(hey readers, sorry i dont update as much as i would like, and i just wanted to get this off my chest: iv been having some 'complaints' about the way i write. i dont want to sound rude, but i do this for my fun, not so much yours. well half of it is for you guys i guess,but what i do is i write for myself, i dont have very good imagery for your guys sake, those of you who have seen what joker looks like should imagine what he looks like yourself in the story. dont be lazy and expect me to wirte out what he looks like when you have a perfectly functionaly and wonderful imagination of your own. and sorry for poor grammer, spelling, etc. ^^ oh and please write NICE reviews. this is like my favorite story out of all my other ones and i dont appreciate people dissing it. but do feel free to review!)

"So Mr. J…..Why are you here…." I sat in my big armchair, one leg over the other, and I kept my eyes on my paper. I tried to act professional. The questions for him I wanted to ask wouldn't be acceptable for the session. Did he even remember me?

" I thought I'd take a little time off from my everyday routine of mayhem in Gotham and come here for a break…." His voice was so calm and brought back memories of our time together. I couldn't help but look up for a second, just to see his face, his expression. The dark room was to poorly lit to tell what his face looked like, but I was sure it was a smile…like always. The room was small, with padded, black walls, brown carpet, my leather armchair, one tiny, wooden coffee table in-between me and Joker, and then Joker on the black leather couch.

"No, you're here for…" I stared down at the papers. I had read them a thousand times since he'd gotten here, but had to make it seem like I had no time to read them before. I gulped despite myself," holding up two boats, rigged them with explosives, pinning them against each other, and expecting one to blow up the other before time runs out…And several other felonies." I flipped through the papers. Clever I thought, but didn't dare say.

He didn't say anything.

"So would you like to talk about it?" I asked, this was just part of the routine of a session.

"No…." he said matter-a-factly.

"Then what would you like to talk about? We still have 55 minutes." I said in a soothing voice.

"Lets talk about…you." He said in a mischievous tone. I stared up at the small, camouflaged video camera up in one of the corners nervously.

"Ok…" I said confidently, taking off my glasses. This could be my chance, my chance to see if he remembered," I was born in Oregon, I have a cat named Oreo, my favorite color is red, and I love Italian…"

"Hmmm…. interesting, but not what I was looking for." He scooted out of his chair a little," Have you done something you regret?" He half smiled in the dark.

I was silent. Lots of things I'd done I regret, but one stood out from the rest.

"Meeting you…." I sighed, tears of lost love swelling up in my eyes.

There was a long silence.

"I fell in love with you 2 years ago in Gotham, we spent almost a week together! Don't you remember? Harley?" I let out in a burst of sadness. I brought my hands to my face to cover up my tears.

He sat there listening to my crying for a little while, and finally got up and sat in front of my on his knees. Sadness was something he'd lived with his whole life, but he always was one to be 'all smiles'.

Joker took my hands away from my face. Something that signaled to me that the one I loved, the one I knew when I was a captive, was still there. I quickly looked up at the cameras in fear. He followed my stare, and took off his purple coat and threw it up on to the camera.

I sniffled and felt a small smile come across my face.

"No I don't remember." He said in a concerned voice. This was expected…he probably had held thousands of hostages since me.

Tears started up again.

I'd have to make him remember. I paused and stared at his sad eyes, and permanent smile that I knew so well. I grabbed his face and touched my lips to his. I kissed his lipstick-covered face, and he reached up and pulled my bun loose. My long, blond hair curled down behind me. Finally, after a long kiss, I got off the chair and got on my knees as well. We locked arms around each other, and I pressed my face against his chest. Don't leave me…