King And Queen Of Gotham (JokerxHarleyQuinn)

Chapter One -A Psychiatrist and A Clown

The room is dark with one window that the sun was able to shine though for about 30 mintues. A rusty old table sits right in the middle of the room with two chairs, that I swear would brake if moved on too much. The walls a dark gray with years and years of dirt stained the walls. The room smells like piss, shit, and the smell of dead rats. Gross. The asylum hates the workers and the patients.

As I sit and wait for my first and only client, The Joker, I read though his file for the 100th time. I wonder what happened to him to make him do such monsterous things. Over 200+ murders, robbery, theft and possibly even more murders that are uncounted for. I stare at his picture trying to figure him out. I don't see how he could be a cold hearted monster, hopefully, I will soon.

"Dr.Quinzel. He's here."

"Okay." I take a deep breath standing and straightening my skirt. "I'm ready sir."

The door creaks open with a high pitched scream. Damn. Don't they take care of anything in this place?

All I can make out is a tall shadow of a man as he stands in the door way, but then he smiles flashing his grill. One of the guards push him into the room making him laugh.

"You are the first to go." The joker laughs before turning to me. He is in a straight jacket making me feel so much more safe.

"We will be right outside ma'am. " The guards close the door behind them, leaving me in the room with the murderous clown.

I open my mouth to say something but he cuts me off.

"Dr.Harleen Quinzel." He smirks at me. "So you think you can fix me?" He sits down in the chair across from mine.

"In fact I do." I follow his actions. "I think I can crack into that brain of yours and fix your insanity. " I smile folding my hands on top of the table.

He just smiles at me. "Ask away sweetheart."