September 14th, 10:24 am.
Session Two.
"Does this place make you nervous?" The doctor asked, her voice laced with the oh so perfect amount of concern, a sickly sweet little tinge to her voice. It made me sick to my stomach, made my fists clench, made me want to laugh in her face. Nervous? Me? Nothing made me nervous anymore. I'd been through everything this past six months, seen things no one would ever want to see. As if, lady. Hmph.
"Do I make you nervous, Doctor Baker?" I asked, trying in vain to cross my arms which were laced tightly around my waist by thick white material.
"Harley, that isn't what I asked." I stuck my nose up in the air. "I know as well as you do that you don't want to be here, Miss Quinn." Twitch. "And the only way to get out is to cooperate with me." Angry sniff. "Don't you want to escape this? This… Madness?"
"You don't know me, lady!" I shouted, my voice rising high and sharp. "And don't you dare try to empathize with me. I've been in your shoes, toots, and I've used all the cards. Just give up."
She sighed, rubbing her nose, just like I used to do when J drove me crazy during therapy. Heh. J drove me crazy… You could definitely say that! A dopey little smile found it's way onto my face but I quickly shook it off, not wanting her to think I was in a good mood or something. I hadn't been in a good mood in two weeks, and wouldn't ever be again until I saw what I needed. Who I needed. My guy. My Puddin. I couldn't contain the small giggle that rose from my throat at the thought of the sinister killer, Joker, next to an innocent image of a pudding cup. It was just too ironic not to be cute. "You don't seem to be in a very agreeable mood today. Have you eaten?"
"Yes, I've eaten, mom. Thanks for your concern, but I'm peachy keen. I just don't want to be around the likes a' you." I narrowed my eyes at her and she pursed her pink lips up in a disconcerted frown. "I was on the outside for months. I've been hungry. I've handled worse than missin' a meal. I've handled a lot worse than what your tiny little brain can conjure up."
"Why don't you tell me about that then? The things that you went through when you weren't at Arkham," the Doctor said, glancing down at her notes. I knew I was being much too difficult, but I couldn't stand this woman. She was uptight and strict and ridiculously boring. Being in the company of J had really spoiled me.
I let out a long sigh as my thoughts began to wander. "You've got no clue. I saw things I'd never thought I'd see. Blood and guts, and the ratways of Gotham… I've been witness to the craziest of the crazies, Doc. I miss it so bad."
"I know you do. But it's safer for you here. You don't have to worry about finding a place to stay, about when you'll get your next meal. About a gun being put to your head. About him hurting you —"
"Don't talk about him like that!" I shouted. "He's never hurt me. He's put me in my place, is all. I had lots to learn out there. He taught me how to live."
Michelle Baker leaned back in her chair, crossing one leg over the other as she pondered over my words. "You were covered in bruises when you came in. Two of your ribs were cracked and you had internal bleeding in your stomach. How does that not faze you? Surely the psychiatrist in you can see what he's done to your mind."
"He's opened up my mind," I sighed. "I'd be nothing without him. And those were nothing. Love bites was all," I muttered with a small smirk settling onto my lips. She blinked, slightly put off by my wantonness. I licked my lips. It was true, though! Those minor little sores weren't anything to worry about. He gets passionate is all…
Michelle kept her poker face intact, though, something I was ashamed to admit impressed me. I remembered how hard it was to keep my emotions in check when it came to Mistah J… Then again, that was a completely different situation. "Is your… Sexuality a big factor in your relationship?"
I bit my lip, feeling a little naughty speaking of such things to my Doctor, but I couldn't resist an opportunity to brag. "Mistah J's not really driven by lust. Not like most guys. He notices things, he notices a beautiful girl, but it doesn't react the same way in his mind. Not with anyone but me," I purred, smug and content. "With me, it's different. He actually wants me. Sometimes we'll go for weeks, or over a month without even touching, not for my lack of trying… And then… One day he just… Sees me. And then that's when the playtime gets a little rough." I blushed gently at that, but my smile was absolutely wicked, unable to keep myself neutral when talking about one of my favorite things.
"And the pain doesn't bother you?"
I pursed my lips a little, trying to think of the way to phrase it. "It did at first. But I don't mind it much now. I kinda like it. It's just his way of saying how much he needs me, how much I make him feel, whether it's in lust or rage or…"
"Or what?"
My voice trailed off as my eyes flitted across the walls, not looking at her. "Boredom."
"Boredom?" She asked, her voice a little surprised. "He hits you because he wants something to entertain him?"
"It's different than that," I snapped.
"How so?"
"Ugh! You'll never get it. No one will ever get it and that's why he chose me. I understand him… I get him…" I said, my voice petulant like a whining child, but I didn't care. She deserved to deal with my complaints. She was disgracing a God.
Baker nodded a few slow times before saying. "I think we're done for the day, Harley. Maybe in a few days, we'll pick up where we left off."
"Whateva'," I mumbled bitterly. It was a few more seconds before the door buzzed and unlocked and the two large guards came in, dressed up in their little white coats and scowls. I stuck my tongue out at the first one who rolled his eyes.
"Come on, Quinn. Let's get you back to your cell."
"Ooh, you're joining me?" I asked, my eyes widening in mock surprise before baring my teeth viciously and making the other guard jump. I giggled innocently. "Bye, bye, Doc. See you later…"
Didn't I tell you I wanted to write a sequel? Well guess what? Here it comes! I know it was a short chapter, but I really want to continue this story like I started Square One. This one is, of course, from Harley's perspective, but it's generally the same concept. And don't you worry your pretty little heads off... Joker will definitely be in this story, and I'm hoping quite a lot. Of course I had to throw in a little bit of sex talk in here, just because J is so irresistable. But anywho! I hope you enjoyed, and I hope you review! If you hadn't read Square One, I do recommend reading that first, but if you hadn't, this one can probably be read as a stand alone, though it'll be a lot better if you've read the first book.
Love you guys!
- Chokes
