Joker sat in his cell, again. The thoughts running through his head were on Harley Quinn, again. She had acted like she was protecting him again. He hated it. That wasn't 100% true, it made him uncomfortable, that he hated.

He hated that she thought he needed saving. The fact that she had literally thrown herself into a physical altercation with those dolts that somehow passed for security guards, was flattering. The fact that she had pushed him through the hallway and stitched him up, was impressive. Then today, she had lifted her shirt, baring her stomach to him, so she could clean his face.

The worst that would have happened was a scolding from Joan. Joker knew Joan had a soft spot for him, that's why he hadn't attacked her. She loved to hate him and would have given him a warning and a slap on the wrist. Maybe not let him paint again.

Oh how he had enjoyed the warm, smooth skin against his face. He'd forgotten how nice a woman's skin could feel. He skin smelled faintly like vanilla. He groaned out loud, he needed to curb his train of thought before he lost control. He was human, but he was not a slave to the flesh.

He just needed to think of something else. He had decided that he liked 'Art Therapy', for now. He was pretty sure the time would come when they started to ask the usual boring questions.

'Did you father beat you?' 'Did your mother hug you?' 'Did you have friends in school?' 'Do you feel remorse for killing?' And of course the worst one, 'What's your name?'

He was so tired of questions.

Monday rolled around and Harley was a ball of nervous energy. All weekend she had found herself looking at the painting of Joker. She got ready and brought some expensive, good coffee for herself and Joan, with her. She may have gotten a chocolate bar to keep in her pocket.

Joan was on the phone talking heatedly with someone and ushered Harley inside.

"I understand," Pause "Yes, he is secure." pause "No, there is no way he could get to her." another pause, "It was probably a prank of some kind."

Harley picked up the second coffee and handed it to Joan. She mouthed thank you to Harley as she picked up the cup.

"Fine, yes, the staff here wish her well. Yes, Okay."

Joan slammed the phone down. "Well, happy Monday. Our daytime head nurse just quit." Joan rubbed her eyes.

"Did she say why?"

Joan laughed, "She said Joker threatened her if she drew his blood during the physical."

Harley frowned. "Oh."

"It's all her word on it, there is no documentation on the incident. That's why we tell the staff report everything, just in case. Maybe ask him about it today if you can."

Harley smiled, "Ill try."

"Good, I think today we should continue the one on one for now. Jonathan still doesn't want to speak to you. Maybe try the group session on Wednesday."

"You're the boss." She said.

Joan sipped her coffee, then looked back at Harley. "Yes, but as we work together, if you feel unconformable or think something doesn't feel right, I expect you to let me know."

"Absolutely." Harley couldn't keep the smile off of her face.

They headed down to the art room and made sure everything was ready for their patients. The knock on the door startled Harley. After the incident with her shirt, she was feeling nervous to see Joker.

The guards walked the men inside and removed the restraints. They left, and the orderlies reassured Joan they would be outside of the door, waiting.

"Gentlemen, welcome back. We will have another one on one session today, but you need to choose a different medium to work with." Joan looked over at Joker as she spoke.

Crane moved towards the modeling clay and Joan followed. Joker moved the full circle again before deciding on the colored pencils. Once Joker had chosen and sat down, Joan spoke again.

"Today lets try what you want in the future, and before you start," she once again looked directly at Joker. "I do not mean fighting Batman."

He let out a childish sigh of defeat, then turned to face the table. Harley moved to sit across from him.

Joker was already scribbling on the paper. "You're back again. Why does she have you in here? Not that I mind." he spoke softly, not looking up from the paper in front of him.

"She thinks you like me and I might get you to spill some of your juicy secrets." She raised her eyebrows comically.

He looked up from his paper, one eyebrow raised. "Is that right?" Then he went back to drawing.

Harley watched as he either finished the first picture or grew bored of it, he turned the page and began drawing again. His hand moved in quick movements across the page.

"Yea, she even has a question she wanted me to ask you today."

His hand froze. "Well? Ask."

Harley swallowed, her mouth and throat felt dry. She cleared her throat and leaned forward. "Did you threaten a nurse who drew blood from you? She quit today, saying that you threatened her."

Joker chuckled, and started drawing again. Harley wasn't sure if he would be answering her.

"Technically, I threatened her before she took what didn't belong to her. She had the guards tranquilize me and she stole it anyway." He peeked at Harley gauging her reaction. "Haven't seen her since."

He paused in his drawing, leaned his head back, eyes closed, looking deep in thought. His head snapped back up and he started to draw again. Harley watched as his tongue stuck out as he worked.

"How was your weekend?" she asked.

His shoulders shook lightly as he laughed. "Oh, sweets, after, uh, art class Friday, It was a long and boring weekend."

Harley felt her face burn.

"Sorry, I didn't think about that."

"Don't apologize. I enjoyed the view immensely." he said eyes cutting to her and then back to the page.

She didn't know what to say, she just prayed that her face would stop burning in embarrassment.

"Did you get rid of the painting?" he asked.

"Your face?" he nodded. "No."

He looked back at her now, "No?"

She shook her head no and bit her lip. His eyes shot to the poor abused flesh, his tongue shooting out to move along his scar on his lip reflexively."

Harley watched the movement, then just as quick he was back to drawing. She watched him move to a new page.

"Do you like drawing?"

"No."

She laughed, "Are you sure?"

He looked up at her then back at the page. She watched him moving the pencil furiously across the paper. He was engrossed in the image. She wanted to see it. Joan might have done some good here. That reminded her, she should give him a heads up.

"Joan wanted to make part of Wednesday a group activity." That earned her a bark of laughter. "You know, if you did want to keep seeing me, you have to give her something."

He stopped drawing, "Do you want to keep seeing me?"

The look in his eyes was dangerous, like he was daring her to tell him the truth.

She felt brave, "You want the truth?"

He smiled. "Lay it on me."

"No." she said. She knew she had surprised him by the raise of his eyebrows. "Not like this." She added. "This is like watching a tiger caged at the zoo. You know you are relatively safe because the cage is there."

His face darkened. "You want the safari experience?"

She shook her head no."I want the 'Your plane crashed and you life is in danger of being ended by the tiger stalking you, and you don't even know it.' experience." She said eyes dilated at the thought.

Joker was, for lack of a better word, shocked by her confession. This girl was crazy. He had always assumed the girl had to be slightly off to act like she did around him. He didn't know she probably deserved to be in here with the wakkos.

"You said you wanted the truth." She took his silence as judgment.

"You surprised me Harley girl. That doesn't happen often."

"Oh," she paused. "Good surprise or bad surprise."

He laughed again, "I don't know yet. Once I figure it out, I will let you know." He tossed the pencil down and laid the book of paper face down. "Any treats today?" he asked.

Harley smiled. She reached into the pocket of her lab coat and handed him half of the chocolate bar. She watched as he ate the chocolate slowly, like he was letting it melt in his mouth instead of chewing it.

"Now, this is my favorite so far." he smiled.

"Here." she handed him the other half. "Enjoy."

He ate it all, she would have had a stomach ache eating that much chocolate. She watched him.

He watched her watch him, and for something so innocent, it felt dirty. Once he had finished the last one, he smiled at her. "You spoil me."

He watched the blush spread across her face again, he loved that, and grabbed the book he had been drawing in. He pulled out the picture he had been working on last, and folded it in half, handing it to Harley. She took the page and opened it.

She blushed harder when she realized what it was. He had drawn what she assumed he had seen when she was wiping his face on Friday. It was a clear view of the underside of bra covered breasts and stomach. She tucked the paper into her pocket.

"Why would you draw that?" she hissed at him.

"Haven't been able to get the sight out of my head all weekend." he answered as he pulled the second one he'd done from the book, tucking it away in his pants.

"What was that one?" Harley asked.

"That one is private." he said dismissing her question.

Then lastly he grabbed the first picture he drew. His 'assignment'. Just in time for Joan to walk over and bug them.

"Well? What do you have for today?"

He held up the picture in his hands like a child showing artwork to his parents. Joan looked at the page and frowned. Harley looked at it, it was a big swirl of blue. Different shades of blue swirled together.

"What is that?" Joan asked.

"This is a Tsunami, the big one, that takes out Gotham and drowns Batman." He smiled wider. "Future's looking bright huh?"

Joan rolled her eyes, "At least its a bit more creative than Friday."

Joker frowned. He guessed he'd have to try harder to annoy her next time.

"See you gentlemen on Wednesday." She let the orderlies know they were ready to go.

Once Crane and Joker were out of the room, Joan turned to Harley.

"Well? Did you ask him?"

"Yea, he said he did threaten her before she drew his blood, but hadn't seen her since."

Joan smiled. "That's about what I thought. Our turnover rate is so high, they all try to claim PTSD and get money for doing nothing."

Harley thought that was a bit harsh of a statement to make, but kept it to herself.

"Did he open up more?" Joan looked so hopeful.

Harley wasn't sure what to say. "Well, he asked why you bring me here. I told him the truth. He didn't seem upset about it. Oh, and he told me his weekend was long and boring."

Joan smiled. "He's opening up, this is good."

Harley smiled back. "Maybe we could get him art stuff for his cell. Maybe something soft, no pencils. I don't know. Never mind it is stupid."

"It's not stupid, maybe we can make suggestions, see if he seems receptive."

Harley nodded.

"I would like to give you some basic questions for you to ask. See if he will answer any for you, over the next few weeks."

Harley felt weird about that. She liked their free form conversations. They seemed more natural.

"I'll try."she said not feeling confident about it.

"That's all I ask. Let's call it a day."

"Sure, see you tomorrow."

Harley headed straight home and popped a TV dinner in the microwave. Once it was ready, she sat on the couch, the food cooling on her coffee table.

While she waited, she pulled the folded paper out of her lab coat pocket. She looked at the picture again and felt the blush all over again. She got up and went into her bathroom. She set the piece of paper on the sink and grabbed her hand mirror. She lifted her shirt and held the mirror down at her waist.

She looked at the picture and back. The sketch looked very much like her under boob. She moved back to the couch and picked at her food. She tossed the rest of the disgusting food and headed to bed. She laid there, thinking about the picture. It was so detailed.

She wondered if maybe he had an eidetic memory. Was that how he managed to plan things in such detail? Oh, that made so much sense, not that she could tell anyone how she came to that conclusion. She'd have to figure it out somehow.

She'd worried herself sick by Wednesday morning. She didn't feel any better about Joan's plan. It seemed stupid, but Joan was the boss. Harley picked up a bag of Hershey miniatures, hoping to be able to slip him a few, if he didn't fly off the handle a kill everyone in the room. Like usual, they waited for the guys to get there.

Once they had finally arrived, Joan had them sitting together. Well, about three feet from each other. They mostly ignored each other, Crane focused on Joan and Joker looking around the room aimlessly. Harley was hoping Joan would skip this bit, but she had insisted. She wanted to try it out before they split into the one on ones.

Joan stood in front of them. "Okay, here we are, getting along. We are going to keep it that way, unless you two would like to go back to your old therapy."

Both men were silent, Joan took that as a good sign.

"First we will have group discussion, if that goes well, we will get to the art part of the session."

They were still silent.

"Okay, who wants to go first?"

Crane stayed silent, but Joker let his head fall back and a huff of air left his mouth.

Joan smiled brightly. "Thank you for volunteering, Joker."

Harley almost laughed when his head popped up and an annoyed look crossed his face.

"Here are your two assignments. What fuels you." She held up the painting of the sandwich. " and what you see in your future." she held up the Tsunami.

Joker grinned, his scars pulling the skin at an odd angle. "Now, I admit Joan, this isn't my best work, I just didn't feel any motivation with those topics."

"Regardless, we will discuss, Jonathan, what do you think?"

The man looked at the at the two pictures. "I think the Joker here, is hiding his true feelings behind an innocent artifice."

Joker looked at his painting and the Tsunami and frowned. He tilted his head to the side. "You know doc, I think he's right."

Joan and Crane both looked confused.

"You do?" she asked.

He pressed his lips together, "I do."

Joan looked like Christmas had come early. "That's a start." she turned to grab Crane's art work.

Joker shot a look at Harley and winked. She used her hand to hide her smile.

Joan lifted a paper and a small clay sculpture. "Here are Jonathan's, what do you feel when you see these?"

Joker looked. The picture was a swirl of black and grays, spiraling into nothing. The other was a small skeletal figure.

"I think he's depressed. That is the darkest black hole, and I don't have a clue what that is." he pointed at the figure.

Joan frowned, Crane wasn't paying any attention to the clown, he was watching the blonde that had somehow captured the clown's attention. The girl seemed to only have eyes for the clown. It was fascinating.

"Well, you aren't a doctor, you can't try to diagnose a fellow patient."

"Oh, Dr. Joker, I like the sound of that. Do you think it's too late for a change in career?"

Harley laughed out loud and all three sets of eyes were on her. Crane could read her like a book, like he could see every dark dirty secret. Joan looked like she was scowling at her, like a disappointed parent. Joker looked at her like she was the only one in the room, amusement clear on his face.

Joan turned her attention back to the men, "I think that is enough today. We will finish the group time. It went surprisingly better than I thought it would. Today you can pick your own topic to do."

Joker seemed almost exited at the idea. He stood stretching his arms above his head. Harley couldn't help but focus in on the flesh that showed when the shirt lifted slightly. Joker moved back to the pencils. Harley moved to follow but Joan grabbed her arm.

"How do you think it went?" she asked.

"I think it went well, we should definitely try at least once more before we decide for sure."

Joan smiled, "I agree." She turned and went to sit by Crane.

Harley moved to Joker's side. "I'm proud of you."

"Who me?" he chuckled.

"You participated, enough at least." she smiled. "Joan's happy."

"I'll let you in on a little secret." she leaned closer to hear him. "Joan loves me. She's not a bad Doc. There's just not anything wrong with me." he said.

Harley thought about what he had said. It almost sounded like he respected Joan. The thought made her happy for some reason.

"Well, it doesn't matter, I'm still proud."

He turned to look at her. "Geez Harls, you're gonna make me blush."

She ignored the statement, "I brought more chocolate." she said gaining his full attention.

"Well, why didn't you start with that?"

She pulled the small handful of the tiny chocolate bars from her pocket. There was a mix of milk chocolate, Krackle, Mr. Goodbar, and Special dark.

"Oh Harley, I think I might love you." he said biting into the first one.

She hated how her heart seemed to skip a beat at the words. Her belly felt like a swarm of bees were buzzing around inside. She knew he didn't mean it like that, but boy she wanted him to. She wanted the full attention of this man on her, She had officially lost her mind.

"Yea, well, enjoy." she said lamely.

He looked at her, she sounded off, not the bubbly way she usually did. What was wrong with her?

"What's up Harley?"

"What do you mean?"

"You sound... wrong. I don't like it, bring back my Harley."

Her body was working against her. When she heard the words, 'My Harley'. She smiled like a fool.

"Ah, there she is. What happened?"

She frowned. "I think we need to talk, but not in here, with them." She said, her face serious again.

Joker frowned back at her. "Okay, my lawyer is coming to see me after this. Same room. Can you book it there before they get me in the room?"

Her eyes lit up, "Yes."

"Good girl."

She smiled as they continued the art therapy. When Joan called the session over, the guards and orderlies took the men out. Harley showed Joker's very detailed drawing of the Gotham Bridge. Joan looked excited.

"Good job, go home see you tomorrow."

Harley hurried, sneaking into the room and onto the couch to wait. She laid there almost fifteen full minutes before she heard the door open. She heard the restraints being bolted to the table.

The lawyer was escorted in next. As soon as the door closed, Joker called for her. Harley sat up, causing the lawyer to yelp.

"What is she doing here? I will have to report it this time."

Joker looked at him, "No, you won't. You will sit there and shut up. She's one of my doctors and we needed to talk without interruption."

The lawyer frowned. "Fine, talk."

"Ah, ah, cover your ears." the lawyer turned and put his hands over his ears.

Harley laughed.

"Okay sweets, what's the deal?"

Harley leaned forward and wiped her palms on her pants. Her stomach felt almost sick.

"I don't know if we should talk like we do anymore. I don't think it's right. Joan thinks I'm helping you, but I feel like I'm taking advantage of you."

His laughter was loud, and it hurt her feelings a bit. Was he laughing at her?

"Come here Harley." she obeyed without thought.

He leaned forward, she felt his breath on her face,

"You are not taking advantage of me, I promise."

"Yea, but I am in a position of pow-" He cut her off.

"Stop Harley, you are not-" She interrupted him.

"But as an employee of Arkham, I have an obligat-"

"Damn it Harley." He moved forward, pushing his mouth onto hers. He hadn't planned on kissing her, but she wouldn't stop talking. It worked, she was silent, and now that he had his mouth on hers he liked it. Her mouth was soft and tasted like chocolate. Her hands moved up and fingers touched his face, thumbs rubbed along his scars, he pulled away.

"You calmed down?" he asked.

She lowered her hands from his face. "No." she said breathing heavy.

Oh he really liked her. "What did you want to talk about, besides your delusion of power over me?"

She really didn't want to have this conversation, but her heart and head were driving her crazy. She took a deep breath, "I have feelings for you and it's not right." she said plainly avoiding his eyes.

"Why not?"

"You are a patient, we can't have a relationship of any kind, including that kiss." her face was burning in embarrassment and she felt light headed.

He looked at her, she was serious, she had actual feelings for him. Now he knew she was nuts. Sure he found himself thinking of the blonde haired, blue eyed temptress. He had the drawing he had done of her and her innocent face as she bit on her lip tucked away safely in his cell. But feelings?

He cocked his head to the side, she was cute. He could use the distraction until he got bored of her, of course. She could be fun.

"My sweet... little... Harley. The, uh, solution is simple. I'll just leave here."

She laughed "Good luck, they keep you locked down pretty tight."

He smiled, "Don't worry about that."

She wasn't sure what to think. He had just kissed her. He had just implied that he was going to break out? For her? Her stomach felt hot and her palms were sweating again. She should tell Joan, but she was sure they both knew she wouldn't.

The lawyer cleared his throat. Joker and Harley both turned to look at him, like they had forgotten he was even there.

"Our time is almost up." his hands were still over his ears.

Harley moved quick to the couch and laid down. The lawyer was speaking quietly, but harshly with Joker. She couldn't make out what they were saying. Joker would respond with yeses and the occasional no.

The door opened and Joker was moved out of the room. She laid there in the empty room, for several minutes before she started to freak out. He had kissed her, his lips were soft, the brush of the scars were nice. She had to get out of here.

She drove through Gotham, she was halfway to her place when she decided she wanted, no she needed a drink. She sped to the nearest liquor store and bought a bottle of tequila. She got home and called Joan.

"Harleen, is something wrong?"

"No, I just need to take tomorrow off, I just don't feel well." She lied.

"That's fine, feel better, I will see you Friday."

Harley ended the call and decided to get shitfaced. She poured the tequila over ice and started down the long path to a drunken stupor. Every sip eased the guilt she felt for lying to Joan, for letting Joker kiss her, for all of it.

Thursday, she only got out of bed to pee, drink some water, take a few Tylenol and then back to sleep. By Thursday night, she felt slightly better, making and eating a grilled cheese. She hadn't thought about Joker once.

Friday morning, she felt like a new woman. She showered and got ready for work. She still wasn't sure what she was going to do about the kiss, or Joker, but she would figure it out.