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Published: 2013-08-21 07:17:02 +0000 UTC; Views: 2240; Favourites: 37; Downloads: 7
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I always found how Harley and joker got together really interesting
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What's happening here is Harley recreating their first time meeting, wanting to start over.
Here's the written scene if you're interested:
A heavy door snaps open after an oddly colorful card is swiped.
A blonde doctor in glasses walks inside with a file-folder.
The door locks shut.
She says: Knock-knock.
An unseen figure in the dark replies: Who’s there?
She tells him: I’m Doctor Harleen Quinzel. I’m your new therap~
Joker: Harlequin who?!
She stands unimpressed with a file-folder at her thigh.
Harley: I’m not going to play your little games, jokester. For years I let my ex-boyfriend get away with that stupid reference. So that’s the last time you’re gonna call me that. Got it?!
The darkness is silent and motionless.
Harley: Punks like you know when to follow rules, don’t they? I can have an orderly come in here and rearrange your whole world after twisting your face up like a Jack-in-a-Box!
Joker bursts with laughter from the darkness: Ka-hee-hee-hee-hee-a-ha-ha-haa!
She takes off her glasses.
Harley: And what’s so funny?
Joker: Besides my ineptitude to waste a couple of fetching costumers, that name you just called me. It’s like the one they gave me when I was growing up in Gotham Juvenile Hall. The other kids thought I reminded them of ‘Jack and the Beanstalk’.
Harley: Why’s that?
Joker: Probably because I could leave and come back the next day with so many treasures.
Harley: So you’re a thief too, huh?
Joker: You don’t know the half of it.
Harley: I have your file. A little skimpy on the history part, since you don’t seem to stay put here for very long, but let’s have a look all the same. High IQ. Off-the-charts scoring on all of your physics tests. But no school. No name. Where’d you come from, Jack? …The sky?
Joker: The police who picked me up matched my profile to a connected group of wayward waifs who were kidnapped decades ago from an orphanage. Back then, tykes with no names were seen as high commodities. They especially peak the interests of the mob.
Harley: Why don’cha cut the crap?
Joker: Why don’t you come a little closer, Dollface?
He rubs his green toenails up her miniskirt.
She panics and drops the folder.
When bending down to pick them up, she sees him in the light above.
She balks when seeing enflamed stitches rising up along his gashed cheeks.
Joker: Oh! Can’t take a joke from the jokester, huh?
Harley states with a tear: Your face…
Joker confusedly warps his expression: What’s the matter with it?
Harley: …Apart from how it’s all white?!
Joker sits back again in his strait jacket and eyes at her funnily.
Joker: I think it’s you who’s pale, Doctor Quinn. Perhaps you want to lie down.
Harley snobbishly: I’ll pass, thanks. A therapist counseling another therapist is like talking to yourself.
Joker: Hey, you’re the one who came into my box and wound me all up. How many turns did you think you were gonna get before I popped?! Or… maybe you wanted me to.
Harley: N-no. I didn’t. I just… just~
Joker: Knock, knock!
Harley: …Who’s there?
Joker: Jester.
Harley smiles: Jester who?
Joker: Jester silly white clown all trussed up with nowhere to go!
Harley laughs.
Joker: Well, well… I think we’ve found your medicine, Doctor.
She crosses her high heeled toe behind her smooth calf.
Harley: Call me Harley. Everyone else does.
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I really can't thank you enough for keeping up with my uploads and commenting as much as you have. It's been a lot of fun jumping back a forth, while you kept me company. Hope it didn't cut into your sleep time.
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No not at all 
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Well, you put my conscience at ease...
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And besides. I love seeing and commenting on your work
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