Chapter 10

When we got out to the car Heather was pulling her hair.

"I hate this job." She moaned as she plopped down in her seat.

"Try having the Joker as your patient." Harley snorted from the driver's seat.

"Oh, you guys don't mean that. All the inmates here all such sweet people." I said, smiling. Heather rolled her eyes.

"Obviously you haven't tried to have a session with them." Heathy growled before she looked out the window. I frowned at that.

"The session with Zsasz was fun if you ask me." I rebutted.

"I'm not being paid to have fun with the inmates. I'm paid to help cure them." She blew a stray piece of hair out of her face and turned so that her whole body faced the window.

"They are more likely to participate if they're having fun." Harley glanced at Heather who continued glaring out the window. "But I just can't figure out what to do when it comes to the Joker-he's different from all the other patients." Harley patted Heather's shoulder comfortingly before she pulled out of the parking lot.

"Different in a good way?" I asked, not really looking for an answer.

"Yeah, I feel like I can..." She trailed off, looking for the right word.

"Relate to him?" I asked with big eyes, wondering just what Harley was getting at.

"Something like that." I nodded.

"So, what's going on tonight?" I asked cheerfully. heather came out of her mini-depression just long enough to answer my question.

"Paperwork." She mumbled.

"Stop being such a downer, Heathy!" I said with as much enthusiasm as possible. She visibly slumped over.

"I have a date with Guy." Harley said carelessly. "I'm thinking about canceling it, though. Heather's right, paperwork is on the schedule tonight."

"No!" I protested, horrified. "You can't just cancel your date. it's your you time." Harley didn't respond. "You deserve your you time. You've worked so hard." It came out as a little whisper. Why were they acting so different? Well, Heather was always like this when she was in the least bit stressed out, but Harley was always happy and bubbly. I was starting to worry about her.

"Is something wrong, Harley?" Heather had beat me to the question, turning to face Harley. Harley just shook her head. She looked as though she was lost in thought."Harley?" Heather said, her brow furrowing. Worry outlined her face. It was rare that Heather would break out of her cold, emotionless demeanor and it always made me nervous. I gave me the feeling that something bad was going to happen or had happened. Like when my old boyfriend cheated on me. That was one of the times Heather had acted like this, an aura of motherly concern surrounding her.

"Nothing's wrong, okay!" Harley growled. "I'm just..worried." She massaged her temples and a sigh escaped her lips.

"About what?" I asked gently, looking at her closely.

"I'm worried I'm rushing into this wedding, I'm worried that it won't work out."

"It'll work out, Harls." I said immediately. Guy was my cousin and a close friend, I was the one who had introduced them. Two of my favorite people together, it was like a dream come true! I really wanted them to stay together, and everyone had pre-wedding jitters. But Heather shot me a look that told me I had said the wrong thing.

"If it doesn't feel right, Harls, don't do it. Always follow your heart." Heather said gently to Harley. There was a long pause.

"I think I need some time to think." Harley said at last. My heart sank a little and a pout traced my lips. "I'm calling off the wedding."