Harvey Dent Session (Two-Face)

I had to admit between Crane and Ivy, Harvey's sessions were the most like an actual therapy session, in that I could actually get him to speak about his issues sometimes. "Good morning Mr. Two-Face." He nodded his greeting and settled into the couch. He glanced about the room before his eyes stayed squared in on the small potted plant that was situated closet to my only window in the room. "Yes, I wanted to brighten my office up. Ivy has been very helpful in finding the perfect spot for the plant to thrive." He smiled ever so slightly. "Would you be willing to talk today? You get to pick the subject, within reason." "Does she ask about me?" I smiled coyly "Now Mr. Two-Face, you know I cant speak about other patients." He sighed. "I bet she doesnt." "Perhaps you could try to find something in common with Ivy? Something you both actual enjoy." He stood, agitated at my nosing, "You think I don't realize that. She wont even speak with me for the most part." I nodded. "You have group therapy together, correct?" He nodded. "Perhaps you could share something of yourself with her. Or you need to accept the fact that perhaps she is someone you must admire from a far. If you cannot connect with Each Other then you need to accept that, move on, and be able to in the future smile fondly on your own memories" He snarled at me. I raised my hands in a surrender way but I allowed him to prowl the space of the office for the rest of the session.

Lunch

Lunch passed seemly without beginning or end. It was all to soon for me, that I was touching up my makeup before Ivy arrived for her sessions.

Ivy's Session

She frowned as she entered. I felt as though I was about to be grilled by my mom. I rolled my eyes before smiling at her. She rolled her eyes before narrowing them at the makeup on my face. Before I even had a moment she was on top of me practically, her hand sliding down to side of my face smearing my makeup where it was still a little tacky. She stood to her full height. I cut her off before she could start."I know, I know, 'I told you so.' but I'm fine, honest. He tried something and I got him back. Honestly hes lucky I didnt dislocate his shoulder. I'm fine." "Oh yes, that's why you were trying to hide the fact from me. Harley,I just wanted you to be careful. At least you agree now that its safer to go back to riddler. Right?" Ivy frowned at me. "Right!" I sighed before standing up and setting my notepad down. I paced the room for a moment before meeting Ivy eye to eye. "I think I'm making progress. I picked at something. Something he didn't want me to see. I might be able to actually help him." She flicked her head back, rustling her hair. "Harley what you're going to end up doing is getting yourself killed. He might not even do himself. He might send his guys after you." She shook me. "You're the only reason I haven't went crazy in here." I smiled at her comment. She smiled sadly back. "Ivy, Pam, I know that but we both know hes only interested in getting out of here. And when he does, he'll end up blowing this place to hell and back. You can escape along with the rest of them. Then we can have real girl time. You know alcohol, raunchy dancing in clubs, and helping each other with Real guy problems." She rolled her eyes. "I'm going to get out one way or another but I dont want you to get blown up with this place. And the real girls night will be a lot better if my best friend isn't a zombie." I smirked before sitting cross legged on the therapy couch, patting the space beside me. "Dent asked after you again." She threw herself down beside me. "Harley, no match making in the loony bin. That goes for both of us. What are you doing for the weekend? Going to the clubs?" I shrugged. "Not sure. Maybe. I know I can't verify you as sane because you'll just end up in Blackgate prison but I really wish you were out." She smiled coyly. "It wont be long before Joker is out of here and I always have been quick on my feet. We both know he isn't known for his patience. We'll be taking the clubs by storm before you know it." All too soon the guards were coming in to get Ivy. She had spent the rest of the session fussing over my office plant but she had made one last plead about switching patients before being taken back to her cell.

The Weekend

I couldn't get Ivy's last few words out of my head. I know I can take care of myself. After everything with my dad, I took self defense. I started taking lessons again after about half way through my time at Blackgate. A fight had started between two rival gang prisoners that passed words in the hall outside of my office. I had tried to intercede but had ended up getting knocked around a bit before the guards had it under control. I had to admit that if he hadn't been surprised by my fighting back I might not have gotten out of it so lightly. I had been toying with dropping the classes and starting up something else. Perhaps some actual mixed martial arts or something, boxing, or even some taekwondo. I cleaned up my apartment and did my landry, all the while searching for something new to do on the weekend around Gotham.

Unfortunately I knew there was someone waiting on my next session with him. I was beyond nervous about the week to come but I needed to live. To much time I had spent on just getting to the now. This was the future I had foreseen and the future I had worked myself into the pavement for. Late in the saturday afternoon I made up my mind to go to the clubs. I couldn't help the excitement that bubbled in my stomach as I skipped through some second hand stores looking for something that would get me into the clubs and free drinks. I giggled as I took my time, pulling out dresses that still had shoulder pads in them. I can imagine Ivy shaking her head at me, a look of disgust on her face as I pretended to seriously contemplate each one before going to the next. Finally I found the perfect dress it was half red half half black dress, slashing right down the middle and wrapping around my body snugly. It exaggerated everything I had and was a perfect find for the shoes I had already picked up earlier.

I couldn't help but smile as I packed my tiny sling around purse it mostly blended in and I wouldn't really have to worry about someone stealing something from it. I painted my nails and did my hair nodding to myself just before I walked out the door.

I settled myself into the cab I had called and hesitated before simply telling the driver to take me to a fun club. The driver nodded before making his way in and around the city he eventually dropped me off outside The Ace. The line was long and the music was vibrating a heavy bass beating it's way as the door opened and closed giving the outside a glimpse of smoke and neon lights.

I sipped at my drink as I observed the dance floor I wasnt looking for any particular one person, I was trying to enjoy myself. I wished again that Ivy was with me. I finished my drink and allowed myself to forget about observing and I walked to the dance floor. I allowed my body to move without any thought. My body twisted and flowed with the bass, my mind merely slipping into the very notes of the music. I felt people continue to slide their hands over me but I merely would slide out of their grip and continue moving to the bass. I danced until I felt the liquor fade, going to and from the bar as was needed. I slipped out of the bar around 2 a.m. and was braced as the Gotham air swirled through my hair and across my slightly sticky body. I couldn't help my surprise as a cab pulled up to me rather quickly.

I woke the next morning thanking myself for forcing water down my throat before falling asleep. I stood and immediately drank another bottle of water before starting my streches. I did more research on a new self defense class and I contemplated my position with Joker. I had tried flirting and simple questions but even that had set him off. I had set up a session where we hardly had any actual interaction. The only thing I had on my side was the fact that I had managed to surprised him in both of our sessions. But that's not how traditional therapy works but with him, I had thrown out the rules. I couldnt help but wonder if I was any different than all his other doctors. I stared blankly at the tv as i allowed my mind to wander over it all. I had to come up with something or perhaps not.

Monday