"Morning Doctor Quinzel." Ron said, nodding in her direction. She smiled politely.
"Good morning."
"Cuffs won't be needed again this session?" Ron assumed, and Harley nodded.
"That's fine. Thank you."
The guards both nodded and left the room. Harley let out a sigh, fixed her glasses and smiled genuinely at the Joker.
"How are you Mistah J?"
He shrugged.
"So, so."
Harley frowned.
"What's wrong?"
Joker patted the couch beside him and Harley jumped up, sitting as close as she could to her patient. The Joker wrapped his arm around her waist and distractedly twirled her hair around his finger as he stared at the wall in front of him.
"I guess I'm just sick of being trapped in here like a caged bird. I feel no better then an animal…being punished for doing nothing wrong."
Harley bit her lip.
"But Mistah J you broke the law. You killed hundreds of people and blew up a manufacturing company…you don't think that's wrong?"
"No."
Harley opened her mouth to object but he put a finger to her lips.
"I wouldn't expect you to understand…your just like them."
An angry growl escaped as Harley pulled away from him, her eyes burning dangerously.
"I'm nothing like the rest of them! I'm on your side mister.J! We understand each other! We care about each other!"
The Joker gently ran his hand across her face to calm her down.
"I know pumpkin pie it's just…I don't think you really do understand me, you don't understand why what I do is right."
"Then help me understand! Explain everything to me. I want to be on your side Mister J! I'm nothing like the rest of the world."
The Joker grinned menacingly.
"Alright."
The Joker sat up, preparing himself for a long story.
"You think what I do is wrong don't you Harls? That by breaking the law, blowing things up… I'm crazy! Well I'm not. I know exactly what I'm doing and there is a reason behind it."
"There is? It's not meaningless?"
The Joker pretended to look insulted.
"Meaningless? No! I'm trying to portray a message, to tell the people of Gotham something they need to know! I'm trying to show them that they are all wrong. The way they live their lives…now THAT is meaningless."
"Whaddya mean Mistah J?"
"Well you see Harls when you think about it. And I mean really think about it, the way you all live is a contradiction. Those so called laws! The way of keeping Gotham 'safe and 'fair' HA!"
Harley curled up closer to the Joker and looked up at him like a child looking up at Santa. Completely engrossed and awed.
"The system is a contradiction in itself. It's prejudice, unfair. It's biased!"
Harley nodded slowly, her mouth hanging open and her eyes wide.
"Uh-huh…"
The Joker smiled at her, clasped her hand in his and continued.
"If you saw a stranger on the street commit a murder or break the law you'd expect them to be punished without question – right? But if it were someone you knew, someone you loved! Well then it would be different. You would question the laws you so readily abided by and you'd question how 'fair' they really were. You'd try and use bribe's, lawyers, loop holes. Anything possible to get that person out of trouble…thus messing with the law. Loosing belief in it…"
Harley frowned, the clock in the background ticking loudly as the words sunk in. He was right, she couldn't deny that fact. But she didn't want to believe it. She did believe the laws worked, they were there for a reason. She frowned, confused. He was right, but she also knew that laws were right. They did exercise some control...
"You're... Your right." She murmured reluctantly and the Joker nodded.
"Of course I am Harley-girl. And that is why I do what I do! People think they're revolutionizing the way they live with laws…when they're actually taking a step backwards. I however am ahead of you all and I am trying to show you the right way to live. Without laws. I'm only trying to help."
Harley patted his hand gently and looked into his eyes. He looked so innocent so sincere. He really was trying to help and…well…when she considered it he really wasn't doing anything wrong. To them it was wrong…it was against the law. But the law was WRONG! All he wanted to do was show them that it was a contradiction and they beat him up and threw him in a cage like an animal.
"Oh pudd'n…" Harley wrapped her arms around his neck, holding him close and rubbing his head in affection.
"I'm only trying to help Harls." The joker said sadly and she nodded.
"I know pudd'n. I know."