Joker & Harley Quinn, The Final Fight

The First Session

This chapter takes place about two months of a bipolar Joker and a hopeful Harley.

Harley put on her spotless white coat and drove to work. She passed the rusted gates and used her key card to enter. Harley sighed.

"Time for another day where I ask Olivia if I can have a session with Joker and end up getting a lecture about how he is too dangerous and how I will do nothing of the sort..." Harley thought, "Might as well ask again anyway..."

She walked through the halls and looked at the cells filled with criminals. She noticed that a lot of the people who had been injured on her first day had healed. She walked to the staff room where she would, once again, ask Olivia for a session. Just 5 minutes was all she needed, though she hoped for more time.

"Hi Olivi-"

"She's not here today, got sick... Anyway hi, I'm Miranda. I work here part time when needed. Olivia called me this morning and told me to come in today. I do the same job as Olivia, so any questions you have for her, you can ask me." Miranda smiled, but Harley already had a bad feeling about her. She didn't like her at all.

"When will Olivia be back?"

"Um, not sure, maybe a few days, it's not like her to miss work. She must be really sick. Oh, and you are.... you didn't tell me your name."

"I'm," Harley paused. Usually she would say 'Hi, I'm Harleen, but you can call me Harley; everyone does,' but for some reason, she didn't trust this girl enough. "I'm Harleen, my client is the Joker."

"Wow, didn't you like just start a couple months ago, I am surprised they gave you such a complex mind to work with."

Harley did not like Miranda's comment, she took it as an insult. "Says the girl who works part time, I bet she is too stupid to have a patient at all..." Harley muttered under her breath. Miranda hadn't heard her. Harley did not want to ask this girl for permission to talk to Joker, but she knew it was the right thing to do.

"I was wondering if I could have a session with my client,"

"Well, you may need someone with you, he is highly dangerous and you might need someone to... translate what he is saying, you don't want to work with such a mon-"

"NO, Joker is my client, and I would like to speak to him alone. I do not care if he is dangerous, and I especially do not need anyone to 'translate' his mind. I am a professional physciatrist with a FULL time job and can do my own work, thank you very much. Now, if you are so worried about how he is dangerous, just give him a body suit that straps his arms to his body for however long he is in with me. Now will you give me a session or not!?!"

Harley's face was red and she was now very worked up. Miranda was speechless, and offended. Harley had meant to insult her, she deserved it. Whatever Harley had said worked, however, because Miranda walked over to the staff phone, called the nurse, and asked her for the body suit Harley had mentioned, then she told the nurse to put it on the Joker at 1:00 for his session with Ms. Harleen Quinzel. Harley smiled, proud of what she'd accomplished. Miranda hung up the phone and walked back to her still warm seat.

"Thank you." Harley smiled at Miranda, although it was a smile of hate, and went to her office. She finished her breakfast and prepared for her session with Joker.

...

It was finally time. Harley was called down to the room where she would have her session with Joker. She practically skipped into the elevator and then into the room.

"Hello Joker, I have been trying to get a session with you for months so I hope this will be a help. I would like to ask you a few questions, remember that you can tell me anything, it's just you and me in here."