AN: I have no idea why this is necessary. Nobody enjoys it. Either Harley and the Joker are making eyes at each other or Edward's demanding to know how Batman got out of yet another death trap or…no.

SwordStitcher-And dripping wet. Well, a little damp. Glad to see that somebody finds this amusing.

Just-Me-and-My-Brain-He lasted about ten minutes. Half an hour. Ten minutes.

KittyComeHere-I loathe the internet. You'll live. I've half a mind to drown myself in the bath.

"Today we're going to discuss our first murders."

Oh? That was a suicidal idea. Why in the world did she think this was a good idea?

Oh, never mind. She'd be sorry soon enough. In the meantime, he could sit back and watch the fun.

"I wanna go first, I wanna go first!"

Harley. Of course. She was enthusiastic about everything. He suspected it was a classic case of insecurity and maybe a touch of ADHD, but he couldn't sure about that last one.

"All right, Harley."

She squealed-ow-and practically bounced out of her seat. He was slightly gratified to see that he wasn't the only one rolling his eyes at this.

"It was this gas station attendant, and he wouldn't fill up the tank like I told him to, so I stabbed him in the eye with my shoe because the cops were right behind us." She paused. "Ruined a perfectly good pair of shoes."

Their attending doctor looked a little squeamish at that. Ha.

"How did that make you feel?"

"I didn't even care, 'cept for the shoes."

Oh, she was expecting anyone in this room to feel remorse? Ah, the newbies…she'd learn soon enough. If she didn't end up an inmate here herself. Or dead. That tended to happen a lot.

"Okay. Does anyone else want to share? Jonathan?"

Oh, why not? He didn't have to tell them why-although he had a good excuse.

"I killed my great-grandmother." And promptly went home and took a shower because Scarecrow had slopped blood all over him on the way there. Clumsy alter.

"You WHAT?"

"Harley…"

"Ya killed your grandma? That's awful! Jonny, don't ya have any sense of family?"

"No."

"Ohana means family! Family means nobody gets left behind or forgotten! Or killed!"

"Not in my house."

"Did you have any reason, Jonathan?"

"Not exactly, Doctor." And that would be the end of this discussion. "Have you ever killed anyone, Doctor Combs?"

Oh, the widened eyes, the shaking lips, the sudden realization that this was a terrible idea! He always loved it when that happened.

"I think that's the end of the session."

Harley, unsurprisingly, refused to let it go. Apparently she still had some semblance of a moral compass. Or, more likely, had been watching too many Disney movies.

"Did ya really kill your grandma?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Never you mind."

"But Jonny…"

"Harleen, if you enjoy what's left of your sanity, you will drop the subject right now and never bring it up again."

"But…"

"Remember what happened to my nosy psychiatrist? The one that broke a picture and slit his wrists with the glass?"

"Yes?"

"Do you want that to be you?"

"No?"

"Then drop it."

THE END