Dear readers,

I apologize profusely for the confusion the other day. I accidentally updated the story with Chapter 3 again, when it was supposed to be this one. I've been almost completely incoherent off and on the past few days with sickness, so please do forgive me! Anywho, please enjoy chapter four. :)

November 27th, 10:14 am.

Session Four.

Where was she?

Fourteen minutes late?

If this had anything to do with her prude-related answer last week, we were going to have some problems. What if she'd given up my case? What if I had a new doctor? The disgust I felt clawing up my throat made my head swim… No, no, no. That just would not do… Harley wanted to play games?

I'd play games.

She'd come to regret skipping out on me when everyone else I killed was correlated directly back to her. The door opened loudly and I looked up through my hair to see Harley, her face exasperated, hair slightly messed up. "I am so sorry I'm late, Mister J, traffic this morning was unbelievable." My eyes skimmed over her, giving her a once over and I narrowed my eyes.

"I was beginning to think you might skip out on me, Doc," I said quietly, clicking my tongue on the ending C. She jumped slightly at the harsh noise and I licked my lips.

"I really am sorry. How are you this morning?" She asked, shuffling her papers around until she found her next open page and then took the pen from behind her ear. She knew what I was referring to, why I thought she would leave and she still continued to ignore it. This girl was strong willed. I was learning that quickly… I knew people like Harley, though. Push just a little tiny bit at a time, over and over and after time it's affected like water damage and the wood busts, rotted through. I could see the beginnings of the damage. It would only take a bit more pressure...

"Peachy keen," I purred to her.

She smiled. "I'm very glad to hear that, Mister J. Let's go over a few small routine questions really fast. How have you been sleeping?" She asked, not meeting my eyes. My brow furrowed. This was abnormal. Harley didn't do the routine thing. She did the Harley thing. My teeth grinded audibly. Was she calling our little questionaire to quits?

I don't think so.

Angrily, I spoke through my teeth. "Like a baby."

"How many hours did you average you slept?" I saw the way she reacted to my tone of voice, her shoulders perking up, tense and strained. Good. She should be tense.

"Saying that I was uh, sleeping, I don't think I could very well gauge that."

She sighed loudly and took off her glasses, rubbing the bridge of her nose. "Mister Joker, what's wrong? You've been so open lately and suddenly you're being sarcastic with me again." When she looked into my eyes, she blinked in surprise at whatever she saw in them.

I cleared my throat and decided to calm myself down. I liked her, after all, and wasn't ready to give her up. If she was getting ideas, maybe I just needed to…

Turn on the charm a little more.

I exhaled slowly. "I'm sorry, Doctor. I guess I'm just a little… on edge. I'm sure you can understand." I appealed to her empathy, giving her a pitiful face and she immediately relaxed. I could see it in the way the creases that fanned out from her eyes softened, her eyes going back to their normal size.

"Of course I can, J," She said and I smiled at her sweetly. "Is it something you need to talk about?"

"I don't know, Doc. It's just a little, erm… Lonely in here. Boring and lonely."

She frowned at me, pouting, those red lips pursed adorably. "Have you tried socializing in the REC room at all?"

I giggled. "Oh, they didn't tell you?"

"Tell me what?"

"I got banned from that sad excuse of a social setting. Apparently my jokes unsettle some of the more, uh, loony patients…" It was true, too. I'd been going to the REC room for about two weeks now before I was kicked out for 'taunting'. Taunting? Really? I'd only told old Jervis about that little blonde thing named Alice I'd sliced apart last year… Was her name Alice? Oh, well. It was fun saying it was, anyway.

Harley scowled suddenly, but not at me. "No, they didn't. Which is very inappropriate. I'll be sure to talk to the orderlies on staff in the REC room. Don't worry, J, I'll get you back in there in no time."

"You're too sweet to me, Harley."

There was a slight pink in her cheeks when I said that and I smiled at her, as charming and sweet as I could manage.