Summary:

Set not too long after the dark knight, Joker goes back to arkaham and meets his psychiatrist and soon to be Harley Quinn. Basically it's 'Mad love' done with a different type of Joker and Harley (aka Nolan verse) Mostly done from Harley's side of everything, joker is a hard character for me to write for and do justice with.

I do not own the characters used in this flick, just a HUGE fan writing a story for personal enjoyment.
So without futher a do…

Rated M just to be safe : ) there will be abusive themes, D/S relationship(to the best of what I can do)

Chapter one: The beginning

Harleen Quinzel walked down the halls of Arkham for the first time while interning. Another doctor, Ross, was taking her on a tour of the place. Harley was an intern at the asylum, and had hopes of being a Dr. "This is where we keep our high profile patients." She said as they passed a bunch of cells with plastic see though outer walls. "Also what is called our supper criminals are placed here Dr. Harleen" Harleen noticed the famous scarecrow in a cell. He was known mostly for causing a mad panic in the slums of Gotham. He had a gas that once inhaled would cause the subject to see their most personal and private fears come to life. Harleen shook a bit at that thought, and turned to see the infamous Joker pacing in the cell across the hall.

"You gotta admit there is something strangely glamorous about these types of criminals." Harley said as she looked, almost memorized by the man behind the glass. He was a mystery to everyone. No one really knew much about him; he escaped Arkham during the panic that scarecrow caused and he made a hell of a name for himself. It was said that when criminals wanted to scare each other they told Joker stories.

"Yea but these are the people that will gladly eat you up, and a few might actually like it." Harleen walked over to the Joker a bit and saw him stop pacing and he walked up to the glass and looked straight into her eyes. They seemed to pierce through her and made her feel naked in front of him. His eyes lit up with mischief, and a grin was plastered on his face. She quickly stepped back and went to join Dr. Ross. "As I said most of them will eat you, and some of them will do anything to break you." She said as she nodded at the Joker. "You have to remember that he is still a hardened criminal, especially that one. He's been through most of our staff and many other doctors have quit after a few sessions with him."

"He's interesting." She added already knowing a bit of his background from newspapers. A part of her thrilled to know more though, she wanted to pick that mind of his and find out everything about him.

"Don't think that you can exploit him. I've heard about how some students hope to get some kind of book deal."

"Oh never," Harleen said almost offended, "I'm here to help others. I've always been attracted to extreme personalities, and Arkham has a fair share of those." She said with a deceiving smile before they both headed off to see other parts of the facility.

A few weeks into her internship she walked into her office to see a red rose sitting on her desk. Her eye brows knotted together as she reached out to read the tag that was attached to it. 'Come and see me soon – J' was written on it. It took her only a few moments to piece together who sent it to her.

"Why did you send this to me?" She asked him as she approached his cell.

"I like you Harleen Quinzel, do you know that if you rework that name a bit you get-"

"Yea Harley Quinn, like the clown; I've heard it all before." She said as she fixed her dyed blonde hair into a hair bow.

"A name like that brings a smile to my face." He smiled wickedly at her and without his make up on his scars where even more defined. Harleen felt something inside her flip, what it was she didn't know. There was something about him that seemed to draw her to his eyes, she shook her head and took a deep breath. She had to get rid of those thoughts.

"I bet the staff would love to know that you've been out of your cell." She said as she regained her senses.

"If you were going to say anything you have already done it, Harley."

"How do you know I haven't already?" She asked him and he laughed at her.

"Oh I like you, got some fire in you toots. Keep that up, and I might just tell you a few of my secrets." Harley turned and walked away while the Joker stood there with a grin on his face. He knew she would be back, and he would be ready.

Harleen never forgot that day, and worked extremely hard and diligent to prove her worth to the facility. It took half a year, but she was eventually able to work with him. His file was surprising thick, and yet there was barley anything useful within the papers. His name was unknown; age unknown, but there was an expected age range 26-32, family unknown. A few pages for dental records surprising barley any work was done on him, physical showed he was in good health expect his lungs seemed to have acclimated a lot of chemicals.

Then there were the many pages with all the different diagnosis the other doctors wrote: Schizoaffective disorder, Delusional disorder, dissocial personality disorder, antisocial personality disorder, Bipolar disorder, amnesia, Impulse control disorder, Insomnia, Intermittent explosive disorder, Narcissistic personality disorder, Obsessive-compulsive disorder, Obsessive-compulsive personality disorder, and Paranoid personality disorder were the disorders that Harleen recognized from the list.

Harleen sighed as he looked at the long list, what did she get herself into? This man was god only knows how many shades of messed up. She got out the patient recordings and started to listen hoping to find something that would help her.

The Joker was chained up sitting down in a new office yet again. He chuckled to himself thinking that he scared off yet another doctor. How many of those are still here? One of them was a patient now! Joker laughed at the thought wondering how Scarecrow or dear old Dr. Crane was doing now.

His laughter died down as the door opened up behind him. He heard a pair of heals walking up from behind him. "Oh Harley is that you?" He asked already knowing that it was.

"How do you-"

"You're the only doctor that wears high heels in this place; most of the doctors don't have the legs to pull it off." Harleen's cheeks instantly turned red at the comment. "It looks like my request was finally made."

"Excuse me?" She said as she pulled herself together. What was he talking about, some kind of a request?

"I've been asking to see you since we first met." He smirked at her, "Looks like it paid off."

"Why were you asking to see me?" She asked as she took out her pen and paper to write notes.

"Why wouldn't I? I'm curious about you Doc. Most people run away and despise me, yet you didn't look at me with hatred like the rest of them… why?" He asked.

"Well I guess it's because they see what you've done in the past as what defines you."

"Don't you?" He asked.

"I see that, but I also see what you could become with some help."

"Oh don't spill that crap out at me." He laughed at her, "You don't honestly think I can change."

Harleen felt a bit of pain in her chest, she was just trying to help him. "Honestly?" she said a bit of anger spilling through her voice, "I don't know it's all to you. I can't cure you, you have to do that. If you want to stay in this life forever then by all means keep it up, but if you want something more –"

"I'm not like the rest of them." He spat out. "Living their lives in a blur not knowing how fragile their world really is. It just takes someone like me to come along to show them that."

"So you believe that the world is fragile?" He looked at her in a way that said he was not going to repeat himself. "And you believe that batman made you this way?" she asked remembering some of the things she watched and read about him.

"I was always a little out there as a kid, but batman was that little push to do more. Yes I could be some common criminal ripping of the mob, but batman gave me so much more to love for."

"And that would be?"

His face turned into that creepy smile, "to show just how messed up the person the city looks up to actually is. Think about it, some guy dressed up in a bat costume running around the town and stopping crime. This guy has to be suffering some kind of-"

"He probably had some kind of traumatic experience as a child. I personally think his trauma comes from something crime related-" She stopped noticed that she was off course. He had control of the conversation, which was bad she remembered from school. She took a deep breath, "But we are not here to talk about how Batman became Batman, but how you became the Joker."

There was a knock on the door and two guards walked into the room. "Same time next week." Joker laughed as he was already getting carried away from the room. Harleen nodded, once he left the room she looked down at her notes.

Joker: Charming, a bit flirty, wanted me to be his doctor? He's curious about me? Doesn't think he can change, thinks his past defines who he is? Apparently something happened in past, he's not going to share anytime soon, believes he is different from the rest of society, he might be dissociated from society/ believes to be fragile, manipulative?

Not too much was discussed, but for it to be their first meeting she got quite a lot out of him. She smiled before putting her papers into his file.

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Ok so that's the end of the first chapter, do ya'll like it? I'm trying to follow the basic set up that is Harley Quinn (huge fan of hers) and I try to keep it similar to how she actually is in the comics/batman series, but still make her compatible with the Dark Knight Joker and put my own spin on her at the same time. So yea…. PLEASE REVIEW! This took a few days, many edits, loads of extra reading on Harley Quinn and the Joker to get it where it is.

*~ashley~*