"General Kenobi. Years ago you served my father in the Clone Wars. Now he begs you to help him in his struggle against the Empire. I regret that I am unable to present my father's request to you in person, but my ship has fallen under attack, and I'm afraid my mission to bring you to Alderaan has failed. I have placed information vital to the survival of the Rebellion into the memory systems of this R2 unit. My father will know how to retrieve it. You must see this droid safely delivered to him on Alderaan. This is our most desperate hour. Help me, Obi-Wan Kenobi. You're my only hope."

Arthur came into the bedroom and noticed how Harley was watching a sci-fi movie, in bed. "What's this?" He asked, nodding at the TV.

"Star Wars, I think? Not sure." She answered with a shrug. "Doesn't look like it's gonna be successful. Did you have a good night?"

"Yeah, I did. Found out some interesting things, to use later. How was your time with Pamela?" He asked casually, though there was annoyance in his voice.

"Good, good." Harley answered absentmindedly. She couldn't focus, her head was running wild about the kiss they shared.

Arthur peeled off his clothes and crawled over her. He stopped halfway and tugged on her shorts. "Lose these." He instructed her. Harley quickly did as she was told and Arthur pulled her legs apart, burying his head between her thighs.

When Harley felt the tips of his tongue tickle her folds, she moaned softly. He deepened it and found the bundle of nerves hidden there, playing with it, licking and sucking it with vigor. Harleys jaw dropped and she moaned louder, reveling in the pleasure Arthur was giving her. She went through his hair with her hand and he let out a moan as well, loving this feeling.

With a free hand, Arthur reached down and took out his hardened cock, starting to stroke himself as he pleasured Harley. "You love me, right?" He asked, panting.

Harley was caught up in a world of pleasure and started to babble. "Yes, yes, I love you so much, so much!" She cried out, feeling her peak draw closer and closer. She could feel her body shake and her folds almost tremble, the skillful way Arthur was alternating between teasing and pleasuring her.

"You wouldn't cross me, would you, Harley?" Arthur asked, still stroking himself. But now he stopped licking and just stared at her. Harley felt desperate. She needed her peak and didn't want to entertain the possibility that he knew about her and Pamela.

"No, never, never, please let me come!" Harley cried out, clutching at the sheets with her hands, almost ripping the sheets in frustration.

Arthur licked over her pussy once, slow and determined. Harley groaned, deeply frustrated and aroused.

"Would you ever lie to me?" He asked, repeating what he just did. Again Harley let out a frustrated sound.

"Never!" She panted.

"No, you wouldn't be so stupid, you'd know I'd have to kill you!" He said with a big smile, almost seeming deranged. Then he attacked her clit with his tongue, lashing at it over and over, while he stroked himself hard and fast.

Harley wanted to object, wanted to tell him that they should talk this over since that wasn't a normal thing to say. But she couldn't. The pleasure he was forcing on her now was taking over her entire mind, leaving little room for anything else. Soon her body spasmed as she crashed into an orgasm, crying out in pleasure.

While still rubbing her clit, Arthur sat up and sprayed his cum all over her body, grunting and groaning through his own peak as well. He leaned forward and licked his cum off her stomach, then kissed her fiercely, forcing his tongue into her mouth so she had to taste his essence. Harley let him and basked in the dirtiness of his actions.

Despite how disturbed this was, she couldn't deny loving it, craving it. She wondered if Pamela could ever give this to her. Did she make a mistake? Did she belong with Arthur instead? She didn't know.

Arthur continued to lick off his cum and kiss her after, until she was completely clean again. Then Harley cleaned his cock with her tongue, which caused them both to get so aroused that they started everything again from the start. By the time they finally went to sleep, she was far too tired to think things over.

The next day at work, Harley started her day by writing a report about yesterday's session. It had been quite difficult, a woman that had the urge to set everything on fire. She burned down her own apartment and several others, killing two entire families in the process. She didn't seem to grasp the severity of what she did and kept asking why she was here. It was heartbreaking, really.

Sipping from her coffee, Harley wrote down the last bits and wiped away a tear, not even realizing that she was crying over this case. Her mother had always said that she was too sensitive, but Harley never wanted to listen. She started this job to better understand her own broken family, but she wasn't getting closer to that problem.

Suddenly the door to the office swung open and a whole group of coworkers entered, singing 'happy birthday', holding a birthday cake. Harley bit her lip, touched by this. Even Vicky was there, she noticed. John helped to put the birthday cake on the table and extended his hand to her. Harley quickly stood up and accepted it, with a shy smile.

"Harleen, happy birthday! With many good years to come, we hope!" He said warmly and Harley chuckled some.

"Thanks, John. Thanks everyone, this is great."

Vicky started to cut the cake into pieces for everyone, after wishing her a happy birthday as well. The other coworkers took turns shaking her hand and Harley felt overwhelmed with all the love. When Pamela approached her, her heart skipped a beat. But there was guilt as well. Could she choose between her and Arthur? Would it be safe? At least Pamela wouldn't kill her if she chose Arthur. It wasn't so sure if the opposite was true...

"Happy birthday, Harleen." Pamela interrupted her thoughts in a warm tone. When she kissed Harleys cheeks, the girl practically melted. It was so soft, so tender.

"And I have another announcement!" John said happily, once everyone was enjoying a piece of cake. He waited with glee in his eyes, until everyone stopped talking.

"Our very own Harleen Quinzell is an official doctor! Your thesis has been approved, Harleen! You've graduated!" The other coworkers started to clap for her as Harley got teary-eyed. She did it. She was officially a doctor now. It felt good, but also empty, since all the other aspects on her life were so unstable at the moment.

"Thank you all, I'm so honored." She managed to say before hiding her face in her hands and crying softly. Mistaking the action for tears of joy, the others started to slap her on the back with an awkward chuckle.

Everyone returned to work shortly after, they were a busy institution after all and people didn't stop being crazy just for a party. Pamela stayed in the office. "Come with me." She told Harley and she followed her, to her own wing, where they could talk more privately.

"Did you talk to Arthur? Does he know?" Pamela straight up asked her, once she closed the door behind them.

"I-I.." Harley murmured and Pamela sighed. "That's a no then. So you're not leaving him?"

"This isn't easy, you know? Last night he said that he would kill me if I ever double-crossed him!" Harley said in a desperate tone, sitting on Pamela's desk and hiding her face in her hands again.

Pamela frowned. She didn't want Harleen in danger. "Do you think he's serious?"

"I can never really tell." Harley answered honestly. It was hard to determine when Arthur was messing around, or when he was serious. Part of her even suspected him to know about the kiss, for a while. But there was no way that he could know. Was there?

"Anyway, I think it's best we..." She started to say but Pamela quickly kissed her. Soft, tender, slow. Harleen melted into the kiss and sighed happily. Pamela pulled back and frowned.

"Come over tonight? Make up some excuse and come over? I-I...I need you, at least once. I can make you feel a lot better than he can." She practically begged her. Harleen hesitated for a few moments, but then nodded.

"I'll be there."

The day was long and boring, but finally it was time to go home. Home. What a weird concept. What did home even mean? It wasn't the place that she felt safe. But it was the place that held her heart. Or was that Pamela's home? She'd find out soon enough, Harleen thought.

She walked into the living area above the warehouse and smiled, thinking of going to Pamela's house. Before the day was over, she had written it on a little card for her. Now she just had to tell Arthur and go.

"Arthur? Where are you?" She called out, when she didn't see him.

"Here." He called back, from the bedroom.

Harleen went in there and swallowed hard, when she saw him put on his make up.

"Business?" She asked and he nodded, making eye contact with her through the mirror.

"I graduated today. I'm an official doctor now." She said carefully, cracking a small smile. She felt tension in the room for some reason and felt like good news might defuse that.

"A wonderful new addition to Arkham's money machine!" Arthur replied, in a sarcastic manner, giving her a wide fake smile before continuing his work.

Harley sighed. He didn't even get up to congratulate her. He didn't even congratulate her with her birthday. Alright, that wasn't totally fair, he didn't know about her birthday. She didn't know his either. And then it hit her. They never talked. They had sex. Good sex...but just sex. This wasn't a relationship, it was good sex.

"I'm going to Pamela's, she asked me to celebrate with a dinner, maybe a movie after." She told Arthur and started to change her clothes.

"I'm sure she did." He murmured and kept gazing at her, through the mirror. Harley eyed him nervously for a moment but then continued to get ready. If he wasn't going to talk, then she wasn't going to entertain him, she decided. She said goodbye, but Arthur didn't answer, which was hurtful but not a disaster, Harleen thought. This was going to be a lovely night, despite of his behavior.

Somehow traffic was crazy and she was held up multiple times in the subway. People were talking about explosions in different part of town. But luckily the police came and sorted it out, guiding everyone to their destination. Once she arrived at Pamela's, she felt a lot better. Perhaps this wasn't going to be so hard of a decision anyway, if Arthur kept behaving like this. What was there to stay for?

When she noticed that the front door of Pamela's apartment was open, she felt a knot tie in her stomach. This was not good, something was off. She heard music inside and smelled food being cooked, but it wasn't right. Quickly she let herself in and closed the door behind her.

"Pamela?" She called out, turning around to face the living area of the home. She let out a whimper of shock when she saw her friend laying there, her lips green and her skin gray. It looked like she was sleeping, but Harleen knew better by the sight of her.

"No! NO!" She cried out and rushed to her side, grabbing her shoulders and shaking her, to try and wake her up.

"Oh, did she pass out early? I knew this meal was to die for..." A familiar voice sounded and Joker stepped out of the kitchen with a gun in his right hand and a smile on his face.