Dr. Harleen Quinzel's POV:
Never in my life have I ever met anyone like him.
I followed Joan all the way to Joker's cell, which was underground and guarded by two armed guards. He was locked in a metal room, that had heavy metal doors that were locked down pretty good. On the doors it said, 'Patient 0010, Name: Unknown'. "Your sessions with him start today. You will have a session with him and Pamela each day for an hour each. If anything happens, or if he does anything, call for the guards and they'll take care of it. He won't hurt you as long as we can help it."
I nodded and watched as the guards opened the door to the cell, unlocking it slowly with tons of caution. I took one last look at Joan, and stepped into the dark cell.
I blinked trying to adjust my eyes to the lights as the guards flicked them on. I held my breath as I heard the door latch behind me and the many locks click into place. I looked around the room, but didn't see him anywhere, clutching my clip board tightly against my chest. "Hello?" I said quietly as I heard something moving behind me. I could feel his hot breath on my neck and I shivered as he laughed his signature laugh.
I turned around slowly to face his pale, smiling face, "Hello, Harley Quinn." His bright green hair was slicked back, and I couldn't help but stare at the tattoos on his face. Damaged, was across his forehead and on his left cheek under his eye was a tattoo of a J. His arms were pinned to him with a straight jacket. His lips were stained red with lipstick.
I gulped and tried to act like I wasn't scared, "You will call me Dr. Quinzel. Have a seat." I motioned towards the table and the two chairs that were across from us. "Of course, Doctor..." His voice sent chills down my spine and I shivered. He walked over to the table and chairs and sat down slowly, his eyes on me the whole time. I sat down carefully across from him trying not to fall on my face. I wrote down on the blank papers on my clip board, 'The Joker; Session #1'. "Um, let's get to work. Do you know why you do the things you do, Joker?"
Joker smiled, "If we're gonna be professional about this, Doctor, you can call me Mr. J."
I cleared my throat and shifted uncomfortably, "I'm gonna stick to calling you Joker, okay?"
"You know, you have really beautiful blue eyes." Joker said suddenly, making me blush a little. "So Harley...Do your friends call you Harley?"
"I uh, don't have any friends." I said embarrassed. Why do I feel this way? "Well, Harley, you got one now." He laughed his creepy laugh. "You got one now...."
Okay, this is... strange...
"Um, can you please answer my question, Joker?"
Joker sighed and looked down at the table, "You know my father used to beat me pretty bad." He looked like he was sad, "Every time I got outta line, BAM! " I flinched as he said the word BAM and started taking notes. He continued saying every word with a sad voice, "Sometimes I'd just be sitting there doing nothing and POW! Pops used to 'favor the grape' I guess you could say."
He looked down and chuckled, "I remember only one time I ever say my father happy. He took me to the circus once when I was a child. I can still see the clowns, running around, dropping their pants."
