Chapter Two

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Harley woke up on the couch covered in pillows and blankets. She didn't want to sleep in the same bed that Jess and that girl was in.

She got up and walked to the bathroom, took a shower, slipped on her Arkham Doctors Uniform, combed her hair and brushed her teeth. She went into her small kitchen to eat breakfast. She fixed herself a piece of toast and a bowl of Lucky Charms cereal. Harley just couldn't stop thinking about last night. After she ate she started to call her friend to take her to work.

Thirty minutes later her friend Bernie pulled up, She hopped in and they drove to Arkham.

"Hey Harles, how you doin'?" Bernie asked as she hopped into the front seat of the car and sat her purse on her lap.

"Terrible, I just caught my boyfriend cheatin' on me with another girl! Plus that same night my car broke down and some creep kept talkin' to me!" Harley whined. Bruce sighed heavily.

"Oh, hey Harles I'm sorry." Bernie said sincerely. He took one hand off the steering wheel and placed it on her hand and held it. Harley smiled to herself. Bernie was her best friend since highschool. He was always there for her.

"Looks like this is my stop." Harley smiled as she gave his hand one last squeeze and let go. Bernie waved her bye as she grabbed her purse and started to walk into Arkham.

She showed her ID to everyone who needed it. Soon enough she was in her office, thinking about last night.

"Doctor Quinnzel, its time for another therapy session." Dr Leyland said as she walked in her office. Harley nodded and took her clipboard and pen and walked straight to her next patient.

She went towards the door and noticed guards outside it. The guards let her through, one of them stopped her by grabbing her shoulder.

"Careful, he's dangerous, but don't worry guards are going to be in there just in case." The guard informed. She nodded and walked in.

Then she saw the patient sitting there was wearing a hood. He looked exactly like the guy from last night but that couldn't be possible, could it? She sat down in front of him and sat her things down on the cold, steel table.

"Hello, my names Harleen Quinnzel and I'll be your psychiatrist, but don't think of me as a doctor think of me as a friend." Harley said. He chuckled a deep laugh.

"Oh yes, I know who you are, my dear." The man said. I looked at him strangely. Then she just reached for the hood, but this time he couldn't stop her. Harley took it off from his head and saw he had green hair, a pale face almost white, a tattoo on his forehead that read Damaged.

He was The Joker.

"Remember me?" Joker asked and smiled. Harley didn't know how he got out, or how he knew her, they haven't even met before this was their first session!

"How did you-" Harley started but was interrupted by Joker, "Didn't I tell you so last night. That boy never loved you. But I know who does." Harley shook her head no.

"Yeah you were right, Now please can we please start the session?" Harley questioned. He shook his head yes.

A few hours of asking him questions and nothing, he wouldn't tell her anything. As she walked back to her office she saw Batman, the famous crime fighting crusader who is still unknown.

Batman walked towards her with his serious expression still emotionless.

He spoke Seriously.

"Harleen, I need to speak to you."

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