Hi everyone, so I am Sooooo new to this. I have enjoyed so many fanfics before and wanted to give it a shot. This is a Joker x Harley story, not a one-shot either so it should progress.

Disclaimer- I Don't own these characters or anything in my stories related to DC thanks and enjoy. X

Chapter One

Today was the day, she was ready. She worked hard to get here and she wasn't about to slide. All her efforts in college paying off as she now stood at the foot of two huge iron gates. Arkham Asylum. Her dream had become a realization as Harleen was escorted through the white concrete halls. She was intrigued by the criminals that were displayed behind the glass barrier between them. She always had an attraction to big personalities.

"Doctor Harleen Quinzel, Welcome to Arkham. I'm Joan Leland." A slim women with bronze skin gave her a firm hand in which Harleen returned, the women's stance was stable and professional.

"Hi Joan, thank you I am very pleased to be here." The two women proceeded down the hall.

"I must say, when I saw your grades I was most impressed, with grades like that you could have chosen any career. What made you choose to be an apprentice at Arkham?" Joan asked Harleen curiously as she directed her in the direction they were walking.

"Thanks Joan, I guess I've always been interested in big personalities and intrigued by the way people work, find out what makes them tick, and help them of course."

"Well, I'm glad to meet someone who believes these people can be helped as much as I believe they can. But I will warn you, these people are dangerous and will not hesitate to damage you if they can."

"I know Joan." Harleen responded with a smile. The women stoped out the front of an office door a small mounted plaque with golden letters spelt out 'Dr Quinzel'. Harleen couldn't help but laugh to herself over the sight.

"This is your office, Harleen. I hope you will find all you require." Joan said spilling a smile.

"Thanks Joan" Harleen said as she opened the door with the key she was handed.

"And remember Harleen, be careful. If you ever need anything don't hesitate to come see me." Joan warned before giving her a smile and walking off down the hall.

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Sirens whirled outside the thick walls of Arkham as police escorted a black truck into the yards of the asylum. Security in Arkham was alert and the air was intense, a commotion was stirring along one of the halls, broken up by a cackling that sent chills down the spine. It had been about three months since Harleen had started at Arkham, and already she had shown much progress with her patients despite so far being assigned a new patient nearly every three weeks. Harleen was passing by down a hallway when a hoard of bulky orderlies, came her way cutting her off as they rushed down the hall. Curiously Harleen peered in the direction the orderlies hurried in, the mob of commotion edging closer to her.

She stepped back wearily as the group passed her, eyes searching the mob of doctors, nurses and orderlies for the cause of all the commotion. Then she saw him. Body bruised and slumped between two buff orderlies. Eyes drooped, tired, blood trickled from his mouth staining his red lips a darker shade, stray hairs from his green locks dangled mindlessly upon the pasty white flesh of his of his face. A dark smile was planted on his rich red lips as he basked in the attention he received around him, till he caught her eyes. His smile softened into a sly menacing smirk as he glared at her. Harleen was taken aback as the he stared at her, she was mesmerized by his face, structure and of course… His scars. There gaze was soon broken as the group moved and continued down the hall. Harleen watched as the mob faded off in the distance, Joan had made her way up behind Harleen as she stared after the group a dissatisfied look upon her face.

"Pathetic isn't it." Joan stated grimly Harleen turning her attention to her, a curious look in her eyes.

"What?"

"The Joker I mean."

"Oh. I haven't had a chance to see the news. What happened?"

"The moron was caught robbing Gotham bank, with a bunch of thugs. He shot three of his men dead and went too fled. However this time the Batman got to him and dragged him here for treatment. A waste of time really."

"Oh my god… but why would trying to help him be a waste of time?"

"Because Harleen, a man like that, if you could even call him that, is too far gone to be saved. He's a loose end. Every doctor who has ever attempted to 'save' him was left in ruins or unsuccessful. He reveals content that have sent good doctors, mad from the trauma of his tales. Or he would refuse to talk entirely."

"I see."

"Patients like him are a tough case. Very rarely do we get even moderately good results, even with all the sessions they receive. That is why they are a waste of time. I believe nearly everyone has a chance of recovery. But some I believe will never change." Joan finished, placing a hand on Harleen's shoulder before walking off down the hall, Harleen stood in the walkway still intrigued by her recent encounter.

Chapter one done, I know it was very short and I hope it wasn't too rushed. But there is more! In the next chapter that is. Haha till then please review I could use all the help I can get. x

This was Edited. R.E