Harleen Quinzel had so much potential to be one of the top psychologists in the city, or so was I told to believe by her references. But that all had changed when the clown had wrapped his manic claws around her neck. As soon as he made his move, Harleen's fate was sealed, and now she is nothing more than a pawn to the Joker's own twisted games. Upon hosting sessions with the madman, Harleen was swayed by his 'honey words' and with each passing week, she fell farther and father into the rabbit hole of madness. One story was involving an abusive father and a circus. Funny really, when he first came into Arkham, he mentioned about a wife who left him when he went mad. It matters not, she clearly became smitten with her patient and it was made even more evident when that fateful day had come when the Bat brought back the clown into our care, both were beaten, and bruised. The following night, she had broken him out of the asylum after she had deliberately disfigured herself in his image. Her skin now the same porcelain white, and her hair as pale as wheat. Odd, somehow I figured the colors would have been red, or maybe blue. But I suppose the pin and blue dyed tips are compensation for it. Nevertheless, as soon as she had escaped from Arkham with her 'Puddin' Harleen or rather the now christened Harley Quinn, named after the clown character Harlequin, had become what the poor boy is to the Bat, an accomplice to the clown's evils, and in her own way, is just as insane as the Ace of Knaves. God, it horrifies me of what anyone of us can become, if he gave into the cruel mistress known as madness. I only hope I can save both myself and my daughter Astrid from this terror that the Bat had helped unleash on my fair city.