A/N: Hello! Thank you for reading, I really appreciate it! So, this chapter is just a little snippet- but the next chapter will be longer, and include a significant time jump!
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Disclaimer- I don't own Suicide Squad
"How are you today J?" Harleen sat down across from him, her smile bright as she pushed her glasses onto her nose.
"I'm fine doc-tor. How are you?" He grinned widely at her, wondering why she didn't put in as much effort as the other doctors. She had her hair pulled up into a messy bun, she didn't have on any makeup, and jeeze, she really needed to go on a diet. At least the fat ones are usually easier to manipulate. He chuckled at the thought, watching her raise an eyebrow and jot something down.
"Let's talk about your business affairs." The Joker raised an eyebrow back at her, she always surprised him with her questions.
"Sure sure, what do ya want to know?" She shrugged, leaning back in her seat and shuffling her feet a bit.
"What's the most successful part of your business?" He grinned, bouncing his knees happily.
"Killing people." She froze, her eyes wide.
"W-what?" She expected him to say arms dealing, or drugs or something- anything but murder.
"Yes, I've found I'm quite good at it- as you've probably read in my file. And, well. It brings me the most inner happiness." He flashed a white smile at her, reading her face like an open book. Fear, discomfort… interest?
"How does… one get into the business of killing people?" The Joker grinned again, noticing she'd dropped her pen.
"Well, the first person I ever killed was my father." She snapped up the pen, writing it down quickly and watching him.
"Why?" He shrugged, grinning back at her, his eyes dark, unreadable.
"Why not?" He laughed then, making her jump slightly and causing him to laugh harder.
When she went home that night, she was too nauseous to eat dinner. She laid on her sofa, grabbing a bottle of wine, and staring at the wall for hours. She finally managed to make her way down the hall and stumble into bed, wondering what in the hell was wrong with the Joker. She could never kill one of her parents… sure she didn't have the happiest childhood, but she knew, she'd never be able to ever actually kill them over it. It would be nice though… She grinned at the thought, shaking her head and pulling the blanket over her head.
The next day she pulled on a baggy sweater, and a pair of black dress pants, slipping into her flats and practically running out the door. She was late- again. She sighed in relief when she finally found a seat on the train, winded from running through the terminal to make sure she wouldn't miss it. She ran her hands over her hair, knowing she probably looked like crap, but then again- she didn't really care. Working with the Joker all day really took the energy out of her.
She jogged up the steps to the Asylum, and saw some of the other doctors turn to watch her, snickering as they took in her pink cheeks and messy hair. She sighed, dropping her head and shuffling quickly to her office.
She had 2 hours before her meeting with the Joker, so she buried her face in his files, reading over his crimes and his connections, without even realizing that she'd missed lunch and it was time to go down. She sighed, pinching her full cheeks and taking a deep breath.
"Time to go see my clown." She chuckled at the thought as she walked down, faintly wondering how long she'd last before he decided to kill her.
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