Chapter 2

Surprisingly, Harleen slept like a baby that night. She took advantage of her day off and got her nails done and and her hair touched up. If Jeremiah thought she was going to spend her entire day reading about a psychopathic clown, he was sadly mistaking. Of course, she skimmed through it but she knew that nothing in that file would help her get The Joker to open up to her. She had to admit she was a little scared because it is no secret that he has killed a handful of his doctors but she hoped that the straitjacket would slow him down if she needed to run.

Now, she was sitting in one of the treatment rooms waiting for the guards to bring him in. Soon, she heard the door open and saw the guards drag The Joker in. Per her request, he had on a straitjacket even though she knew that wouldn't stop him. When he looked up at her when the guards sat him down he gave her a menacing smile.

"Well, well, well if it isn't my sweet face. I can't say I'm not surprised," he said.

"Mr. Joker, you are not the first person to lick me and you certainly won't be the last," she said.

"Mr. Joker? That's so formal. Call me Mr. J, sweet face," he told her.

"Nah, I'm good with calling you Mr. Joker, but thanks."

The Joker's smile wiped off his face and he snarled at her, "I said call me Mr. J."

"Calling you Mr. J would imply that we are friends and we're not. And please don't call me sweet face," Harleen said.

"Aw, you don't want to be my friend? That's too bad, I only share my secrets with my friends," he said smugly.

"Let's be real, Mr. Joker, you don't have any friends and I don't care if you tell me your secrets or not, I'm just basically babysitting you until you find a way to break out again," Harleen said, annoyed by his tone.

The Joker's face was blank for a second as he processed what she said then he started chuckling which turned in to a gut-busting laugh.

"Oh, I like you. You got a very smart mouth. You might want to watch it when you're with me or I might be force to fix it."

Harleen rolled her eyes at his comment and started doodling in her pad.

"Don't rolled your eye at me, it's rude. And you know what else is rude?" The Joker asked.

"What?" she asked.

"You know my name, but I don't know yours. That's not hardly fair, now is it?"

"Well, nobody said life was fair," she said. The Joker started getting annoyed with her sarcasm and Harleen could see that. She laughed and said, "My name is Dr. Harleen Quinzel."

"Harleen Quinzel?" he asked. Harleen nodded.

"Hmm… Harleeeeen Quinnnzel. Huh. You know, if you rework it a little it sounds like Harley Quinn."

"Oh because I haven't heard that one before," Harleen rolled her eyes again.

"I told you not to roll your eyes at me!" The Joker roared. Harleen nearly jumped out of her seat. She'd be lying if she said that she wasn't amazed how quick his mood could change. One minute he was amused and the next he was homicidal.

"I apologize Mr. Joker, that was rude of me," she said. He doesn't say anything, he just stares at her. The Joker's stare was menacing. If he wasn't in his straitjacket, Harleen was sure she would be dead by now.

"I like the tattoo on your forehead. Damaged. I should get one myself," She said jokingly, trying to calm him down.

"Are you damaged, Dr. Quinzel?" he asked.

"I guess you can say that," she said. He stared at her for a minute and started smiling again.

"Aw, why? Daddy didn't love you so you became a doctor to make him proud?" he talked to her as if he was talking to a child. Harleen just flat out laughed at him making his scowl return.

"What's so funny?" He asked sternly.

"I hate to break it to you Mr. Joker but my Daddy loves me very much," she started to laugh even harder.

She couldn't see it but The Joker literally shaking from rage. His teeth was bared revealing his silver grill but Harley continued to laugh. Soon, they heard a knock on the door indicating that their time was up. The guard came in lifted the Joker out of his seat.

"See you tomorrow, Mr. Joker," Harleen waved as the guards walked him out of the room. Harleen packed up her stuff and headed home to a nice hot bath and some homemade cookies.

In his cell, The Joker was pacing back and forth. Occasionally, he would punch the wall.

"How dare she!" he yelled, "Oh, you want to laugh at me!? Do you not know who I am, Doctor Quinzel?"

He punched the wall again. "Oh, I'll give you something to laugh at Harleen! I will make you laugh to death. I will kill your family and smear their blood all over your house. Yeah, just wait until Johnny gets one of these guards on payroll, I'll make you wish you never even made so much as a giggle at me. I will make you…" he paused and stopped pacing as he gathered his thoughts. Soon he started smiling and said, "Yes, I will make you, Dr. Harleen Quinzel."

Harleen was sitting in her bathtub reading her favorite book, Rain of Gold. It was an entertaining love story and it made her feel like true love is not impossible.

Before her body shriveled up, she got out of the tub and dried off and slipped on her room.

"Cookie time!" she yelled to herself and walked to her small kitchen. As she mixed up her batter she started to think of The Joker.

She knew that she had pissed him off by laughing at him and in the back of her mind she was afraid of what he would do to get back at her but she didn't care. He needed to be knocked down a peg or two.

When her cookies came out the oven and she was settled on her couch watching a movie, Harleen heard a knock at her door. She looked to see what time it was on her phone and it was 11:26 pm. She cautiously went to the door. She gripped the baseball bat she leaves by her door and opened the door. Nobody was there. She looked down and saw purple box wrapped with a green ribbon tied to it. She picked up the box and opened it. She almost dropped it when she saw a live black rat. She picked up the rat and brought it up to her face so she could get a good look at it. It didn't seem harmful, kind of cute if you think about it. Still holding the rat she was a note inside of the box. It only read: - From Mr. J.

Harleen crumpled the note and brought the rat inside.

She dug through her closet and found an old cage she used when she had a hamster a while ago that died. She put the rat in the cage, gave it some water and placed it on her coffee table and continued to watch her movie.

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-Tiff