I'm back! It didn't take long for me to start writing again, I've had so many different ideas in my head and hope to write them all eventually.

Brief AN:

As the summary says, this is a story based on the relationship between The Joker and Harley Quinn (my new obsession). The key word is BASED, Klaus and Caroline's relationship in this story will not be exactly the same but I will take a lot of aspects of JxH's relationship and incorporate it in the story. Writing Klaroline like this is a challenge so bear with me but I'm very excited for this story!

Also, I know not everyone likes The Joker and Harley's relationship and that's fine but DO NOT read this story if so! DO NOT cry in my reviews and inbox about not approving of this relationship dynamic because bluntly, I do not care and there are people who do like it and actually want to read it. With that said, enjoy :)

Smoothing down her black pencil skirt with sweaty palms and fixing her white lab coat, Dr. Caroline Quinzel walked cautiously opening the door of the therapy room.

It was cold, bleak and dim but this was Arkham Asylum after all. The home for the worse of the worse criminals and psychopaths, there was no better fitting atmosphere.

It was her first day and she was already assigned her first patient, a special patient.

She heard about him before, how couldn't she? He was the clown prince, nemesis of the knight, the murdering psychopath of Gotham.

His reputation spoke for himself but Caroline was intrigued as much as she was nervous. In a sense, after briefly skimming through his file, she already felt a connection with him.

He was already waiting for her inside, staring at the cement wall. Dressed in grey sweatpants and a straightjacket, sitting up straight in the cold metal chair with an unreadable expression on his face.

Caroline gulped.

Just being in the same room with the most dangerous man she'd ever encounter was chilling. He didn't look up at her until the door made a loud noise when she closed it shut.

A gasp escaped the blonde doctor's pink lips as their eyes finally met, his gaze as intense as his presence.

Caroline discreetly cleared her throat, the black heels she was wearing clicking loudly on the floor as she made her way over to the table.

"Hello, we're just going to do a quick psychiatric evaluation." Caroline simply explained.

She fought off a blush feeling his eyes follow her every move until she sat in the chair across from him.

She sat up confidently, placing his file in front of her on the metal table. Crossing her legs and avoiding eye contact as she flipped to the first page of the folder, putting on an unbothered facade.

He couldn't help but smirk.

"Doctor?"

Caroline instantly looked up at the sound of his beautifully accented voice.

- He's British?

Their eyes intensely met again and Caroline was taken aback, finally setting in on his appearance.

He had flawlessly pale skin, wide blue green eyes with dark bags under them as if he hadn't slept in months. You would never guess anything was wrong with him based on his relaxed demeanor and calm tone, he seemed 'normal'.

Caroline bit her inner cheek, shifting her attention from his face to his short dark blonde curls and his naturally seductive red lips.

He was attractive, very attractive actually to the point where Caroline caught herself staring a second too long.

"If you wanted a peep show, love all you had to do was ask?" He teased with a smirk.

Caroline playfully rolled her eyes. "Shall we begin?"

"Snappy." He teased with a smirk, leaning forward. "Are you just itching to hear my tragic story, Doctor?"

She swallowed. "Not every story has to be tragic."

He scoffed. "Come now, love you think you end up in a rut like this if you had a loving background, a caring family and healthy childhood? You think too highly of us."

"Do you want to tell me your story?" Caroline asked, dodging his comments as she folded her hands together on the table.

"I would think you would already know. My finest moments have been on every billboard, magazine rack and newsstand." He proudly informed.

"I don't want to make any assumptions. I want you to tell me." She claimed.

He tilted his head staring at her blankly as if he was studying her.

Caroline felt red creep up her face in flattery, his stare set her skin on fire. She tucked a strand of her blonde hair, that escaped her bun, behind her ear. Shifting in her seat slightly as she waited for his response. The man defiently had a way of intimidating you without even having to say a word.

He sat back in his chair, letting out a heavy sigh before nodding his head for her to continue.

She nodded back. "Okay..." She opened his file furrowing her eyebrows. "Oh...umm, you look much different from your profile picture."

"My mugshot." He corrected.

Caroline nervously cleared her throat. "Yes, you had green hair when you were admitted?"

He shrugged. "I went through quite the rebellious phase."

Caroline nodded. "You want to talk about that?"

"Not particularly." He quickly answered.

She nodded, slightly frustrated how short he was being with her.

About 10 minutes flew by with them sitting in silence just staring at each other. This session was equivalent to pulling teeth, Caroline thought she was stubborn until now. Until this irritatingly fascinating man proved her otherwise and frustrated every bone in her body as much as he thrilled them.

She sighed. "Look, we're not breaking any ground here and you're completely missing the point of this experience."

His eyebrows raised. "This experience?"

"Yes, this experience of me helping you and trying to make sense of who you are and what you do."

He looked at her curiously.

"People don't just do things to do them, that's not how it works. There's always a reason behind everything; a story. Everyone has a story even you."

She sighed, fixing her reading glasses on her face. "I'm here to help you, okay? I'm not going to judge you or punish you, that's not why I'm here."

"Then why are you here?" He asked softly.

"To understand you." She simply stated.

A barely visible grin appeared on his lips, so small Caroline would've missed it if she looked away.

She wanted to understand him.

She wanted to sympathize with him.

She wanted to comfort him.

- Excellent. Klaus devilishly thought to himself.

"You make quite a convincing case, love." He said with a smirk.

Caroline grinned. "Thanks also I'd appreciate it if you didn't call me 'love' during our sessions, it's not appropriate."

"Then what else am I to call you Doctor?" He innocently asked.

"Caroline, Caroline Quinzel." She answered shyly.

"Hmm, Caroline..." He recited, sending unwanted chills down her spine.

Why was the sound of her name falling from his full red lips so...soothing?

"Well it's nice to officially meet you, Doctor Quinzel." He sang her last name with a smile.

Caroline pressed her lips together, attempting to suppress her smile. "You too..." She glanced at the name tag in his folder. "Niklaus?"

"Are you asking?"

"You have a few on this list: King of Gotham, The Joker-"

"That one actually has a fun story attached to it." He claimed with a chuckle.

"Care to share?"

He briefly considered. "Another day."

She happily nodded, flashing him a wide smile. "So what can I call you?"

He sighed heavily leaning back on the cold chair.

It was obvious Caroline was attracted to him and quickly and oddly enough enjoyed his company. He wasn't going to act like she wasn't one of the most beautiful women he's ever seen. Instead he would use that to his advantage, it would make his plan easier. She saw someone to befriend while he saw the perfect opportunity out of here.

His tongue discreetly ran over his bottom lip. "Niklaus is the name my father gave me, please call me Klaus."

She loved his name.

"Okay Klaus, now that introductions are settled we can start. You mentioned your father, do you want to talk about him?" Caroline asked pulling out her pen and notepad.

"I wanna talk about you."

Klaus's answer surprised her, leaving her temporarily speechless till she snapped out of it.

"Umm, that's not really how this works." She clarified with a soft laugh.

He scrunched his forehead. "You wanted me to talk."

"Yeah but about you..."

"Everything you need to know about me is in those papers."

"Klaus-"

"Unless you have a folder the size of a textbook with every detail of your life handy, I wanna talk about you Doctor Quinzel." Klaus firmly stated, leaving Caroline speechless.

This was wrong.

It was her job to get inside his head not the other way around, he was the patient and she was the therapist. Him asking personal questions about her was unprofessional but, why was there a small part of her who craved it?

Craved his attention, wanting him to dive into her thoughts and unravel her. Caroline wanted to open herself to him in ways she never had with anyone. There was an invisible magnetic pull between them, she couldn't break it and she didn't want to.

Caroline shyly flipped the loose strand of hair out her face again. "There's really not much to know about me."

Klaus scoffed. "I find that very hard to believe."

She anxiously bit her bottom lip.

The pale skinned man scooted up in his seat. "I'm sure being a doctor for the criminally insane wasn't your only life goal, so tell me. What are your hopes, your dreams, everything you want out of life?"

Caroline hesitated as her stomach began to flutter, playing with her fingers.

"I-I don't know I guess I want what everyone wants..."

"Which is?"

"Love, passion, adventure-"

"Danger?" Klaus interrupted.

She stared at him longly, a spark igniting in her blue eyes.

The blonde anxiously played with her fingers and crossed her legs. "Yeah, yeah some danger."

"Is that why you became a psychiatrist? Do you feel that seductive pull of danger when you're talking to murderers and mad men?" His question catching her off guard.

"Tell me Doctor Quinzel, do you get a thrill out of talking to me? Getting into my head and unraveling my dark past? Do you get off to it?" He boldly asked making Caroline gasp.

Her mouth opened but no words came out, her red colored cheeks proof of her embarrassment.

Klaus amusingly smirked. "It's alright, you know?"

Caroline looked at him nervously.

"Curiosity. Discovering the darkest aspects of yourself, wanting to befriend the demons in your head can be scary; terrifying even. But most of the best things in life are. People like you, want to fit into society norms to the point where you'll willingly live inside of a cage of who you are."

She took in every word as if it was from the Holy Book. Deciding not to question him on the 'people like you' tidbit, she stayed silent as he continued.

"You can't expect the world to accept you if you can't even accept yourself." He smiled, exposing his perfect off-white teeth for the first time since the session began, relaxing Caroline's tensed body.

"But if you let that happen you'll lose who you are..."

"Or you'll realize you've never felt more like yourself." Klaus concluded with a smirk.

Caroline felt as if she was in a daze just listening to him speak.

Every word escaping his lips sounded so fluid and entrancing. She could listen to him all day without feeling bored, he had to be the most fascinating man she had ever met. Klaus seemed so intelligent and confident about himself and life, a trait Caroline never related to. But he awoke something within her, with just this brief conversation. He made her want those endless possibilities, tap into her inner self and see what she finds.

Something dangerous yet appealing, a feeling she wanted to explore and share with him.

"You're quite wise." She said.

Klaus shrugged. "I like to think so."

Caroline nervously smiled, removing the glasses from her face.

"Wow." He said breathlessly.

Caroline furrowed her brows as she looked around the room. "What?"

"You're beautiful." He complimented with a smirk that set Caroline's entire body ablaze and heightened all her senses.

In her 24 years, no one had ever taken such interest in her. Sure, many men have found her attractive but none have genuinely called her beautiful. No one took the time to sit with her and ask what she wanted in her life. Or asked about her passions and interests except for the seemingly dangerous man across from her in a straightjacket.

Caroline didn't know how to describe the feelings she was having or why she was feeling them, it was just...right.

"Umm, thanks..." The blonde whispered, trying to fight off a smile by nibbling on her bottom lip as she drew her attention back to his paperwork.

Klaus smiled wide at her bashful reaction.

He got under her skin quicker than expected, she was already naively swooning and entranced by every word he spoke.

He had her exactly where he needed her.

And so it begins...

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