The rest of the day was a dream. She got the keys to her new office which had two rooms, the first even bigger than her original office and the second with a bed and a lamp. Comfier than the patients' beds, too. She met a few of her new regular patients; now she was a full-time doc all of her day was filled with appointments rather than the dull paperwork that interns faced.
She was so busy she forgot to count down to her meeting with the Joker, which had been changed to her last appointment of the day now. She only remembered when she heard clattering and shouting from the corridor. She rushed out of her office to see what was going on and her heart sank to see Mr J being dragged by three guards. He was kicking and screaming.
"I'm not seeing that slut again! I'll fucking murder you all before I talk to her!"
Her heart raced. So much progress, ruined. The guards cuffed him to his chair, both arms and legs, and left the room to sit outside. The one who Mr J accused of having a crush on her handed her a little device.
"A panic button. We figured you need it. We'll be outside."
"Thanks," she said, glumly. He flashed her a sympathetic grin and closed the door behind him gently.
The Joker had gone silent and was staring at the ground. Her heart was still racing. How on earth do you get a patient to trust you after you kissed another patient? He clearly thought she was the most unprofessional doctor out there. And two of his killed themselves.
She quietly sat in the chair opposite him. A few moments of silence passed before she could pluck up the courage to speak.
"Well I thought you were going to be happy to know I'm a full-time doctor now. We were getting along great."
"I bet Ivy's happy," he snarled, still avoiding her gaze.
She paused. "Why do you keep bringing up Pamela?" she asked, trying to sound innocent.
His head snapped up and he glared at her. "Cuz you wanna fuck her, don't you Harleen?"
She was terrified. "That is ridiculous statement. And unfounded."
He stared at the floor again.
She sighed. "I know that a lot of doctors here have a… soft spot for Ivy. I mean, Pamela. But I am a professional." And a big fat liar, she thought. "I don't have favourite patients. And I certainly do not want to… fuck… any of you."
The Joker grinned and it was like a weight lifted off her shoulders. Nearly back to his normal… crazy… self.
"Not any of us? Though I suppose you're not the kind of girl who would fuck. You'd make love. Sweet."
She blushed. "Let's get on with the session, shall we?"
He grinned again. "Session? Like your make out session with Ivy last night, huh?"
Fuck. She coughed. "Now I don't…"
"No use in denying it, Harley Baby. Ivy told me all about it. As we watched and erased it from the security camera. Gotta say I wish I kept a copy for myself… I mean of course I was so jealous I wanted to rip her little ginger head off but I can't deny loving a bit of girl on girl…"
She was crimson. Goddamn it.
He cackled. "Don't worry, princess, I won't tell that perv Dr A. He'd wanna see for himself, wouldn't he?" His smile vanished. "But don't be doing it again. You're MINE, you hear me?"
"I'm not anyone's, Mr J. I'm a person, not a toy. And I can be both your doctor and Pamela's. This is very childish behaviour. Were you an only child, by any chance, Mr J?" Very professional, she thought.
He clenched his fists and she was glad for the cuffs.
"You're a fucking slut," he snarled, "How fucking dare you walk around here like you're all prim and proper and acting like a fucking virgin when you're whoring yourself out to everyone who asks for it."
Harley jumped up, grabbed her mug and smashed it onto the floor in front of him. "I am NOT a slut!" she screamed.
Silence. The Joker stared at the ceramic pieces on the floor. Then grinned, as usual.
"Fiesty. Maybe I like what Ivy did to you."
She went red with anger. "Ivy did NOTHING to me. Stop talking about her."
"Stop denying your lesbian tendencies then, doc."
"I am not a lesbian."
"Then uncuff me and prove it. I'll show you a far better time than Ivy, you dirty little whore. Does Daddy need to spank you?" He cackled and Harley sank back into her chair. The sexual harassment was better than verbal abuse, she figured.
He smiled at her. "Sorry for getting angry, Harley Baby. I was jealous. You're supposed to be my little princess."
She couldn't help but feel warmed by that, though that reaction made her hate herself. "Shall we continue with the session?" she asked, picking up the clipboard.
