The next time Joker and Harleen met for a session, the pair of them spent the whole two hours wrapped up in each other. As the clown was re-dressing himself, he looked over his shoulder at her, and smirked.

"Its time, Harls. Go find Johnny tonight, he'll be at my club, Funhouse. Tall guy, black hair, beard, you can't miss him. Give him that card and he'll explain the rest."

"Am I seriously going to do this…"

"You want to be with me, right? Then I gotta get the hell out of this place."

Giving a light sigh and a nod, she smiled at him and pulled her hair back into its normal style before replacing her lab coat. Walking over to her, he slipped his arms around her waist and pulled her against him with a grin. She returned his grin, her arms moving up around his neck.

"Johnny huh? Does this Johnny have a last name?"

"Frost. He'll be glad to see you, I'm sure."

Looking over when there was a knock on the door, Joker released her and she moved over to answer it. On the other side was the guard that the clown had befriended. Stepping back to let the crime boss out of the room, Harleen watched as the two walked off towards the rec room. At the end of her shift, Harleen left the Asylum, and after a bit of driving, found the club in question and ventured inside. The second the doors opened, the thudding music caused her to wince slightly. Casting her eyes around the large room, she caught sight of someone who matched Joker's description of Johnny, and approached him.

"Excuse me…"

"Hm?"

"Are you Johnny Frost?"

"Well, that all depends on who's askin."

Pulling the Joker card from her pocket, she handed it to him and waited for his response. Taking the offered card, he peered down at it and smirked.

"You must be Dr. Quinzel. Been wondering when the boss would send you. Come on, we've got shit to discuss."

Following the man into the office area of the club, she took a seat on one of the white leather couches. Johnny sat across from her and ordered a drink, with Harleen shaking her head when asked if she wanted anything. Once the drink got there, Johnny took a sip before setting it aside and pulling a set of blueprints from his bag.

"Alrighty, doc, I need you for one thing. When we break through the wall, you need to get the boss from his cell. Me and they boys will handle all the guns and explosives. Think you can handle that?"

The doctor shot the man a lifted eyebrow, causing him to chuckle and down the rest of his drink. He only asked her one thing, and that was the best time to break in.

"Uhm, security seems to be more lax at night when everyone is locked up."

"Alright. We'll go in tomorrow night."

"Tomorrow? Already….don't you need time to plan?"

"We just made the plan, doc. Any time that will work better than others?"

"I…I'll have him for a session around eight, so I guess then?"

"Alrighty then. See you at eight, Dr. Quinzel."

Nodding, the woman stood up and headed for the doors, getting into her car and going to her apartment. Entering said apartment, she went into the kitchen and grabbed what was left of a bottle of blueberry vodka. Pouring it into a glass, she rooted in the fridge for some lemonade, and sat it on the counter next to the blue alcohol. Opening the lemonade, she hesitated before setting it back down and simply downing the strong drink and putting the pitcher of lemonade back in the fridge. Letting out a hiss at the burn of the Vodka in her throat, Harleen went into her bathroom and took a nice hot shower before settling in a chair with another glass of alcohol.

"Am I seriously going to help break him out…I must be insane."

Downing the second glass of vodka, this one cherry flavored, the woman watched the sun fully set before going into her room and laying down to try and sleep. The next day when she got to Arkham, she passed by Joker's cell and took a quick peek inside. He looked up from his sketchbook and sent her a wide, silver-filled smile. Giving him a small nod, she continued on her way to her office. Since Joker was the only patient she had a session with that day, she busied herself with random tasks around her office until the door was opened and the clown was shown inside.

"Mr. J…"

"Did you find him?"

"Yeah…they're coming tonight, during our session…"

"Wonderful! Proud of ya, Harls."

Almost as soon as the words were out of his mouth, chaos erupted in the halls. The sound of an explosion and machine gun fire echoed around them, and the door was blown open. Joker gave a smile when Johnny entered the room, aiming a gun at Harleen.

"Good to see ya, boss. What should we do with her?"

"Mistah J! You promised!"

Stopping in his tracks, he turned his head and smirked at Johnny.

"Mmmm, I did make a promise…bring her this way, Johnny."

Hoisting the doctor over his shoulder, the man followed his boss down the hallway and into a room. Harleen immediately recognized the room they were in, and started to fight. She was pushed down and strapped to a black table, and Joker lowered a light so it shone right in her face.

"Whatta ya gonna do? Ya gonna kill me, Mistah J?"

Joker laughed, throwing his head back and putting a hand on the table next to her head. While laughing, he turned and picked up the pair of electroshock probes nearby.

"Oh no, I'm not gonna kill ya. I'm just gonna hurt ya…really…really…bad…"

Right before he pressed the probes to her skin, he put them down and took a belt from one of his henchmen. He folded it and lowered it in front of her lips, simply waiting. Taking the hint, she opened her mouth and bit down on the leather, meeting his eyes for a moment before he picked the probes back up. Pressing them to her temples, the man watched as her eyes clenched shut and her body fought against the straps as she convulsed on the table. Holding them against her head a bit longer than needed, when he did pull them away, she had round red marks on both temples. Setting the probes aside, he lowered his hands and pressed his fingers against the marks. Straightening himself, he walked around the table and unstrapped her before taking his purple coat from one of his men.

"Boss?"

"Hm?"

"What do you want us to do with her?"

Turning again, he saw Johnny with his gun aimed at Harleen's face, ready to pull the trigger at the order. Seeing her laying where she was, Joker couldn't bring himself to order his right hand to shoot her. With a low growl, he walked over and scooped her up in his arms.

"She's comin` with us. I've got plans for her."

"Like what?"

"I'm going to break her. Turn her into the perfect, psychopathic sidekick. If I'm the King of Gotham, she'll be my Queen."

Johnny smirked and holstered his gun, the group making their way out of Arkham and to the waiting vehicles. On the drive back to his apartment, Joker looked down at the woman out cold in his arms, and was shocked to find he felt a little remorse for what he'd done to her.

AN: Here's chapter 6 guys. I think this is going to be the final chapter in this prelude! I DO have a sequel to Finally Home in mind, but I'm gonna take a bit of time and work on some fan-requested oneshots! If you have any requests, let me know via PM!