The Letter (Joker and Harleen) UNDER EDITING

Her Name Is.....

                                                                     Joker POV
It's been a while since I've seen that beautiful psychiatrist, Harleen Quinzel, her name is so pure, so original, but I hate her. Because she made me feel like I did with her, and I refuse to feel that way again.

The guilt, the pain, and the constant need to kill myself for what I did to her was too much and I will not allow another girl to make me feel like that again, I've done a lot of things and killed a lot of people but I've never felt like that before ever in my life and I never will again.

But I do hope Harleen Quinzel comes back to me and I can try to break out of here. I heard she is Poison Ivy's new psychiatrist. Oh how I can't stand that viney SOB, but I really do grind her gears. I smirk at the thought I just had.

We've had our romantic moments, the part where she ties me up with her ugly green vines and I act all hopeless and then I inject some of my special toxin into her, she really hates this stuff.

But anyway back to Harleen, the reason I killed her little boyfriend is not because of jealousy , it was because he just wasn't right her or maybe he was I don't know, I just thought it would make a dramatic moment and she would start hating me besides I hate it when people try to fix me.

I for one, think that there's nothing wrong with me, I mean I kill people. And? Does that make me different or needed to me fixed or helped as they call it. No. All they do to help you is electrocute you until you forget everything memory you ever had, even the good ones. So please tell me how that is fixing me. If she does come back and she tries to use electro shock therapy and erases my mind, I will personally make sure that she truly knows heart break after I'm done with her.

I will admit it to myself, I do still have some good memories that I wouldn't mind keeping, even though I like the edge, those memories keep me from falling off. If anyone takes that way from me, they will surely know the meaning of The Joker: Deadliest Criminal of Gotham.

And don't get me wrong I love me, I love every part of me and that won't ever change. I have a temper so people don't need to test me. I love being in control, I will always be in control. If we are in the relationship I am the dominant. I am not a family man, I am a business man, I do a lot of work and go on a lot of heists and I love robbing banks. Speaking of that, I need to get my boys to check on my club, it's probably in debt, but once I get out of here, I'll just kill the guy who tries to take my hard earned money.

I'm starting to think so much, I keep forgetting what actually made me think of all this things to begin with. Oh...Harleen. God, she is the bane of my existence. I mean, sure she's beautiful and has just as beautiful blue eyes as I do, but come on, you're just gonna die because of a.......

Oh, nevermind, I'm not one to talk. Well that's what she gets and I'm not apologizing for it so she just gonna have to get over it. What's done is done.

                                                                   Harleen POV
It's been a while since I've had a session or seen Joker. I think it's kind of refreshing. I've been making good progress with Red, I think I'd also go as far as to call her my best friend, I've never had a best friend. Well besides...Adam. God, I miss him so much, it's killing me. It's been four weeks since he's been gone.

It's 8:15 in the morning, I take a big breath and let it out. "You can do this, do it for Adam, he wouldn't won't you to let your world stop spinning because he's not in it." I tell myself, but he was my world.

I sigh and get out of bed, get dressed and head out.

I head to my office, ready for another session with Red. I sit down in my chair, 5 minutes till my session with Red. Then Lauren comes in, "Hey, Harleen, how are you hun?"