Title: Harleen Quinzel's undoing.

Rated: M

Disclaimer: I don't own anything related to Suicide Squad/Joker/Harley. I'm not making any money from the writing of this story. Language, dark themes and sexual situations. Read at your own digression.

Summary: The beautiful, maddening undoing of Harleen Quinzel.

A/N: My readers are awesome! Review! Feed the fuel!

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Harleen adjusted her designer glasses for the millionth time today, pushing them up her nose before extending her hand to Dr. Jeremiah A. Arkham. Although she knew she looked nothing but professional in her simple black pencil skirt and powder blue blouse his eyes wandered a little to far causing her squirm under his stare.

"Dr. Harleen Quinzel, sir."

"Oh I know who you are." Her boss assured with a grin, holding onto her hand just a little to long for her liking before he ushered her inside his office. "Top of your class. Eager young mind ready to help rehabilitate the corrupt here at Arkham. We're glad to have you, doctor."

She smiled up at him brightly as she recalled graduation night three weeks ago; ignoring the eye rolls and snide comments of her fellow classmates as she accepted her diploma. Perhaps she hadn't earned her merits the most honest way at times but she did what she had to make a name for herself. Her gymnastics training would only get her so far in life. Now she was a legit doctor! Ready to help these poor souls in the asylum.

"I think we'll start out with some job shadowing for a few weeks before we put you on your own case. Just to help you get the feel of how we run things around here."

Dr. Arkham smiled at her enthusiasm as he handed her a badge and key card with her official Arkham Asylum lab coat.

"Welcome to the team, Dr. Quinzel."

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"Dr. Leland. Let me introduce you to our newest intern, Harleen Quinzel. I would like for her to accompany you on your cases. Show her the ropes."

Harleen brushed a strand of hair away from her face, pushing her glasses into place once again. She idly wondered why she even bothered with the damn things - barely needing them to see. She wore them more as a prop to make her feel and look smarter among the more experienced doctors. As Dr. Leland studied her she hoped it was working.

"I've read your file, Ms. Quinzel. Impressive. Let's go grab some coffee from my office. I always need a cup before starting the day with Larry."

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"Larry is your average case of schizophrenic nervousness with touches of obsessive compulsive tendencies and habitual lying. We call him lying Larry. I've been trying to break him down for a month now but I still don't know if he's telling me the truth. It's quite frustrating."

Harleen held her pad of paper tightly against her chest as they emerged from the interrogation room leaving the oddly calm lying Larry to be dealt with by the orderlies. It was fascinating to interact with the patients of Arkham so soon. She assumed they would have her fetching lunches and filing decade old paper work for a while before she got to see a patient. She hung on Dr. Leland's every word as they walked down the hall towards her next case. A few rooms where open where doctors were talking with their patients - some stayed eerily quiet while others hollered or jumped from their seats. She couldn't lose her smile if she wanted.

"Our next patient's name is Karen. She's a sweet middle aged woman who also suffers from schizophrenia and obsessive compulsive disorder. She's very keen on germs so put this in your pocket and offer her some once were inside." She handed Harleen a small bottle of hand sanitizer to place in her jacket pocket. A moment later the hall was filled with a deep cackle of a laugh - coming from all sides it seemed as the elevator door opened and six orderlies emerged into the their path pushing in a patient in a wheelchair. Harleen's bright eyes went wide at the sight.

A tall lanky man with green hair sat in the chair; his arms strapped to his sides in a clean white straight jacket. His skin matching the bleached out color of the restraints as his head laid back in a howl of maniacal laughter. Suddenly Dr. Leland placed her arm out - pushing Harleen towards the edge of the hall so they could pass quickly. The patient caught glimpse of her with his head spinning - the loud laughing stopping suddenly as their eyes locked before he turned the corner.

"Who was that?" Harleen asked curiously - her gaze lingering after the eccentric man in the straight jacket. His piercing gaze embedded into her mind.

"I can't believe he's back... Batman must have caught him last night."

Dr. Leland glanced towards the intern quickly - pulling her thoughts back to the here and now. "That my dear is none other than The Joker. The clown prince of crime himself. Hope and pray you never lay eyes on him again."

Harleen let her gaze fall quickly at the thought - following Dr. Leland into Karen's room.

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A/N: More to come! Throwing this out there to see how you like it. I can't wait to show you my thoughts on Harley and Jokers time together in Arkham! Don't forget to review and let me know what you think!