Harley

Doctor Quinzel was sprawled out on the couch in her living room watching a late night reality TV show. She lived on the sixth floor of a respectable apartment building in downtown Gotham. She glanced over to her wall clock in the kitchen, it was almost three in the morning. Harleen didn't even try to sleep that night, she knew her mind wouldn't stop spinning after what happened earlier that evening. 

He brought out things in her..made her feel more complete as a person. The Joker brought out her wild side and for that she trusted him completely. Maybe that wasn't the smartest idea, but she didn't want it any other way. She knew this man was twisted and manipulative, but part of her didn't really care about all that, part of her could relate to it. She would find a way for them to be together, to fix him. As unprofessional as it was, she was in love with her patient.

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Joker

The crown prince of crime was walking back to his holding cell, escorted by four heavily armed officers. 

 The only prisoner that receives this sort of treatment. Flattery. He will never get sick of it.  

The Joker had just received another electroshock therapy treatment and was still suffering the side effects of the muscle relaxant. But that didn't stop him from swiping Dr.Serrano's cell phone out of her lab coat pocket during the appointment. 

Joker was now in the corner of his cell, at a angle where he knew all the cameras could't see what he was doing behind his back. He dialed a number on Doctor Serrano's stolen phone.

"Hello?"Jonny Frost, the Joker's henchman, answered with a deep voice.

"Frost, It's J" the Joker grumbled. 

"Oh Boss... uh, we just collected the floor plan and security codes and-" Frost started babbling and the Joker could tell by his voice he was already afraid for his life.

"Shut up, I don't have time for your shit. Be here Thursday night. I'm in max security cell two on the lowest floor. I need you to bust in here nine fifteen sharp, you got it?" the criminal commanded.

"Y-yes but, the security... It's complex boss." Jonny stuttered.

"You are getting on my nerves, Frost. I don't care what you have to do, blow the place up, just get me outta this shit hole." Joker demanded angrily through the small phone. 

"S-sure thing boss" the henchman said through the phone.

"Nine fifteen, Frost. And don't be late" he ordered as he hung up the phone.

***

It was their fifth session since the Joker was arrested and brought back the Arkham asylum. He was sitting in his usual chair across from the doctor. Their session was almost done and soon his entourage of guards would be there to take him back to his cell. 

"Doctor Quinzel." the Joker drawled out, his arms nearly numb from the straight jacket he wore.

"Ya know, I live for these moments with you" he admitted as Harley reached into her lab coat pocket.

Harley responded to his wooing words with a small giggle.

"What do ya got?" the Joker asked as he leaned into the table.

"I got ya' a kitty" Harleen answered smiling while she held up a small white stuffed cat.

"So thoughtful" the crown prince of crime said in his raspy voice.

She put the cat back in her lab coat before returning her gaze to him and pushing her loose bang back behind her ear.

She truly was a delightful thing to look at. Too bad he would have to kill her. 

"There is something you could do for me, doctor" Joker confessed as he tilted his head to the side with a smile.

"Anything. I mean, yeah." Harleen nodded now giving him her full attention. 

The Joker paused for a second considering his words.

"I need a machine gun" he stated giving her a serious look.

There was a piercing silence before she spoke.

"A machine gun?" she repeated hesitantly as she raised her eyebrows. 

The Joker's face twisted into a toothy smile as he let out a eerie laugh.

"But..we-"

"We have made so much progress, I've been helping you get better." she reasoned with a worried expression.  

"I know that. And I appreciate that. That's why I'm hoping...." he drawled out.

"Hoping, you can give me just a little itsy bitsy favor."

" And I know you think about me doctor, about what we could be"

After a long pause he knew he'd already convinced her before she spoke.

"Alright, Mr.J" she said with a smirk on her face.

"But, ya' have ta' promise me somethin' first"

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Harley

It was expected to be a peaceful night. There hadn't been any riots for more than a week. No crazy had somehow conjured a shiv that he knew belonged in the gut of yet another of the certifiably insane. Even the unseasonably mild weather was cooperating. So, atypical as it was, this was turning out to be a very good night indeed. 

But Doctor Quinzel knew better than that. She was waiting in her dark office just like he told her to. She had gotten him the machine gun, Harley temporarily disabled the security cameras in and around his cell and when she knew the guards would be switching shifts, she headed for the lowest level. Joker had given her specific instructions to do this while he was in his shock therapy treatment so she wouldn't run into any guards. But, she was spotted by two guards walking down the hallway to his cell. Harley straightened her posture so they wouldn't see the gun hidden beneath her lab coat and walked by them like she had every right to be there. She made it through the steel door located at the back of his cell, which was also disabled in the security room. She walked across the empty cell and slipped the machine gun between his mattress and the metal bed frame. Now all she had to do was wait.

"Come for me" she said to Joker in their last session.

"Be there, and I will" he had promised her. 

But she knew something was terribly wrong when she heard explosions tare through the exercise yard. Then she heard the guards positioned in Arkham's observation towers open fire on helicopters flying above. 

Harley hid beneath her desk for about ten minuets before she heard gun shots and shouting in the near distance. She thought about barricading her door as a deep voice came from the hallway outside her office.

"She's here somewhere" he said. 

"Fan out" the man ordered as the sound of heavy boots got closer.

"And don't forget, Frost and the boss want her breathing" Harleen heard the voice boom just down the corridor.

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Joker

The steel door to the medical wing was bolted shut from the inside. Five pouches of C-4 plastic explosives removed the obstacle. Jonny Frost, easily six-foot four, emerged from chaos and effortlessly held up his find.

"Got her, boss" Frost said to the tall, muscular figure standing in the shadows.

"Just where you said she'd be" Frost said with a smug look on his face.

Joker stepped out from the dark. He was tall, lean and ripped like a mixed-materiel-arts fighter. His metal-capped teeth glinted in the light. He studied the beautiful young psychiatrist. 

"Doctor Quinzel" Joker said holding out his arms with a wicked smile.

"How lovely of you to join us."