Harley shook the thick miasma of intrigue from her mind that Miss Ivy exuded. It was like walking through a cloud of perfume at the mall, yet the combination of fumes was alluring and inviting rather than suffocating. With the introduction of these thoughts and being relatively new to the asylum, she struggled to recall places. "Sector 5-" She said with a look on her face as if she were shoveling through a filing cabinet.

"The recuperation ward of the hospital." A voice answered her from an adjacent doorway. She looked up to see a shadowed face with a smug look.

"John?" She startled, "You work here too?"

He shook his head in annoyance, "I've been here longer than you have. And it's Dr. Crane now."

"Right." She looked at him for a long time, unsure why she felt uncomfortable with the idea that he was working at an asylum. They had been classmates at Gotham University, although he was ahead of her in years and ranking. He had quite the obsession with morbid topics of study. She felt that he had the same question about her qualifications for the position.

"Don't get lost like you did at our alma mater." He scoffed.

Her eyes narrowed. "If you'll excuse me, I have a patient to deal with."

With that, she turned her head and took a determined stride after the guard ahead of her. Her main priority was in the recuperation ward.

Harley could see a collection of guards at the recuperation ward's doorway awaiting her arrival. She nodded in affirmation and they nodded back. She could see the fear apparent in the younger one's eyes. As they walked in together, the first thing she saw was the Joker with a knife pressed against the pale skin of a nurse's cheek. It felt odd that in the pit of her stomach the initial emotion she felt was akin to jealousy. She took a deep breath through her nose and the Joker could sense that it was her. His eyes locked with Harley's and a smile crept up on his face. Her eyebrows went from furrowed to concerned as she could see the dilation of his pupils. As she examined his face, she could tell that they had him on a heavy concoction of drugs- the dosage and prescription of which she had not recommended. Even if he were insane, they had to know that forcing him to swallow a sea of horse pills wouldn't improve the situation. On someone like the Joker, it wouldn't force them into a submissive, languid state. No, it would only fuel the chaos that resided inside of the shell of his body that often resembled a human male. This was the beginning of her recognition of how much of a man that he remained. Was he ever? Or was he truly some tangible form of the chaos that gripped Gotham, born out of the hysteria of its citizens?

With a flash of his teeth, he pulled back on the knife and the tearing of skin mixed with screams of agony echoed off the clean white walls of the infirmary. Vivid crimson blood mingled with lucid tears, forming a river or fluids streaming from the nurse's body. Again, Harley felt something tugging at her heart, which she couldn't grasp. She swallowed and found her voice, "Who has been medicating this man?" She shouted. The guards and staff turned to her as if they were horrified with her concern for the patient she was treating. She didn't need to justify her actions; she wasn't the one here to protect the nurse! That was the guards' job- at which they were failing. So, turn to them with your disgust! She repeated with more conviction, "I said, who has been medicating this man?" With wide eyes, they shook their heads in uncertainty, glancing around the room.

Though his vision was blurred the Joker could catch the stubborn look on Harley's face and the fists clenched at her sides in obstinacy. She was the only one without a petrified look on her face. This seemed more interesting than the feel of the warm fluids seeping out of the pawn before him. So he let go on a whim. As he did so, the guards rushed over to tackle him. With a swift impact, he felt the air rush out of his lungs. Trying to laugh in this state was the most fun. Harls had left him breathless, hah! On the other hand, the heap of guards left the Joker unconscious.