Harley Quinn (DC Comics)

This may be my most dangerous and risky disguise I've ever attempted. Using a lot of cash and some of my shadier connections I managed to create a fake identity for myself as the newest psychologist in Arkham asylum.

I know what you're thinking, Why the hell would anyone willingly put themselves in that hellhole.

The answer is actually quite simple. There's a sexy clown slut I want to add to my book.

Harley Quinn. Jokers Submissive and psychotic partner in crime. Currently she's locked up in Arkham after being left behind as a distraction for batman as the Joker got away safely.

With all my faked documentation I managed to get myself signed up as her personal therapist.

Word around the Asylum is she really Missing her Mr J and with no ivy around either she's been pretty on edge. So if I play my cards right she'll be putty in my hand. If I don't I may suffer the same beating an overly confident inmate suffered after grabbing her ass in the mess hall.

With that thought in mind I tried to settle my nerves as Harley entered the room and sat across from me with a devilish grin.

"Hi Doc. Harley Quinn. Nice to meetcha." She said danger dancing in her eyes