My apartment looks like a crime scene. I alternated between sobbing forlornly and breaking things in rage all day Tuesday. Shattered dishes cover every surface of my kitchen. Mugs, plates, bowls, I trashed everything. Every mirror was smashed with the golf club I'd saved from a pile of curbside trash and brought home for protection. I threw books at the walls, putting in more than a few dents and holes. Any piece of furniture that could be thrown or knocked over was. And then I took the club to my fridge.

I didn't know what to do with myself. So I sat in the mess and turned on the TV – the one thing that had been spared from my vehemence. I couldn't tell you what I watched, it was more for noise than entertainment. My mind would not stray from Joker. He had brought me to the heights of euphoria. And Alera dragged me to the depths of desolation.

I hope he kills her.

Yesterday, when I wasn't keening desolately in my bed, I used the golf club to smash all the broken dishes into a million tiny shards.

10:30 this morning my cell phone rang. It was Alera's private work number. At first I was so filled with furor that I nearly threw my phone. But then the thought that he could be hurt seized my heart and I answered. "What."

Silence loomed. I began conjuring images of my Joker wounded. Just when I opened my mouth to demand she answer me, she sighed and a very tired, defeated voice came through the phone. "He won't work with me."

Relief swept through me. And then I smiled. That's my J.

"The only thing he'll say to me is that he doesn't like me and he only wants you." My heart exploded in my chest. I could swear I died in that moment. "Otherwise he's very … hostile."

I forced a clinical tone. "How so?"

"He stares. Malevolently. He doesn't speak, but I'm terrified the whole time. It's like …" her voice shuddered. "It's like I can see him tearing me apart in his head."

My smile only widened. I let a pause linger. "And?"

"I need you to come in."

Play it cool, Harley.

"It's only Thursday. You ordered me to recover until Monday."

"Please, Dr. Quinzel." She fought to sound authoritative, but I could detect pleading in her tone. "Your patient needs care."

"Where was that concern three days ago?" I spat into the phone, unable to mask my ferocity.

"I didn't know." She sighed again. "I read his file. I talked with his previous psychiatrists. I thought I knew what he was. … I was wrong."

I didn't speak.

"What do you want, Harleen? Do you want an apology? I'm sorry. I was wrong, you were right. If he actually talks to you, if he's actually making progress with you, then clearly he needs you as his psychiatrist. Now will you please take back your patient?"

"I'll be in for his afternoon session." I hung up the phone and danced around the shambles of my apartment.

Then I showered and shaved and dressed carefully. I decided not to bother trying to open the severely dented fridge and went to the closest convenience store to grab some lunch. Inside I found a rotating standee of adorable little stuffed animals. On the top shelf was a mostly white cat that caught my eye as soon as I entered the shop.

I'm gonna make this little kitty purr.

A grin swept over my lips and I bought the cat along with my meal. I ate while I walked to the subway station, my skin positively buzzing. Everything was right with the world.

I half expected Alera to be waiting for me when I got to the asylum, but she was nowhere to be seen. No matter. She would have only ruined my mood. I fixed myself a cup of coffee in the breakroom before making my way to my office.

The note she left on my desk informing me that Joker's office privileges had been revoked barely dimmed my happiness. I was going to see him again. Yes, he would be restrained, but I would see him.

My heels clicked through the halls to security 1. The guards nodded at me as I passed them into the room.

"There she is." He grinned at me as I approached. I couldn't wipe the smile from my face.

I placed my usual legal pad and pen on the table along with my coffee cup before sitting down across from him.

"Dr. Quinzel." He drawled out my name and sent my stomach tying into knots. "You know I live for these moments with you."

"I know what you mean." I murmured. Being separated was like being dead. I hadn't really known what living was until that first session with him. "I missed you."

"Me too, baby. You and that delicious pussy."

That's when I remembered his gift and I reached into my pocket.

"What do you got?" God, his voice does things to me.

"I got you a kitty." I grinned, holding it out for him to see.

"So thoughtful."

I glowed under his praise as I set the toy down in the middle of the table. "I heard you were … difficult for Dr. Standness."

"That cunt deserves what's coming to her."

A wide smile plastered my lips. "What do you have planned?"

"Uh, uh." He snapped his teeth at me. "I don't wanna spoil the surprise."

I giggled. It seemed to please him.

He leaned forward, staring into me, dropping his tone seductively, "Come on, baby. Gimme a taste of that sweet pie."

I glanced over my shoulder at the security camera and he forced my attention back to him, "Ah, ah, ah. Don't worry about that." He waited for me to be looking him in the eye and then he said, "Do it for Daddy."

Arousal sparked a flood in my crotch and I gasped. He smirked, knowing I would obey. I'd do anything he asked. I leaned back in my chair and kept my eyes locked on his as I slid my hand under the waistband of my skirt – the same one he'd fucked me in – to slip a finger between my folds. Once thoroughly coated, I carefully withdrew my hand and wiped my finger around my mouth like it held lip gloss. Then I moved forward, leaning onto the table in the same way I had the first time we'd kissed.

"Oh, you're a baaad girl, aren't you?"

"Only for you."

His tongue swiped across my lips before he claimed my mouth in a rough kiss. "Just as mouthwatering as I remember." He moaned against my lips.

By the time I sat down again, my pussy was absolutely aching. I yearned for him to fill me, but there was no way I was going that far in an unlocked, monitored room. The risk that a security officer might be looking at our feed right then was part of what turned me on so much during the kiss. But I'd be arrested for sure if I was caught having sex with a patient. It's technically rape because of my position of power as his doctor. Though the thought of me having any kind of power over him was laughable. I snickered.

"What's funny?"

"It's nothing."

"Come now. We both know how much I love a joke."

One side of my mouth curved up in a smirk. "Just the thought of me having power over you."

"Oh, but you do have power over me." His voice was enticing. "Don't you remember my little present in solitary?"

The carnage flashed into my mind. I had never seen so much blood. "You killed for me."

"Nobody touches my Harley girl." Danger and fury and possessiveness filled his tone. My heart floated from joy.

"Thank you, again. I've never been so scared." The next was attempted to be muttered under my breath, but I'm positive he heard me. "I feel like I owe you something."

I tucked a stray lock of hair behind my ear as he leaned forward in his chair, staring into me, "There is something you can do for me, doctor."

"Anything. I mean, yeah."

His eyes never strayed from mine. "I need a machine gun."

"A machine gun?" I think I nodded because next he was chuckling, a wide smile crinkling his eyes.

"I think it's time I got out of here."

He deserves to be free.

"Of course." Where the hell do I get a machine gun? "I don't … I mean I've never bought a gun."

"It'll be delivered."

"What?"

"At your apartment. You just need to bring it in tomorrow and get it to me. … And leave one of the security doors unlocked so I can escape."

"I don't have keys to the outer security doors."

He started to gag then, making odd coughing sounds. Before I could react to my concern for him, he spat a brass colored key onto the table. "Fools never counted the key ring I used to kill Lonnie."

I snatched it quickly and put it in my pocket. I didn't want it turning up on the security tapes. "You're sure this is the right one?"

He gave me a look.

"Why didn't you just leave after you killed Lon?"

"I'd never make it past all those guards. That's why I need you to bring me the gun." He needs me. "And I wanted to see you again." He wants me.

"I'll help you." I smiled. Then joked, "After all, I am your doctor."