It had been two weeks. TWO WEEKS? Harley was losing her fricken mind!
Ever since the incident with Zsaz, she was on two-week paid leave to make sure that she was well enough to return.
She was well after a couple days so this strange form of isolation was driving her up the wall.
Harley could still recall the conversation she had with Warden Sharp when he called her exactly a week after the incident.
*briiiiing-briiiiing*
"Hello this is Harleen Quinzel."
"Good day Miss Quinzel, this is Warden Quincy Sharp here. I trust you're feeling better?"
"Oh. Hello sir, yes thank you. I am much better...uh, may I help you?"
"Good glad to hear Harleen, actually do you prefer Harley or Harleen?"
"Harley sir."
"Very well Harleen. I understand what I am about to ask you is extremely serious and I understand if you cannot accept but as of this moment I have no other options."
Harley held her breath in anticipation.
He continued with a serious tone "Dr. Quinzel, I would like to offer you the part-time position as the Joker's therapist. We currently have no one else to fill in the position but with your credentials I believe you are more than capable of handling his case for the mean time."
Harley nearly dropped the phone at this point. At the thought of treating the Joker, it made a knot in her stomach, in a good or bad way she couldn't tell.
"Sir that is terrific! I accept the position with much gratitude"
"Be warned Harleen that he has a record of ruining his therapists lives including murdering their families. You must accept knowing this grave information."
"I still accept sir, I firmly believe I can deal with the Joker's case. When would you like me to return to work?" Harley asked with a hint of hope.
"Um...lets see... we would like you back on the 23rd. Please call me or if you change your mind. I hope you enjoy your weekend. Goodbye Miss Quinzel"
"Thank you, Bye sir."
Just like that Harley was officially his therapist even if it was just for the moment.
She couldn't wait, this could make or break her entire career. The Joker was a dream case for any therapist, even if he was a danger to your health.
She couldn't help but wonder if he would actually kill her? Of course he could.
But after what happened she couldn't help but feel he wouldn't just randomly slice her up...she hoped.
It would be interesting to have some one-to-one time with him.
"Oh my god" Harley thought out loud, then gave a large sigh "I'm the one who needs help."
