A/N: RisingPurple, thank you so much for your review of this, I'm glad to know you're enjoying reading it and it has motivated me to write more.

If you like fics based around Harley/Ivy as much as I do, I've also written a few more. If you want to check my profile, I think I've written about another four or five of them as I absolutely love these two! So I hope you enjoy them fics too!

Anyway, here's the next chapter

TWO

I slept well that night, maybe a little too well.

Was it because of my chat with the new doctor? No, couldn't be. No doctor had gotten through to me and I'd been here for what felt like forever.

Still...she had spoken to me in a way that no other doctor had.

I allowed myself a small smile as I rolled onto my side and came face to face with solid grey concrete.

A loud knock came at my cell door and I growled low in my throat as the panel slid back, revealing a guard.

"Time for your visit with the good doctor." He sneered.

I smirked and got up to go and stand in the middle of the room, hands behind my head, as instructed while they came in, cuffed me and then lead me back to the same meeting room. Then once again, chained me to the table.

This time, Dr. Quinnzel wasn't late. In fact, she was there before me.

I smiled.

It seems I wasn't the only one eager to resume our conversation.

"Good morning, Ivy."

Ivy. She remembered.

"Morning, Dr. Quinnzel."

"Sleep well?"

I smiled and then bit it back.

"I did, actually."

She smiled, nodding her head as she wrote that down.

My sleep patterns were important now?

I ignored the thought and focused my attention on her.

"How about you? Seen any crazies here that you think might be beyond help?"

She nodded, heaving a sigh.

"Most of them to be honest."

I raised an eyebrow.

"Any that could actually become normal functioning members of society or are we all doomed?" I said it as a joke...sort of.

None of us here were getting out anytime soon and we all seemed to know and had accepted that.

She removed her glasses and blinked as she bit the ear piece, clearly deep in thought.

I waited patiently until she put her glasses back on, her furrowed brow smoothing out as she looked steadily at me.

"Not all of you are. You for example. I don't think you mean to be evil."

I blinked.

"You don't?"

"No. I understand your hate for humans. You're trying to save this planet and all they seem to keep doing is destroying it."

I lent forward as much as I could and lowered my voice.

"You know, you're not actually supposed to agree with the criminally insane."

I thought that'd get a laugh out of her...but it didn't. She just continued to stare at me.

"But you're not insane, Ivy...are you?"

I sat back, feeling more like I was under a microscope than ever before.

I shrugged.

"Honestly, I don't know. I hate people. Even when I was human I didn't really enjoy being around them. Which is fine as they didn't seem to like being around me." I added flippantly.

A corner of her mouth turned up and she scribbled on her notepad again.

"What note is that?" I asked.

"You act like what you're feeling doesn't matter. You divert the question or act as though you're happy being isolated. You're suppressing your own feelings."

I paused, staring at her but she didn't look up at me.

Doctors didn't normally tell you what they were writing down, they shouldn't. But she just had...

"Who are you, Dr. Quinnzel?" I asked, genuinely curious.

This time, she did look at me.

"Your doctor."

"You don't act like any doctor I've seen."

"And yet their methods got you to clam up more than ever. Look at you now, talking to me as though we're old friends." She said with a kind smile but it didn't make me feel any better.

In fact, and unbeknown to her, she'd just made things ten times worse as I realised what was going on.

This was just another method of getting me to talk. Soon, she would be getting me to admit to a whole bunch of plans I'd had that involved killing almost all of Gotham and then before you know it, I'd be off to Black Gate.

I frowned and suddenly, I didn't feel like talking so much anymore.

She put her notepad down and lent forward a little again.

"When you were a child, did you like plants then?"

I said nothing. I didn't want to.

"Ivy?"

I just stared at her, hoping she could see the hate in my eyes.

"Is your childhood a touchy subject?"

When I said nothing, she wrote it down.

I didn't care that she thought my childhood was the root of all my problems, let her be wrong.

"Ok, so let's talk about your personal life. Any boyfriends?"

I said nothing.

"Girlfriends?" She tried.

Again I remained quiet and she suddenly looked sad.

"Why have you gone quiet again, Ivy? Was it something I said to upset you?"

I sighed and my shoulders slumped.

"I thought you understood me." I said quietly.

"I do."

"No, you don't. You're using all that psycho babble bullshit to get me to open up. You don't really see things my way."

"Is it important to you that I do?"

"Yes!" I suddenly snapped, enraged.

"Why?"

She was still perfectly calm on the other hand.

"Why?! Because one minute you're telling me that you understand why I want to make Gotham into an exotic jungle and then the next you're practically boasting about getting me to talk because your method works best! So which is it?! You agree with me or you're just pretending to agree with me?!"

The buzzer sounded and I was glad.

I could go back to my cell and refuse to see this two-faced bitch.

When no guards came in, I called out for them.

"Times up! Get me out of here!"

"Ivy, please-"

"Get yourself another patient, Dr. Quinnzel. I don't want to see you again."

"You know it doesn't work like that."

"Then you'll be wasting your time and your appointments with me will be spent in silence."

She sighed and then got up, going over to the door and knocking lightly on it.

The guards came in then and looked at her.

She looked back at me with a pained expression on her face and then looked back at the guards.

"We're done here." She said sadly then left, her head bowed in defeat.

I refused to talk to her in our meetings for weeks on end after that.

I truly thought she was different but no, she was just like all the others, only her methods seemed worse to me; maybe because they'd actually worked and I'd opened up slightly to her.

I hated myself for that.

Stay solo, that had always been my rule.

Then one day, she said something that surprised me during one of our meetings.

"I have some news." She said, sounding a little uncertain.

Was she leaving?

Why did I feel this dread in the pit of my stomach at that? It's not like we were friends.

We could have been though, some annoying voice in my brain argued lightly. I ignored it and instead focused on her.

She fidgeted slightly and a nervous smile crossed her face.

"I have a new patient."

I didn't know whether to be relieved or sad; if she had a new patient, then that had to mean that she'd finally given up on me and the fact that I'd never talk to her again.

"You know of him. It's... the Joker."

Oh yeah, I knew the Joker. Batman's number one nemesis, the bane of his life, the Clown Prince of Gotham, though how he'd allowed himself to be captured was a mystery. Joker never got captured, ever. He must have slipped up somewhere...like I had.

Dr. Quinnzel bowed her head.

"It means that our meetings will be limited to only once a week, something I think you'll be glad to know. The Joker is such a complex character that he probably will take up most if not all of my time."

She went quiet then but a sigh escaped her and when I glanced at her, she looked weary.

"Ivy...please, speak to me."

If our meetings were going to be few and far between I guess I could spare her a few words.

"Congratulations." Was all I said, no smile, no real sincerity.

She frowned and pushed her glasses further up her nose.

"I'm sorry?"

I gave her a bored glance.

"If they're letting you talk to Joker, you must be good. They won't let just anyone near him. They must think you're strong of mind and let's face it, to work here you must be."

Dr. Quinnzel allowed herself a small smile.

"Thank you, Ivy. That means a lot and I do hope that we'll continue to make progress with you."

Aaannd...you fucked it up again. I thought as I sat back and turned my attention elsewhere.

She knew it too and the buzzer sounded.

"Ok well, I guess I'll see you next week."

But I didn't see her next week, or the week after, or the week after that...