It was Monday. Harleen's first official meeting with her new patient. She was looking at Wade's file. She was wearing the same clothes, but this time, her skirt was blue. Colossus then walked in. "It's time, Dr. Quinzel," he said, "I recommend you be careful with Wade. He is dangerous. I should know. I dealt with him. But Professor believes he is not beyond redemption. Best of luck to you." She stood up and said, "Thank you Mr. Rasputin." She held the file with her, and then went into the room where she and Wade were to do their sessions.

In the room, Wade was on a couch you'd see at a therapist's office, lying down. He was still in his red and black suit, still wearing his mask, but, he was wearing a straightjacket. But, he didn't have the same energy he used to. In fact, he looked vulnerable and miserable. He acted as if he deserved this. He looked at Dr. Quinzel and said, "Well, I didn't expect Margot Robbie to waltz right in here." She raised an eyebrow, failing to get the reference, and sat down, saying, "Hello Mistah Wilson." Wade looked at her, liking her Brooklyn accent. "What's up Doc?" asked Deadpool. "Please, call me Dr. Quinzel," she insisted. "Alright, Dr. Quinzel, as long as you call me Deadpool. For me, Wade Wilson is dead." said Deadpool, saying it with little enthusiasm. Being the psychiatrist, Harleen was willing to respect the wishes of her patients, as a way of bonding with them, so they will trust her. "Alright Deadpool," said Harleen, writing a note. "So, what's a place like you doing in a girl like this?" Deadpool teased. "I'm your new psychiatrist," she said in a matter of fact no nonsense voice. "Well, forgive me for not standing up and not shaking your hand," joked Deadpool. She smiled a little, but she knew she had to be professional. "Deadpool, tell me about yourself," she said, ready to take notes. "Well," began Deadpool, "you may be wondering why the red suit, right?"

"Why is that?" she asked.  "Well," explained Deadpool, "the docs let me keep it because they believe I'll go brain dead out of sheer trauma if they remove it, which is some bullshit if you ask me."

"I can see why they did," replied Harleen, "I heard you're dangerous and that I should be careful around you." Deadpool nodded and said, "Hence the straightjacket. But I won't bite.  I got nothing to lose, and I'm too depressed to kill anyone." This got Harleen curious. True, Wade was acting like a smartass, but she could tell he was doing this to hide personal pain. It's like this wasn't the killer that was described in her file. "Tell me why," she said with sympathy.

"In the words to Maz Kanata," replied Deadpool, "A good question for another time. Still, what's that file say about me, out of curiosity?"

"If I tell you," said Harleen, "will you tell me through your point of view?"

"Well spoiler alert," Deadpool warned, "my life has been pretty fucked up all the way to the beginning." Harleen gave him a serious look and said, "I'm willing to listen to what you have to say."

"Does my file say anything about my childhood being in a dysfunctional household?" he asked. Harleen looked at his file and said, "It says that your father verbally, physically, and emotionally abused you throughout your childhood." Deadpool looked down and said, "Yeah, my father enjoyed beating the hell out of me and my siblings." Harleen sighed sadly, "Quite a shame, nobody needs someone abusive in their lives."

"Yeah, and once I was old enough, I got out of that shithole I called a home, and never looked back," Deadpool said with a serious tone. Harleen put her file down and said, "What did you do after that?"

"I was a Black Ops Mercenary," replied Deadpool, "dishonorably discharged." Harleen took some notes and asked, "And why is that?" Under his mask, Wade smirked and said, "Well, I got a big mouth, being a stubborn asshole and all."

"Would you like to tell me what you said?" The doctor asked curiously. "Plenty of sarcastic things to my boss," he replied, "he said I talk too much." She nodded and said, "I see."

"Still, you could have something a lot worse than me..."said Deadpool. "Like whom?" asked Dr. Quinzel. "Like Joker," he replied, "you wanna know what he said to me?" Harleen looked at him and asked, "What did Joker say ta you?"

"He asked if I ever had a bad day," replied Deadpool. "Why's that?" asked Harleen. "Eh, the clown believes all it takes is one bad day to make a normal guy snap or whatever," explained Deadpool, "want to know what I said to him?" She nodded in curiosity. "I told him, if by one bad day, you mean a series of bad days, then yeah, you're right. I wouldn't trust him if I was you."

"Believe me, I don't," said Harleen. "Good, cuz I think you got potential," said Deady, who then looked at the clock, "oh look, time's up. Same time again next week?" Harleen nodded and said, "yes, next week." She adjusted her glasses, stood up, and said, "It was nice meeting you Deadpool." He stood up and said, "same to you." The guards then took him back to his cell. 

AN: This was made by 1985cat. He gave me the cover.