Can we get a session scene between Dr. Quinzel and the joker?

Today, I'm going to be strong. Mr. J will not rattle me today. Today, I'm the doctor and he's the patient; like it's supposed to be. Harleen held her chin up high as she walked through Arkham to the therapy room, her pep talk echoing through her mind. She held Joker's extensive binder close to her chest and walked with determination- with what she hoped was a game face on. However, her words became muddied and incoherent as she came closer and closer, when the room was in sight she took deep breaths trying to calm her hammering heart. Mr. J's games will not bother me today. Mr. J's games will- She reached the door.

Before she opened it, she straightened her clothes out and slipped a mint into her mouth. She took one last gulp of air, smiled at the guards, and unlatched the door.

"Oh!" Harleen jumped as she realized there was already someone in the room. "Good afternoon, Mr. J." She smiled, running a hand through her hair.

Mr. J smiled, "You're late." Harleen tripped over her shoes at that smile.

"Am I? Or are you just early?" She glanced at the watch on her wrist. "I am. Two minutes late."

Joker grinned, "Unacceptable."

"Well I hope you don't turn me in," She giggled, making her way to the table and sat down across from him. Placing his file before her. "How are you feeling, Mr. J?"

"Fantastic," He purred, eyes watching her every move, "Better than I was those two minutes I was sat here alone. How are you, my harlequin?"

"I'm—" Harleen stopped fiddling with the folder and glanced up at him. That glance quickly became staring as his dangerous beauty struck her again. His eyes were bright, crazed and unblinking as they watched her. His smile was large, joyous as he waited for her answer. Harleen heart hammered, the nerves rising in her throat she tried to swallow them down and answer him. Had he gotten even more handsome? Surely that wasn't possible.

"I'm ready to get started." Her voice shook slightly, she hoped he couldn't hear it. But by the slight twinge of humor added to his eyes she could see that he had.

So they started, Harleen began with asking what he saw in inkblots which quickly turned into him asking her what she saw in the inkblots. Then she did word association which ended up as him asking what she thought the words meant to her. After that, he told her a story about how he captured Batman by making him slip on grape soda. Harleen laughed until tears ran down her cheeks at that.

Productive day.

"Oh, I almost forgot!" Harleen looked through her papers until she found the right one, "Last time you asked how many guards were on staff? I asked around, counted a bit myself, and the consensus is one-hundred working at one time. However, it does get up to about one-hundred-fifty at nights."

"Excellent," Joker sighed, rolling his head around his shoulders as he took that information in. "Good girl."

"Two minutes." The guard knocked on the door like breaking glass. Disappointment flooded into Harleen's heart and she dipped her head, starting to clean up the table.

"Doctor," Joker's voice purred breaking through her disappointment, "I have one more request of you."

"What is it, Mr. J?" She looked up at him. Then she realized that she didn't care if he asked for a hundred requests, she would break herself to make him happy.

In a response, Mr. J puckered his lips and closed his eyes. Smiling, Harleen was rising out of her seat and leaning over the desk before she could think twice.

"I don't want to see anymore sadness," Mr. J locked eyes with her before their lips made contact, "We'll be together again tomorrow. 2 o'clock."

Harleen nodded staring at his lips as she leant closer.

"Right, doctor?" He backed away, "No more sadness or you won't be my little helper."

She nodded again with more certainty, "Right."

"Good girl." He said again, smiled, and leant into her. Harleen made the final move and finally their lips touched.

This wasn't their first kiss, but it had the same effect on Harleen that they all did. Her lips would burn, she would open her mouth and beg him for more. Joker's mouth was never still he kept turning his head, the second she thought he'd be still he would turn again and force her to catch up with him. She gladly would. However, she was always so struck but how tender his lips were. The man with the scared face and brutal way of looking at the world, kissed her softly.

Just as Harleen tried to grab his face to bring him closer, he pulled away.

"That's enough for today." He smiled, face moving back and forth like a metronome, "I have to leave something for tomorrow."

He winked. She blushed.

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Harleen closed her office door. Her shaking knees finally giving out as she fell against it, exasperated. She dropped Joker's folder to the floor and tore off her lab coat, body sweating. Waving a hand against her face like a fan, she tried to control her breathing.

She wanted to touch his face, his chest, his beating heart. She had only been gone a few minutes and she already wanted to run back to him. She missed his warmth, his smile, his laugh. His lips on hers.

A seductive voice reached her ear, go to him.

How did he make her feel this way? How could she still feel his effect on her when they were so far away? Why did she continuously want to kiss him? Murderer, murderer, murderer she chanted in her mind trying to calm her body. But the words were nothing to her, they might as well been from a different language. Harleen clutched her heart and realized something she knew for a long time. She didn't care if he was in a straight jacket, she didn't care that he was her patient, she didn't even care that he had committed hundreds of crimes All that mattered to her now was his smile and his lips and oh, god his beautiful face lighting up when would hear an answer he liked.

She had fallen in love.

Thanks for reading!