This is from my other book that I have, but I thought I would include it here too.

Warning: Smut!!!! Daddy kink and mention of gun fire. A self-inflicted injury.

In front of the psychiatrist sat a young woman, she'd only just been brought into Arkham and this was their first session; but the doctor already knew she was going to be difficult. He studied her carefully, she looked in complete contrast to her file. She looked like the classic girl next door, she was healthy and looked quite strong but also very feminine, her supple curves were obvious even under her Arkham issued clothing. Her skin was pale and her eyes dark both of which stood out more due to her long hair that was dyed a vibrant red.

"(Y/N)." The doctor looked at her waiting for an answer.

"(Y/N)." Still nothing. She never even moved her eyes from the table, focusing her gaze on the cuffs that attached her to it.

The doctor removed his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Hatter!" With that she looked up and smiled wildly.

"How are you today?" The doctor asked watching as her eyes dated around the room taking in every detail.

"Well doctor, apart from being stuck in this shit hole and being forced to talk to assholes like you, I'm fine thank you." The doctor was taken aback by her response which caused the woman to chuckle happily, an evil grin forming on her face.

The doctor opened up her file. "(y/f/n) (y/l/n), 27 years old, IQ 197 with an eidetic memory." He looks up from the file, "You're a very intelligent woman (y/n)." she said nothing, not even seeming to register that he's even speaking.

"It says here that you have a been diagnosed with a number or conditions; schizophrenia, dissociative identity disorder and PTSD just to name a few. How do you feel about your diagnosis (y/n)?"

The woman says nothing.

"Hatter! How do you feel about your diagnosis?" She stares at him, her dark almost black eyes eating their way into his soul.

"My diagnosis? Oh, you mean those labels that people such as yourself like to pin on others because they are so scared of the unknown, the different, the unusual; scared of truly gifted people such as myself. Do you know that Voltaire described doctors as? Men who prescribe medicines of which they know little, to cure diseases of which they know less in human beings of whom they know nothing? You use those "diagnoses" to make yourselves feel better, it's a security blanket. You think if you can diagnose it you can fix it. Well some of us don't want to be fixed doctor; some of us are more than happy with the way we are." She yawns and moves in her seat, bored of the conversation.

"Happy? How can you be happy with what you've done?" The doctor asked incredulously.

"You started a turf war between two of Gotham's deadliest gangs, and then you and your people gunned down each and every member resulting in you taking over the businesses of both gangs. You are the strongest, deadliest and wealthiest kingpin on the east side of Gotham. God help those that upset the Hatter, because you kill without mercy; you are the textbook definition of a psychopath."

The doctors voice wavered a little as she moved in closer, "I'm not "a" psychopath, I am "the" psychopath, and everyone has to have a hobby doc." He combed his fingers through his hair in frustration.

"What made you do what you did?" This time she actually sat up and took notice.

"They were bad people, they deserved what they got. The wicked deserve to be punished don't you think doctor?" Her eyes sparkled mischievously in the lights of the bright white room.

"But you're a bad person (y/n)." The woman stood up abruptly pushing back her chair violently back into the wall behind her, before trying to lunge at the doctor; the man frantically pushing on the emergency button under the table.

"(Y/N) IS WEAK AND VULNERABLE. I AM THE HATTER; AND JUST BE GRATEFUL I CAN'T GET OUT OF THESE CUFFS OR YOU'D BE DEAD!" The doctor scurried backwards and began banging on the door as the woman violently pulled at the cuffs causing blood to flow from her wrists. Four heavily armed guards pushed their way into the room grabbing hold of the women; she felt a small pinch in her neck and the room goes black.

She slowly opened her eyes, the light in the room was blinding; her head was pounding, her ribs hurt and there was a dull ache in her back. She tried to move her hand towards her head but found that it was strapped to the bed, she pulled on the restraints finding that all her other limbs were equally as restrained.

She stopped struggling suddenly as a loud knock echoed through the room and a small trapdoor in the door opened.

"Morning (y/n), are you gonna be a good girl?" She turned her head, facing away from the orderly that was talking to her. He decided to change tack.

"Hatter, if you behave, they'll let you out of the restraints and you can get out of this room. You can go to the day room and meet the other patients." His voice was hopeful. He had been there the day she had been brought into Arkham; he had seen many criminals come and go and nothing shocked him anymore, but she was something different. There was true intelligence behind those eyes, a cool, calm, calculating intelligence. It was like she already had a plan to get out of the hell hole that called itself Arkham Asylum. He chuckled slightly as he watched her take mental notes of everything around her, every door, every window, every guard; every possible breach in security. He knew there was going to be trouble but for some reason he decided not to inform anyone.

She looked up at him and smiled, "I'll be good." Her voice came out sweetly, but he knew that she was anything but sweet. The door opened and two guards walked in and released the restraints. She got up off the bed rubbing her wrists which had been bandaged due to her self-inflicted injuries from the cuffs.

The guards grabbed hold of her arms dragging her from her room, "Hey! She said she'd behave. Come on guys, let me just walk her to the day room will you!"

The guards looked at the orderly like he had lost his mind. "Do you know who this woman is? Do you know what she can do?"

The orderly looked at the guards, "Just let me take her, you can follow behind us, ok?"

"Ok, but it's your funeral if she acts up!" The orderly took the woman gently by the arm and led her to the day room.

"Thank you." A small voice whispered; the orderly looked down at the woman in shock. The infamous and feared Hatter had just thanked him.

"What's your name?" She asked looking into his eyes. How could anything that looked so perfect be so deadly he thought to himself.

"The names James MacDonald, but everyone just calls me Mac." The woman smiled, "Nice to me ya Mac, you can call me Hatter."

The pair stopped at the entrance to the day room. Mac watched as the Hatter once again took in every aspect of her surroundings.

"Well Mac, any one of these crazies of any interest?" The Hatter asks, scanning the assembled patients.

"There's only one that you might find interesting." Mac said and nodded in the direction of a male patient. She followed his gaze, the man sat alone; he looked painfully thin and his stringy brown hair fell forward over his face as he looked forlornly at the floor.

"Ok Mac, I give up. What's so special about that one?" She asked, looking up at him and crossing her arms over her chest.

Mac smiled and leaned down closer to her ear so that he could whisper on word, 'Joker!'

She looked at him and then the patient. "You're telling me that, that bag of bones is Arthur Fleck? The Arthur Fleck? As in the clown prince of crime?"

Mac simply looked at her and nodded, "Why don't you go introduce yourself? I think you two would get along like a house on fire."

Mac pushed her into the day room and in the direction of the patient. Mac knew that bringing the two together would end up with something big happening but for some reason he didn't care; he just saw two lost damaged souls that maybe, just maybe, could help one another.

She sat down in a chair across from Joker, watching him as he stared at the floor. She combed her fingers mindlessly through her hair until her fingers found a matted knot that she accidentally pulled on.

"OW!" The sound of her yelp made Joker's head snap up, his green eyes staring intently at the new inmate as she tried to pull apart the knotted strands of her red hair.

"Do you need some help with that?" A calm masculine voice asked; her eyes shot up and met his; the brightness and darkness of their orbs mixed as they stared deep into one another's souls.

"I used to look after my mom's hair, I can unknot it for you." Joker offered.

She looked at him, her eyes taking in his every feature; the lines around his beautiful green eyes, his thin lips that formed into a small smile and the small scar that ended at his nose. She rose slowly from her seat and cautiously sat on the floor between Joker's legs. Gently he began to brush his long fingers through her hair, his nails delicately scratching her scalp. Her eyes fluttered shut and a small contented moan left her lips.

"I told you I was good at this." Joker chuckled.

"So, you're the Hatter?" Joker asked quietly as he continued to tease her hair.

"So, you're Joker?" She hummed happily.

The atmosphere in the day room changed as the two villains sat intimately close to one another, the sparks between them were as dramatic as lightening during a storm.

"You know you're far too thin, you really should eat more. You need a good woman in your life." Hatter said, only loud enough for Joker to hear. A small shiver shot through her body as she felt his fingers caress her neck and shoulder.

"Maybe you could be that woman?" Joker whispered into her ear.

Hatter chuckled, "Well that's one thing I'm not, I'm definitely not a good woman."

"Good! Daddy prefers bad girls anyway." She smiled as she felt the warmth of his breath, as his lips brushed against her neck.

Joker could sense the smile on her face even if he couldn't see it. "Then it looks like daddy just found his girl." Hatter said as she slid up from the floor and sat on Joker's lap, her back facing his chest.

The Hatter surveyed the scene making sure that none of the patients or staff were taking notice of them. With all eyes distracted she began to grind on the Joker's lap. Joker groaned quietly, thrusting his hips upwards as she continued her gyrations. He pulled her hair harshly causing her head to fall back onto his shoulder.

"That's daddy's naughty little girl, give me some sugar." He purred into her ear.

Joker took one of his hands from her hair and pushed it down the front of her pants, growling deeply when he discovered she wasn't wearing underwear. His fingers glided across her folds, her juices leaking all over his fingers.

"So wet baby girl." He pushed two fingers inside her causing the Hatter to squirm and moan lustfully.

"So tight baby, you make daddy want to cum just thinking about that tight pretty pussy of yours." The thrust of his fingers going deeper inside her as he sped up his ministrations. She moved her hands behind her back, teasing down his pants so that his cock smacked against his stomach. She took it in her hand and stared to stroke it, gently at first teasing the man that trembled underneath her. Her rhythm increased as the Joker heard her breathing change and felt her legs shake, her hand movements growing quicker and her grip tighter.

"You close baby girl?" Joker asked quietly, her only response a slight nod of the head. He could feel her walls tighten around his fingers as he thrust over and over again.

"Oh baby, you're gonna make daddy cum, don't stop. God, you're so tight." A few more thrusts and the pair came together both of their hands covered in the juices of the other. The Hatter fell backwards into Jokers chest, their heads nuzzling into one another.

"Daddy." The red head whispered.

"Yes, baby girl." Joker hummed.

"If you're that good with your fingers I can't wait to find out what you can do with your cock." The pair chuckled as Joker's arms wrapped themselves around her waist bringing her into a tight embrace.

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After that first meeting Joker and Hatter proved to be inseparable, taking any chance they could to be together, their love a beacon of light in the dark world that was their confinement. Mac had helped them to get private time together, and had, despite himself, become attached to the red headed woman as well.

Unbeknownst to the asylum, Mac had been taking out secret messages from the Hatter to her men on the outside, and today was the day her plan would fall into place.

Joker was worried, he hadn't seen his lover for a number of days, and his concern only grew when he saw Mac's face. He was troubled by something and was fidgeting, playing with his fingers like a small child. As Mac looked around his eyes finally made contact with Jokers. The pair moved towards one another, "Mac, what's happened to Hatter? Did she do something wrong?" Joker asked, his concern etched on his face.

"Look Joker, I've not got time to explain. Hatter is fine and she's coming for you. At 1 o'clock make sure you take cover cos it's gonna get loud and messy in here." With that the large orderly scurried off.

Joker sat in his chair and looked at the clock, 12:30; he tapped his hands on his knees nervously trying to figure out why he hadn't seen his love. What did Mac mean that she was coming for him? Why was Mac so nervous? Joker was so deep in his thoughts that the next time he looked at the clock it was 12:55. He moved slowly, positioning himself behind a stack of tables that lay on their side in the corner of the room. He looked at the clock intently as the seconds slowly ticked by.

As the hands hit 1o'clock a series of explosions shook the building; Joker covered his head and ears as best he could trying to protect himself from the noise as well as the falling debris. He could hear the screams of the other patients and the unmistakable sound of automatic gun fire. When all fell silent. Joker peered out from his hiding spot and watched as the dust began to settle; his eyes widened when he saw a huge hole in the side of the building leading to the outside world.

In through the settling dust strode a figure, purposefully moving towards Joker. As it got closer a huge smile came to Joker's face; there she stood, more beautiful than he had ever seen her. Her form fitting dark blue pinstriped suit clung to her every curve, he could see the roundness of her magnificent breasts through her tight white shirt. Her long hair was braided down her back and sat atop her head was a large top hat.

A mischievous smile fell across her lips as the lovers look at one another.

"Hi daddy, I've missed you." Hatter said sweetly.

"Oh, baby girl, you've got no idea how much I've missed you." Joker pulled her in to a hug, causing her to giggle.

"I have something for you daddy." The Hatter clicked her fingers and Mac came forward and placed some items in her arms. Joker looked at Mac strangely, "Don't worry daddy, Mac here has decided to have a change of employment. I think these belong to you."

Joker looked down at the items in her arms, it was his suit, his greasepaint, his cigarettes and a bottle of green hair dye.

"I think it's time we left daddy." Joker chuckled and took her arm in his.

"Oh, baby girl, wait till Gotham gets a load of us." The two kissed and walked out into an unsuspecting city.