March 3rd- Today, I conducted my first session with the man who calls himself the "Joker".
Harley smiled as she took another sip of her espresso. She remembered that interview well. Before the session started she'd been unbelievably nervous, seeing as how the Joker was the infamous king of crime and all. But with each passing session Mr. J suppressed her fears, steering the tone of the conversation from that of a doctor/patient relationship to one of mutual friendship. Of course, the old Harley hadn't initially seen it that way, which made re-reading the older entries dull. But if Harley was going to have any more surprise encounters with Harleen, she figured it'd be best to brush up on her past…especially now that she, the Joker, and his gang were about to break into Arkham.
Forcing herself through the first few months of boring analytical entries, Harley finally got to the juicy personal stuff:
It's like he sees me for who I really am, not as a doctor but as a woman with blossoming potential. Though I should be the one trying to rationalize the outside world to him (a patient), I can't help but think he's rationalizing his world to me. And despite my best interests, I find myself wanting to explore this world the Joker has created.
"Hun, little did you know you wouldn't just explore his world," Harley said aloud. "You'd get totally lost in it,"
There was a knock on her bedroom door. Setting the bound journal aside, Harley answered, "Yes?"
The Joker opened the door a crack, sticking his head partway into the room. "Hey sweet cheeks,"
Harley giggled. Mr. J could be so playful sometimes. "Is it time to go?"
Sauntering into the room, the Joker swept Harley off her chair and into his arms. "Yes," he said, his eyes shining brightly. "Let's give the people of Arkham a nice little show,"