Harleen's blue eyes wondered over the serious face of the man sitting across from her. She studied him before sketching several more lines. "Do you have parents?" She asked casually.
Furrowing his brows The Joker rubbed his cheek smearing red paint over it. "No, I came from the sky." Sarcasm dripped from his voice.
"Are they alive?" She pressed further ignoring his last comment.
"Why does that matter? You gonna try to guilt trip me doc?" Tearing his eyes away from the blond he reaches for a paper towel and wiped his hands. "Op, looks like our chat is over." Standing he walked around his canvas and stepped behind her. Leaning
in comfortably close he grinned. His thin lips stretched over his teeth. "Not bad Harley. Not bad." Reaching around her he snatched the canvas and examined the portrait of himself carefully. "Oh yea. This is mine." The Joker walked to the door and
knocked waiting for the guards to open it.
Harleen opened her mouth to correct her patient. Staring dumbfounded she watched the door open. The guards reached for the canvas.
The Joker pull the canvas to his chest. "Nuh-uh. It's mine big boy." The guards looked at Dr. Quinzel questioning the accuracy of the statement.
Dr. Quinzel nodded still confused by what had just happened. The guards instead took The Joker by the arms and led him away.
Harleen stood shaking her head. Gathering her supplies she dropped them on the bag and jotted down her notes from the session. Glancing at the canvas The Joker had left behind. Crossing her arms she tilted her head. The canvas held amessyblack
and redargyle pattern. In the middle of the canvas the silhouette of a woman stood hands out behind her and what appeared to be a coxcomb on her head thrown back in escasty. "Hm." She took her phone out of her bag and snapped a photo of the
piece to add to his file. She slung her bag over shoulder and carefully left for the day.
After unpacking she searched her apartment for an empty place on the wall. Grabbing her tool set she pulled out her hammer and a nail. She carefully pulled over a chair and hung the painting her client did. Nodding, the blond wondered in to her room to
change for her night at her second job.
The clock beeped eight times. Harleen shook her head and locked her apartment. The night air was cool against her flushed skin. The lights in the club were dimmed, the band's lazysound roamed through the room. The large pianist saw her and smiled.
"Harl!" He called out to her. Stepping up to the mic his deep baritone slipped through the air encompassing all the patrons. "Welcome to The Dealer's Hand. Give a big hand to our newest addition, Harleen!"
Sauntering up the stage Harleen took the mic "Thanks Felix." Her hand took the mic and smiled. "Sit back, relax and enjoy the night." She greeted the crowd. Felix took his bench and played a soft tune. Harleen's soft voice filled the room.
After several songs Harleen and Felix sat at the bar. "What made you open The Dealer's Hand?"
The large man smiled at her and laughed. "Me? No, I'm just taking care of things while the owners away."
"Oh." Big blue eyes widened in surprise. "I just assumed. You act like you own the place." She laughed.
"Nah. This is J's place. I've known him forever. He's... away right now." Felix rubbed his bald head and chuckled.
"When willhe be back?" Raising an elegant brow, Harleen gave him a smug look. "I just would have thought hewould want to have a say in who works at his club."
"You'll meet him soon enough. You're just his type. Saucy."
A laugh escape and Harleen rolled her eyes. "I'll look forward to it."
"Harleen, Felix. You're up!" A voice called. Standing the pair walked to the stage and took their places as jazz tune filled the air.