Harleen Quinzel is the new intern at Arkham Asylum currently working half time, still in school; she wanted to be a psychiatrist. She had gotten a gymnast scholarship at Gotham City University and had amazing grades in high school. She is being shown around by her new boss; they just got new patients (Yay!). Since her boss is extremely busy she got to do some patients on her own in a few weeks, instead of months. While taking a tour, she had noticed someone who looked really familiar, the Joker. Over the next couple of weeks she became extremely interested in him. Why does he kill? Who is he really? Did he have a troubled past (which is usually the case)? She wanted to know everything about him, the inner mechanisms of his psychotic mind.…show more content… It took about a week of crying about it for them to agree; she was almost sure they were tired of hearing it. On her first day she was ecstatic to get to her new patient, but she didn’t want to see him early, no she wouldn’t get much time with him then. She decide to make him a spot at the very end of the day, she could talk as she pleased. It was about 7:30 when she decided to go over, spending significantly less time with the others. The whole hall was silent; she listened closely to the sound of her own footsteps until she found herself in front of a highly defended door it was large, gray and cold to the touch. She swiped her card and the menacing door slowly opened, her heart was racing and her mind was eager. She fit nicely in the cold chair, a metal one with the old green paint starting to chip off. His dark brown eyes gazed at her like something was wrong with her face. He pushed back a strand of his long, vomit colored hair, that was a light brown at the root. “Um, Hi, I’m Harleen. You don’t have to call me doctor; I haven’t gotten my PhD yet so…” there was a long awkward pause “They, uh, sent me here to, uh-““I know why they sent you here.” He was still staring down at the floor, he had an odd voice but it soothed Harleen in a weird way. “They want to try to cure me, like that’s ever gonna work, and they sent the intern. They probably thought I’d talk to you, trying to get me…show more content… With jugging work, school and her boyfriend she started to get really stressed. She could always count on the Joker though; he was the only one really listening to her problems. She walked into her small apartment she lived there with her boyfriend of two years Andy. “I’m home!” she yelled throwing pounds of work onto the coffee table. “Finally!” He said coming from the kitchen, she plopped down onto the couch, “I brought you Chinese, but it’s probably cold known. You were there about an hour more than usual. Why are you spending more time with the deranged clown man more than me?” He asked placing his arms around her, “I never get to see you anymore.” “I don’t spend that much time with him I got some new patients; I have to stay later now.” She hoped he couldn’t see right through her lie, “And he’s not deranged, just … misunderstood, I guess he had a troubled past. He is actually quite a nice guy when he decides to talk.” “Really? How could you even begin to help that monster?” She suddenly got furious. “He is not a monster,” she tried to say as calm as possible, “and if you think he is you can come meet him, write an article about his progress.” “Hmm, OK I guess, but it’s probably going to have to wait until I’m done writing this one, and you have to stop obsessing over him and study for your finals, them I’ll
