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Harley Quinn knew what people said about her,the rumours that she was obsessed with her mistah J that he beat her to a pulp but she saw no wrong in that, that she wanted him to be the one to kill her that was how deep the infatuation went

Lies that was what they were. She hated the way people thought of her but it had to be done puddin had his reputation to upkeep that's why he didn't squash those rumours, that's why people looked at her with pity.

She hated it but it was worth it. If people knew he actually cared about her, that he was soft it would not be good,for anything so she kept her secret between her and her puddin.

Her puddin had actually never laid a hand on her not once. He never hurt her like that and he never called her stupid and unworthy or any of the above - except when they were fighting but she called him plenty of mean names too so it didn't count did it? - he never hurt her on purpose which she appreciated very much.

When she'd met the joker he'd been her patient and she'd been his doctor as an intern they wanted to know if some fresh young eyes with a different perspective would help after they'd exhausted every experienced doctor trying to help him well stop him from hurting others more like.

She remembered when she first met him she'd been expecting some rabid animal intent on manipulating her twisting her mind intent on killing her until she gave up and ran for the hills
As he had done countless times before. She'd been shocked by the intelligence behind his eyes as he sat there looking content in his straight jacket.

When she came in he looked shocked at her age,her clothes or her, she never found out -probably was her age given that she was wearing a long skater skirt with a blouse tucked in with flats,her glasses pushed up and two pencils holding up her hair and one tucked above her ear for writing with - she told him her name was Dr Harleen Quinzel and she'd be his doctor from now on would you please tell me what you'd like me to call you?

She'd smiled at him expectantly waiting for any reaction but all she got was a brooding look "are you all right" she'd asked he looked at her and she could see the hurt in his eyes "they have me an intern" he'd replied "what are you  16,17? Is this work experience are you even allowed clearance in here or are you just some crazed fan?" He'd asked

"um well actually I do have all my qualifications and completed university and I do have clearance here because I really am your doctor. They thought it would be best to get someone young with a new perspective, oh and the fact that all your other doctors have have run away screaming and I mean that literally and I was the only one left willing to do it, didn't hurt" she'd told him her indignant tone probably not professional

"all the other doctors have run away screaming really? I thought we all seemed to get along fine" he asked an innocent yet inquisitive look upon his face "well you seem to be the only one with that opinion I'm guessing most people wouldn't like to be attacked or handed a picture of either their family or themselves being tortured or killed" I told him "well some people just don't understand friendship will you appreciate my drawings doctor because" brushing away a tear that wasn't there "I seem to have no friends left" he seemed to smirk under his almost glasgow like grin

"I'd love to be friends with you why don't you tell me a bit about yourself" I asked taking the opening to get our conversation back on track "only if you tell me a bit about yourself doctor" he replied "well that does seem fair" I agreed an expression of disbelief crossed his face before settling back into its usual grin "ok first things first I have to call you something" I said repeating my previous question

"feel free to call me the clown King,the supreme,sir,mr or you know the joker because that's actually my name I have it on a plaque outside my door you know" he said proudly "I know that's how I knew where to go but I would rather I could call you something we both liked I'm not calling you the clown King,or the supreme or sir -" "that just leaves two options left doctor" he interrupted "or one" I said feeling a moment of clarity "I'll call you mr joker" I said proud of myself it was polite yet not too informal and it included joker which was a name he was obviously very fond of