Dr. Leland had two days to clean out her office and say her goodbyes. She didn't even know how to begin to do that, but she figured out of all the inmates, she would tell Harley first. After all, they had been colleagues together, and Harley was by far the most sympathetic patient incarcerated in the facility. It was an odd contradiction with Harley that she was a genuinely sweet person who truly cared about the people close to her, and yet had no qualms killing masses of innocent people to make her puddin' happy.

She went to her cell, to see her kissing and cooing over her framed picture of the Joker. Dr. Leland didn't understand Harley's bizarre attraction, no one did, but she had admit, she was going to miss her sweet, honest, and hopeless devotion to her puddin'.

"Harley? Can I talk to you?" she asked gently.

"Sure, Joan, about anything, you know that," said Harley, putting down the picture and beaming. "What's on your mind?"

Dr. Leland looked at her, and then down at the floor. "Yesterday I was given some information which…is going to change a lot of things. And because I used to work with you, I thought you should be the first to know that…"

"You're pregnant?" interrupted Harley, beaming. "Aw, that's great news, Joan! Congratulations!"

"Um…no, I'm not even married, Harley," replied Dr. Leland, slowly.

"Well, that don't really matter in this day and age, do it?" said Harley, shrugging. "Mind you, I'm an old-fashioned kinda gal – if I found out Mr. J had knocked me up, I'd make him put a ring on it before the kid was born, y'know, for the kid's sake. I just believe in family values like that. You gotta consider these things, y'know, even if you are on the pill, and I am, but still, accidents do happen. Mr. J ain't a fan of safe sex – he ain't a fan of safe anything. And he's really spontaneously in the mood, so you gotta have a pretty regular form of birth control. Plus I gotta say, I really enjoy it raw…"

"WHY are you telling me all this, Harley?" interrupted Dr. Leland. "Nobody wants to hear about your sex life! And I'm not pregnant! I'm being fired!"

Harley stared at her. "Fired?" she repeated. "But…but why, Joan?"

"The Mayor doesn't believe I've done a good enough job curing you all, so he's replacing me with somebody he's picked himself," she retorted. "I'm being transferred to another hospital. I have to be out of here by tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?" exclaimed Harley, leaping to her feet. "But…no! No, that ain't right! They can't just dismiss you like that, not after all you've done, not after you've been here for so long, not when you ain't done nothing wrong! If you'd stolen stuff or had an affair with a patient or something, then they could fire you. But just like this…that ain't decent! This is America, dammit, and we treat people with respect! You tell the Mayor we're gonna protest! I'm sure I can get the others to…"

"It won't do any good, Harley," replied Dr. Leland. "You were a doctor long enough to know how bureaucracy works. If they want to get rid of me, they will. There's nothing anyone can do about it."

"Aw, Joan, you can't give in like that!" exclaimed Harley. "We'll fight for you…"

"I don't want to be fought for," she interrupted. "Although I'm flattered, really, Harley. But I don't want anyone to get hurt because of me. I've had a good run here, and maybe a change of scenery will do me some good. Maybe I'll be able to catch up with some old friends, and focus more on my personal life. Maybe I'll start a relationship with someone and…well, maybe when you next see me, someday when you've cured yourself, I really will be pregnant. And then we can both congratulate each other."

"But…but I'm gonna miss you, Joan," murmured Harley, tears in her eyes. "And what if this new doctor is mean and don't understand about me and Mr. J…"

"I'm sure he'll be perfectly understanding, Harley," said Dr. Leland, with much more conviction than she felt. "Anyway, it's for the best, it really is."

She didn't believe that, and neither did Harley. It was difficult to try to be the strong one when Harley was sobbing her heart out – part of her wanted to break down and cry with her.

And that desire grew even more powerful when she said goodbye to the inmates as a group the next day. Harley was still sobbing – Dr. Leland wondered if she had stopped since the previous day, but the others betrayed very little emotion as they sat gathered in the Rec Room.

"Well…I'd just like to say…thank you very much for not killing me," said Dr. Leland to the room at large. "It's been…an experience, getting to know you all, and I can honestly say I'll never forget any of you. I hope your therapy progresses more efficiently under Dr. Flint's management, and that you can all be sane, healthy, productive citizens in the future."

Joker laughed hysterically. "Good one, Doc! You always appreciated a joke! Gotta say, this place'll be strange without you. End of era. Out with the old, and in with the new. Better the devil you know than the devil you don't. 'I' before 'e,' except after 'c.' And other similar platitudes to that effect."

Nobody else said a word. "I…um…guess that's it," said Dr. Leland. "I hope maybe I'll be allowed to visit, but if not…good luck with the new doctor. I'm sure he'll be…just fine."

She headed for the door, and then turned back. "Pamela, do me a favor and…look after Harley, would you?" she asked gently. "I would ask Joker but…I know him."

"I always look after Harley," retorted Ivy. "You should know that."

"I do," murmured Dr. Leland. "I know that. I know…I…" She felt tears come to her eyes, and determined to leave before she broke down. "Goodbye," she said hastily, as she rushed from the room, tears streaming down her cheeks. She couldn't bear to look back.