MAD • Joker x Harley Quinn (Book 1) ✓

Mister J

• session one | Mister J

“Harleen Quinzel.”

"I'm sorry, what?"

"My name is Doctor Harleen Quinzel, I am assigned to be your psychiatrist.." She dragged, sliding back up her spectacles in place,"Mister J."

"Ah.." A low, faint growl escaped the Green haired psychopath's red-tinted lips. Both of his arms wrapped around his own torso securely. "You're my new psychiatrist. Interesting." And he began laughing, a laugh that had instantly sent shivers down to the female's spine, giving her goosebumps and chills. His laugh still echoes through the dark, empty room, but soon began to fade when he leaned in forward to the metal table that had separated the two. "What a lovely name, Doctor." He smiled, a smile that went up to his cheeks, his silver-metal teeth shimmering as it became visible to the professional.

Doctor Quinzel then cleared her throat, from being dry by her sudden lost of words. She was told that the former psychiatrist assigned to the Joker himself got insane.

Maybe Doctor Harleen can achieve the impossible task of curing the Clown himself..?

Probably.

Not.

"So, let's start off." She straightened up her posture, her left leg crossed on her right and her left hand held the notepad while the other a pen, ready to take notes of the recent session. She parted her lips, ready to ask a simple question that may or may not be answered with a meaningful response.

"Shh.. Don't." Joker suddenly cuts her off with a whisper, that made his voice deeper and erotic. The intimidating look on his icy blue eyes made the professional tremble. "Don't speak with that pretty little mouth, hm?" He added on, sending a grin to the confused female.

"I appreciate your concern, Mister J." Harleen began, sighing right after as she looked down to the notepad that she rested on her lap. "But we really need to start this session." The small glance she gave to the psychopath who still has that devious grin.

He cackled, echoing through the silent room, "Blah, blah, blah.." A low growl escaped his lips, before smirking, "You know what reminds me of your pretty name, Doctor Harleen Quinzel?" He questions as his head tilted slowly, leaning forward, closer to the metal table.

"Harlequin," Doctor Harleen spoke first, not letting the male speak the name himself. "I get that a lot."

"Ohh.." Joker smiled, "It fits you perfectly, Doctor."

"Mister J, I—"

"Wanna hear a joke?" He smirks, his legs now supporting his upper body and his elbows rested on the table, supporting his upper body as well. His bottom lightly hovering above the chair he once sat on. "Just to make you laugh, doctor."

Harleen sighed, lifting up her rectangular spectacles again from her nose. "Fine." She replies, not amused at the clown that was looking straight to her.

Keeping her legs crossed, back straight, and her platinum blonde hair that is tied up with a black hair tie, rested on her right shoulder. She watched the Joker laugh before he spoke, "What's the name of the Joker's queen?"

"What?" The doctor replies, holding her pen to take note of the fact he said Joker's Queen.

Joker laughed, laughed like a maniac, like a psychopath he is. It was in a high pitch that made Harleen wince at the aching sound. After a moment, he slowly stopped laughing, and his eyes landed on Harleen's Emerald Green orbs, a light shade of gray in them. Making it somewhat unique for the Clown's eyes. "Harley Quinn." He smirks, before cackling in an insane manner.

Harleen gulped, gripping on the pen she held, her hand shaking, trembling. She was refusing to let the Joker in her head. Co-workers told her that he is dangerous and she needed to be careful.

She really needs that Goodluck.

"Are you scared, Doctor?" Joker questions, his head tilting side to side, painfully slow as he examines the female's trembling state.

"No." Doctor Harleen replies, her full body now calm, after taking a deep breathe, she stayed calm.

For now.

"Well you should be, Doctor Harleen Quinzel." Joker chuckled before sitting back down on his chair, his back now laying back to the chair as his smile never left his lips.

"Why should I be scared of you, Mister J?" She seemed intrigued at Joker's statement. And it might give her little information as well.

"Because I'm gonna hurt you really, really, bad."