon as he had a free moment.

I looked at Roxanne and knew that she did look like she had seen better days, but my heart also went out to her because I knew with a little TLC she could be beautiful again.

I paid the man two thousand dollars and it took the extra four thousand to fix which was not easy to do because at the time all I had was a waitressing job which was meant to cover the expenses that my scholarship didn't.

It was all worth it because she's been with me ever since, but now I'm dreading how much fixing her will cost.

To make matters worse I had to take the bus, and the nearest bus stop is a block away from my apartment building, And it took me thirty minutes to get there.

Then I had to wait a whole hour for the bus to actually come back.

Then it was an hour ride across town,and while I was on the bus almost everyone was coming up to me trying to show me different things they wanted me to look at.

Then they got all snippy when they realized I wasn't the right kind of doctor for them.

The closest bus stop to this place is still thirty minutes away, so I was forced to walk again which took another thirty minutes.

But the worst part of it is that I didn't make any leftovers when I cooked dinner last night.

And since no restaurant will deliver takeout here; I have to eat the disgusting food that they serve here.

I mean it's not like I'm asking them to come inside.

I'd meet them in the parking lot, and they're still aren't any Cheese Curls in the vending machine; and my Pop-Tarts burned off like an hour ago and I'm getting really hungry."

"For once I completely understand how you feel, we all hate the food here too and to be perfectly honest it's one of the main reasons most of us break out.

I hate the food here, and most of the time I can't even bring myself to eat it.

They also won't even get penguin one measly fish stick, all because it's part of his psychopathy..

So eventually we all get sick of being given the shit, none of us will feed a dog if we had one and we break out.

Then the first thing we do is sit down to a nice meal.

Penguin has a nice fish, Two-Face has two nice meals cuz you know, and I have a change of clothes and down to a nice porterhouse steak.``The Joker said as he absent mindedly popped his knuckles.

"Maybe they think if you hate the food so much you guys won't want to come back."Harleen said as she ran her fingers through her hair.

"Aww poor doc It looks like you're just having one of those days, where you shouldn't have gotten out of bed.

She had one of those too."The Joker said as he lazily stretched his arms upward.

"Do you mean Pamela? " Harleen asked quickly.

She knew she shouldn't have asked him, and she also knew that he probably didn't know anything at all; but when he mentioned her first patient of the day, she couldn't help but wonder how she was considering that she wasn't there when she should have been.

"I don't know exactly what happened, but her cell is close to mine.

And I heard Dr. Arkham say that she needed to be sedated.

"Why would he do that without talking to her first?! "

Clearly you have to spend much time around Dr Arkham. " the Joker said in a voice that Harleen knew was clearly patronizing.

"No, I only spoke with him briefly during my interview." said not bothering to hide her annoyance at the Joker's seemingly constant display of arrogance.

"Well since it looks like you might be sticking around for a while I'll tell you one thing about the man."

Harleen stared at the Joker for a second and decided that whatever he's about to tell her was the truth.

"Dr Arkham is a sedate first ask questions later kind of guy."The Joker said as his voice dripped with what Harleen could only classify as extreme anger.

"This is all my fault, if I had been on time today I could have talked to her.

I could have made her feel better, then she wouldn't have had to have been sedated."Harleen said as tears started to roll down her cheeks.

" Don't do that."

"What?" Harleen said as she quickly wiped away her tears, and tried to regain her composure.

Cry over something you can't fix, it's pathetic and it solves nothing. " the Joker said coldly.

"She's my friend.

If I was there I would have been able to help, she would have listened to me and I could have calmed her down."

"If you really think your friends with that woman then you know nothing about her, or the place you want to work at."

"Shut up, you're just angry because all people aren't as cynical as you."

"As usual doctor you are way off, I am simply being realistic and it's time you were too.

The first thing you need to come to terms with doctor is that this isn't the soft ward that they have downstairs, where you give someone a box of tissues,a hug, and maybe a pill or two;then they're all better and it's like nothing was ever wrong with them.

This is the volatile ward and everyone on it has had something happen to them, that has shown them what the world truly is.

We all see the world differently, but we are all different so it can't be helped, and if you want my honest opinion I think Poison Ivy has been changed the most."

"Don't call her that, her name is Pamala Isliey."

"Poison Ivy is the name that she prefers because it was the name that was revealed to her after her rebirth.

Each person in this ward had one and after we had that, we won't ever go back to what we were before because it was a lie.

And Poison Ivy hates the entire human race, because she thinks we do nothing but abuse the earth.

"That's not true.

I know that there is a piece of who she used to be somewhere inside, and if I can get her to see that I can help her.

"Sweet heart."

"Shut up."

"Baby doll."

"Shut up."

"Princess."

"Shut up."

"You poor deluded little thing."

"Shut up!"

"I'm just trying to give you some advice."The Joker said, as he looked at Harleen.

"That's a lie, I know you're just playing with my pain, because your file says you're satice which means you like to cause pain!"

"That's true I do but I hate when a person lives in a delusion too, and your delusion is that is that Poison Ivy actually cares about you.

The truth is that she will never like you because you want her to go against everything she thinks is right because it's not what you would call normal.

"You're wrong, and I know that you're saying that because you want everyone to think the way you do."

"No you're in denial and if you were as good of a psychologist as you say you are you would know that."The Joker said he locked eyes with Harleen.

He watched her stare at him with unchecked anger in her eyes, and vagley found himself wondering what would be like if he could find a way to release her true anger.

Then the Joker wondered why he had thought that at all.

Yes she had a hidden side or two, but there was no way she could have an anger that would rival his own.

Then he quickly pulled himself from his thoughts as he saw that she was about to rebuttal.

"Look Doc I know you're just dying to come up with a reason why I'm wrong and you're right, but right now it would be in your best interest to listen to me."Harleen stared at the Joker as he used the voice she had never heard,It was gentle and seductive yet also authoritative.

Much like how his eyes could be at times, and before she was fully aware of what she was doing she found herself moving closer to him.

The Joker moved back as she moved closer, wondering what would make her want to do this.

Then he realized that it was the way he spoke to her,But that in itself left him with a question he needed to answer.

Why had he spoken to her like that?

He had never spoken to any of his prey like that before, but as he watched her move towards him he found the effect that his voice had on her intriguing; and decided that it might be fun to play with from time to time.

He moved towards her until their faces were inches apart. then he placed his hands on the

table.

"You showing up late to work today is the only thing that saved your life, because if you had come and seen her she would have killed you as soon as looking at you! "The Joker said, as he slammed his hands on the table.

Harleen jumped then her eyes widened as she felt her chair tip backwards.

Then her look of fear turned to confusion, as she felt her chair being pulled back to the table.

She knew what would happen if her chair had hit the floor.

There would most definitely be a clatter that he would find most enjoyable and she may have even carried a bruise two.

She assuredly would have been incapacitated briefly, but she knew that a brief incapacitation was all he would need, because she had read in his file that he had very good reflexes, not as good as a certain Cape Crusader was rumored to have but still very good.

She knew that he would have been on her in seconds, and could have done anything he wanted.

Yet he chose to save her and she didn't know why.

Was it that she had physically hurt herself when he wanted the chance to do it, or was it that he wanted to show that he was more in control then she was.

The truth was she had no clue, and she stared at the Joker as all these questions swirled around in her head.

The Joker stared at his prey as he pulled his barefoot back to his chair.

He knew that she was to figure out why he had chosen to save her.

The truth was he didn't quite know himself and for the first time, since he became who he was truly meant to be He felt unsure of his decision.

Why had he chosen to save her?

He knew it wasn't because she was having a bad day, on the contrary he actually took quite a bit of pleasure in that.

He hated how she always came in so cheerful, and like all the world's seemingly important problems we're just one little answer away.

Was it because she engaged him?

He never had any of his prey do that because they had all been too scared.

But today he saw underneath her sickeningly sweet side, lay a strong feisty side.

which he had to admit intrigued him, and then there was the fact that he had not gone toe to toe with anyone since his last battle with the bat.

Then he decided that playing with her feisty side might just be a little fun.

Harleen tried not to flinch as she watched the Joker's lips pull into a smirk.

Then she let out a breath but she wasn't aware she had been holding, as the timer dinged signaling the end of the session.

The Joker frowned as he had heard the timer ding,and watched her gather her things without

But what irritated him the most was that the session had ended just when he was starting to have a little fun

None of his sessions had ever been this fun and it was nice to have something stimulating happen, after being stuck in this under stimulating hell hole; so he decided to try and make it last a little longer.

"Hey doc, why don't you bring in that Funko Pop of me that you bought, then we can discuss my tattoos some more. "The Joker said with a smirk.

Then the look of confusion and fear on her face as she turned back to him, then quickly left the room made him laugh hysterically.

The dinging of the session timer brought the Joker back to himself, and as he looked at Zack he realized that he was the same greenhorn that he was before trying to tread water in the deep end when he didn't even know how to quickly left the room much like she had that day, but once again the Joker found no pleasure in it.

Then the guards came and escorted him to the cafeteria for lunch.