From the moment that Jack Napier left her building, Harleen Quinzel spent the next week of her live wondering when he would next appear in her office. She took comfort in the fact that he hadn't barged into the room demanding priority over her other patients. But this comfort was diminished by the fear that he could return at any moment. The way he had handle himself during their "session" had indicated that he was "slightly" unpredictable. Another Wednesday had arrived and Harleen hoped to get some paperwork done. Jack Napier, however, had other plans.

Harleen sat behind her desk and sorted papers into flimsy folders. Her world was composed of the sound of the papers sliding and flipping against each other. Chaos was brought into her world when she heard Fran yelling as someone approached. "No! You can't go in there! Dr. Quinzel is busy with her work! Oh for the love of God!" "I think that she will be…uh…expecting me." Footsteps neared the door and then there was a brief silence.

Both of the office doors swung inward at once. Standing in the entrance was a blur of purple. Jack Napier was sporting a purple and green suit. The pants and the jacket were rich purple, while the vest was a little lighter of a shade, and then the shirt was a patterned green that looked more like a curtain or a tablecloth than a shirt. His eyes were covered by large purple stars in golden frames. He strutted like he was on a catwalk. His slim frame helped the appearance. He got to Harleen's desk and slid the suit jacket off and tossed it onto her.

Harleen stared with a look of mild annoyance at the man standing in her office in a purple and green suit. Through purple tinted glass his green eyes peered at her scouting for the hint of a smile or laugh. No hint was to be found.

"What-uh is your deal, toots?" Jack Napier placed his hands on Harleen's desk. "That is comedy gold! Anyone else would be on the floor laughing. Yet, you…uh…sit here…un-A-mused…" Jack sat on the couch. "So, let's get this talking over with."

"What talk would that be, Jack?"

"The talk where you tell me that I am beyond all hope and that I should just give it up and live my life as uh Fur-reak." Jack placed his hands behind his head and crossed his legs as he lie down as if he were about to relax. He turned his head to stare at Harleen and await her response.

"No one is beyond hope, Jack."

Jack looked at her with an inquisitive look. "Do you honestly believe that, Ms. Quinn? That no one is beyond hope? What would your mentors think of your naivety?"

"They would celebrate my optimism on the matter, Mr. Napier. And it is not Ms. Quinn. I will ask you to refer to me as Dr. Quinzel."

Jack Napier started laughing, bringing his hands from behind his head to lie on his stomach. "Missssss Quinzel, now I have E-Ven less confidence in your qualifications. Your age had been dismissed on account of your spirit. Now, with this…uh…revelation of your mentor's attitudes, I daresay that you are drast-ick-a-lee in-com-pet-ent. Any shrink must have a degree of reality set in to outweigh your high hopes."

"I would hate to have your bleak outlook on life, Jack Napier."

"And I, Ms. Quinn, would huh-ate to have your lack of comedy. And as to my outlook on life, I am at quite a luh-veh-lee disposition." He licked his lips with a snake flick of a tongue. "Have you ever seen another soul with a constant smile this wide?" Jack burst out in laughter falling off of the couch into the floor. He dusted off his jacket and reclaimed his seat. The star glasses however remained behind on the floor.

"I can't say that I have, however, most people do not etch their smiles into their face. The beauty of a smile is that it is a fleeting indication of that person's happiness at that moment, a window into their soul if you will." Harleen brought her hands together and Jack couldn't help but to think of Mr. Burns. He briefly wondered if she would follow up her speech with, "Excellent."

"So, what is it that you are in-sin-you-ate-in' Doc'?" Jack arched his eyebrows. "Are you trying to saying that my smile is not an indication of my soul? That it…uh…tells nothing about…yours…truly? Maybe I am just always happy. Didja not happen to ponder that option in that…uh…noggin' of yours?" He licked his lips and waited for a response.

That option never did cross my mind and I just think that you are a miserable little fuck that watched Ichi the Killer one too many times! was what run through her head but not what left her mouth. "Maybe you're right, Jack. However, I am willing to bet that you can recall a time when you were smiling on the outside but crying on the inside. Do you recall a time like that?' Harleen adopted a façade of compassion that this profession had helped develop.

"Ya…yeah…I can remember the sad times." Jack buried his face into hands to hide the tears. The hand slid away and revealed laughter. "Gotcha! The only reason I wear a smile all the time is because I am smiling all the time." Jack slid his fingers along the scars to point out his smile. "Once you re-uh-lize the pointlessness of it all, taking life like a joke is all that you can do to keep from going insane. Just look at me. I wasted my life seeking approval from a person that had despised me from birth…and now that goal is out of the question, I always have a smile on my face." He roared with laughter, a hyena in a man suit. He wiped a tear from his eye and put his laughter on hold. "I think that this has been a good talk. Now I will see you next Wednesday. Same Jack time, same Jack channel. Now, seriously, Doc'…you've got to lighten up." A trail of laughter followed him out her door and to the elevator. Harleen rubbed her eyelids. She thought that this day would never be the same again.