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DISCLAIMER: Based off of characters created by Bob Kane, Paul Dini & Bruce Timm and set in the universe of David Ayer's Suicide Squad. I own nothing except a piece of paper and a pencil with which I write my fan fiction

"Listen, Harleen, Gotham is no place for a beautiful young girl." Mason said, over the phone.

Harleen held the cell-phone to her ear with her shoulder as she dug in her purse for the bus pass. "You're just worried some young Gothamite's gonna steal me away." She said, teasingly as she handed it to the bus driver and took her seat. "I've been here a week already and no one's broke into my apartment, come onto me or threatened to take me out to dinner."

"I'm not kidding, Harleen." Mason said, worry in his voice. "You still haven't told me if you got the job at Arkham or not."

Harleen was quiet. She had before she'd even moved but with how worried Mason was about her, she had been hesitant about telling him. "I'm, uh, actually on my way to start my first day."

She heard Mason swear quietly. "That's it. I'm coming up there. You're gonna get yourself killed."

She took a seat on the bus and sighed. "Mason, you are to finish your degree, do you hear me? You're not gonna throw all that away just 'cause you think I can't handle myself."

"It's not like that, I know you can handle yourself against the average asshole but Arkham Asylum's full of freaks, psycho, serial killing meta humans!" Mason continued.

Harleen thought it was thrilling, but she kept her mouth shut. "I love you, Mason, but I've gotta go over my paperwork one more time. I'll call you when I get off tonight, promise." She said.

She could hear the frustration in his voice. "Love you too. If I don't hear from you by ten I'm on the first bus." The line clicked.

Harleen tucked her cell phone in her purse, taking out the files she'd received from Dr Arkham. She had one more secret from Mason, as bad as it made her feel, she would succeed in saving the Arkham Asylum inmate known as the Joker from his demons. Then she would laugh in the face of all her psychology professor's who'd told her she didn't have what it takes to make it.

Arkham Asylum was abuzz. Despite all the staff's hard effort, the inmates had heard they had a new doctor coming in. Fresh meat; and they were insufferable. You couldn't walk through a single hall without hearing the endless questions and threats.

Dr Joan Leland remembered what it was like to be new at Arkham, how everyone wanted to break you. Even your fellow doctor's.

She'd been in charge of interviewing Ms. Quinzel and she'd actually told her no, several times, but she was so, damn insistent. Joan was convinced she wouldn't make it through her orientation.

Harleen Quinzel was going through the security check when Joan arrived at the door. She waited patiently for Tom to buzz her through the gate. She extended her hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Dr. Quinzel. I'm Dr Joan Leland, we spoke on the phone."

Harleen smiled, shaking her hand with the enthusiasm of the young trying to be professional. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Dr. Leland. I have to say, I'm thrilled to get this opportunity."

Joan gave her a patronizing smile. "I'm sure that will wear off soon." She said. "Come with me. I'll give you the tour."

"When am I to meet with Dr. Arkham?" Harleen asked.

"Once I've shown you around, I'll take you to his office." Dr Joan explained. She explained the safety procedures to Harleen as they took the elevator down to the first floor offenders. "And here is the group you'll be working with." She began.

"Dr Leland," Harleen began. "I understand that most people start with the first level criminals and work there way down but I specifically studied sociopaths in college in the hopes of working with the Rogue's Gallery."

Joan stopped at the end of the hallway. "With all due respect, Harleen, you're not the first young blood to come in here and request the Rogue's Gallery and I can tell you with utmost certainty that you will not be assigned to anyone down there in your first week. Probably not in your first ten years, if you make it that long."

Harleen bit her tongue, as they made their way to the staff quarters.

"The break room is right through there and offices are down this corridor." Joan continued. "Once you meet with Dr Arkham, I'll show you to your office and you can begin going over your files. Your first session will be tomorrow."

Harleen nodded as they stopped outside of a room. The plaque read Dr. J Arkham, psychiatrist.

Joan watched her, looking for signs of wavering. It looked like Dr Quinzel would take a little while before she ran away in fear of the nightmares of Arkham Asylum.

Harleen practically threw her files on her desk. She had two patients, one was a mere burglar who thought he was Catwoman's son and another who only spoke in Shakespeare quotes. She sighed, sitting in her chair. She knew she would have to give it a real go if she was going to make her way to the Rogues Gallery, to the Joker.

She was going to become very quickly reliant on caffeine in this position.