Dr. Harleen Quinzel's POV:
When I woke up, I sighed. Time for another day of work. I sighed and buried my face into my pillow and then glanced up at the clock on my night stand. 7:15 a.m. is what it read.
"Time to get up, Harleen." I told myself, slowly sitting up and stretching. I had almost an hour to get ready, because I didn't have to be at work until 8:45 a.m. I had a pretty decent job as a psychiatrist in Gotham City at Arkham Asylum. It was a good job, although I did have some weird patients like Pamela Isley aka Poison Ivy. She was a weird mutation of a plant and a person mixed together. She had green skin like a plant and had strange markings of leaves and vines in her skin. Her red hair was normally wild and kinda frizzy and she always had a smile when we went through our sessions. She had no mental problems what so ever, she just loved plants, and hated the fact that humans were so careless and cruel to her fellow plants. "Nature always wins." She had told me when I asked her why she felt like she needed to break laws and cause destruction.
I got dressed quickly in my normal work attire; A white button up shirt, a grey skirt that ended right above my knees, and some black high heels. I put on my glasses and my white lab coat, and applied my makeup, throwing my hair up into a neat bun. Then I made my way to work quickly. I was told by my boss, Dr. Joan that I would be getting a new patient today. "I'm warning you, Harleen. This patient has been known to be very dangerous, and is famous for several horrifying crimes. Every other psychiatrist he's ever had either gets killed, or kills them self. There are very few occasions where his therapist have lived, but they all refused to talk to us about him, and quit being his therapist almost instantly. Are you sure you're ready for this, Dr. Quinzel?"
I nodded trying to hide my fear, "I assure you I can handle this patient. What is his name?"
Dr. Joan sighed, "Well, we don't exactly know his real name... You see, we have no real evidence to show who he really is, but he does go by a name."
I gulped, "What does he go by?" Please tell me she's not talking about him...
"The Joker." Joan answered.
"You can't be serious? You have The... The Joker. Like, The Joker, not some guy pretending to be him?" How can they have the biggest criminal in Gotham City? I had read about him in the papers several times and I knew what he was capable of doing. He was highly dangerous and was known for playing several mind games on people. He'll have you smiling up till the minute he cuts your throat, and then he'll carve a smile on your face to match his wide smile. That evil smile that never goes away... I knew that smile, and honestly I was scared to meet him in person.
"The Batman brought him in yesterday. He's been here several times before, but always manages to get out. Are you sure you wanna do this Harleen? I can give you another patient instead-"
I interrupted her, "I've got this, Joan. I'm fully determined that I will fix him. Please? I can do this."
Joan looked like she was almost faint, but motioned for me to follow her, "Then follow me."
