Session one

Harley shifts in her seat, anxiously awaiting her new patients arrival. A knock at the door gets her attention.

"Come in."

The guard walks into the room, shoving Joker ahead of him before shoving him into the seat across from Harley. He looks her over and smiles, the guard looks over at Harley uneasily.

"Dr Arkham says I have to be in here for the first session...because of the incident and all."

"It's alright. Do you mind standing by the door?"

"Okay, but if he makes any sudden movements I'll have to come closer."

"Fair enough."

The guard gulps at the Joker as he glares at him. The guard walks over by the door and leans against the wall. Harley smiles at the Joker in excitement and anticipation. She pushes down the button on her tape recorder.

"Dr Quinzel overseeing patient 6235683, otherwise known as John Doe, otherwise known as the Joker. Hello, how are you liking Arkham, Mr Doe?"

"That's not my name."

"Well, if I knew your name, then I'd happily call you by it."

He chuckles lightly.

"Did you really think it was going to be that easy, Doc? You're going to have to do better than that."

"Alright...so what do you like to be called? Because I can't call you by the name you use."

"Actually Doc, I've never gone around calling myself that. No, like most of lifes problems you can blame the media. I'm not some nutjob that runs around with a potato sack on my head or anything. I'm one of a kind...like you."

"As charming as that is, as you put it, you're going to have to do better than that. But I still have to call you something, any preferances?"

"What about...J? It's simple and original. So now you've got a name out of me Doc, what's yours?"

"It's Doctor Quinzel."

"No. I mean your full name."

"That would be unprofessional."

"And your point is...?"

"I'm not allowed to give you my first name. It might give you the wrong idea."

"And what would that be?"

"That I'm not just your doctor."

"You see Doc, the thing is, how can you expect me to...let you dig thru my brain, if you don't trust me enough to give me your name. Trust is a two way street."

Harley bites her lip in slight annoyance.

"Dr Harlein Quinzel."

Joker pauses for a moment before his face lights up with excitement.

"What. A. Name. If I may say so. It's absolutely perfect, a little work and you get...Harley Quinn. A perfect name. And I should know. Who knows, maybe we're meant to be."

"J, that's enough about me, let's talk about you."

"If you insist. Ask away Doc, for you, I'm an open book, but...only for you."

Joker glances over at the guard and then back at Harley.

"Um...okay...Michael!"

The guard jerks his head twords Harley.

"Is something wrong Dr Quinzel?"

"Actually I need you to step outside for a few minutes."

"But Dr Arkham said..."

"I know, but please...just this once?"

The guard glares at Joker before stepping out and closing the door behind him. Harley smiles at Joker.

"So, where should we start?"

A/N: Hey everyone, sorry for ditching this story. I haven't even written anything for it in three months! But I've decided to post what I already have written. I hope you guys like it and who knows? I might get some creative juices flowing.