We're All Insane

Chapter One

-Misunderstood-

Dr.Harleen Quinzel-
I walked down the tattered hallways of the old warn Asylum back to the comfort of my small office.My last session with Poison Ivy still fresh on my elegant mind,she seemed to be getting better although I couldn't come up with a prognosis.

Diagnosis-paranoid disorder?

She seemed to misunderstand some of the situations and after my first session with her I had managed to understand her paranoid tendencies.She was wary of me from the moment I had stepped into the room-although now coming up to our 11th appointment she seemed to give me longer and detailed answers.

Without a knock to signal his arrival one of the guards burst through the door catching me of guard.His plump hard face stiff as he spoke to me,almost like a man with no emotions."Dr.Quinzel, you're needed immediately at Dr.Arkham's office"he spoke quickly,I closed my notes making a mental note to come back to them later and we walked rather quickly to the man behind the Asylum,Dr.Arkham.I knocked and the door was immediately opened by a flushed Dr.Arkham.

"Come in" he spoke rather quickly closing the door behind me.

I was confused,did somethings happen?Did I do something wrong?
My thoughts was interrupted by Dr.Arkham speaking rather fast,his words jumbling together."An inmate has just been transferred from Gotham city prison,and since you've had amazing results with the rest of your patients I was hoping you could have him as your patient?"he asked pleading with his eyes.

Well was this inmate dangerous?Was he a murderer or was he just unstable?I had so many questions but decided against asking them."What's his name?" I asked deciding to get the basics first before jumping the gun.

"We don't have his name in record in fact we don't have any registered information on him at all but he refers to himself as 'The Joker' ".He spoke looking carefully for any emotion in my eyes or face a hopeful twinge in his eye.

I was intrigued,the Joker,he was the guy who likes knifes instead of guns,he robs banks,kills people,he's diabolical and he has that intimidating smile but there was something about him that I liked.Something about him intrigued me.

"The joker"I spoke testing the name on my tongue,"I would like to think I could help.When do you want me to start?"I asked nervously awaiting his answer.

"Now?" He asked with slight demand in his voice.Relief flooded his features from my willingness to take The Clown Prince Of Crime under my professional order.

"Okay,what room is he in?"I asked walking towards the door deciding it would be best to see him now rather than have a long conversation with the old brute who ran the Asylum.

"Room 242,oh and Harleen?" He spoke raising his head from his desk.

"Yes?"I turned to face him opening the door.

"Be careful and keep focused"he spoke "I would hate to see you suffer from his vastly different mind".

"Will do Dr.Arkham".I pulled a tight smile to reassure him.Walking out of his office I decided to take onboard his advise and to stick to it.

I walked down to the room Dr.Arkham said the Joker would be in and stopped out side nodding to the guards who gave me a empty folder with the name "Joker" on it.I politely smiled at them,but they showed no emotion and just stood back from the door allowing me to fit between their builds.

I swiped my Id on the side of the door about to open and endure an hour with my new patient but was stopped by the guard.

"Doc,did you want us in with you during your examination with the clown?"He spoke as if he wasn't actually asking for my approval.

"First of all it's Doctor Quinzel and second,I do not appreciate you referring to the patient as a clown he has a name"I spoke pulling a piece of my hair away from my face."To answer your question,no" I spoke walking in through the door and slamming it behind me.The slam echoed in the small room and I could feel a cold breeze against my neck.

Before I could turn around I heard laughing,the Joker,as I turned around I saw he was sat in a straight jacket with a small ray of sunshine on his pale white face.His green, short hair was combed back tattoos covered his delicate skin complimenting his complexion.

I walked over to my seat and he kept his eyes on me as I sat down."Hi,I'm Dr.Harleen Quinzel and I'm going to be your doctor what would you like to be called?"I spoke trying to sound professional.

"Oh my dear, please call me Mr.J"he spoke his smile still evident.

"Okay,Mr J so how are you today?"I asked liking the ring 'Mr J' had to it,it suited his character.

"Well doc,I'm absolutely fine"he spoke smirking turning his head to see me better.Before I could ask another question he spoke again."Do your friends call you Harley?".

I sighed,"I don't have many friends"I spoke truthfully.

"Well you have one now"he smiled again.His smile not as terrifying as on the news,it was less...intense but still intriguingly special.

"You know if you rearrange some of the letters you get Harlequin!"he let out another laugh sending chills over my body.

"Yeah I know I've heard it before"I smiled slightly.

"You could be Harley Quinn" he licked his dry red lips,the crimson shade reminding me of blood.

I sighed again smiling slightly,but carried on asking him questions he wouldn't tell me a lot of answers but he did tell a few like how he got his pale,white face.

3 knocks on the door signalled that it was the end of the session.

"Till next time doc" he laughed again,each time he laughed it seemed to change.

The guards came in and pulled him up harshly."Excuse me,do you mind being less harsh?" I spoke sternly not liking the way they dragged his around.
They ignored me completely,still being aggressive.

Mr.J didn't seem to mind though he just started laughing and blew a kiss at me.I walked back to my office and looked at my notes,I had nothing.He had distracted me from my work and I found myself feeling pitiful.

Diagnosis- misunderstood?