Chapter 2

As he walked back to his cell, he was getting increasingly annoyed. A not so little problem had risen and he wanted nothing more than for it to calm down. Not only that, but the guard escorting him was being much less than appropriate.

"Daaaaamn, Joker! Did'ja see the ass on that one? Phew, she can handle my nightstick any day!" Laughed the guard. Oh what was his name? Markus? Mike? Morrey, that's it! Joker had had quite enough. He took Morrey's baton and pressed the guard against the wall with it, crushing it against his throat

"Keep your eyes in your head and your comments to yourself, pig. She's my little therapist and I'll not have you try to molest her like you did the last non-inmate woman that came through this funhouse." Whispered the Joker with such ferocity that wolves would have shied at the sound of it. He then kneed the other man in his gut and stomped back to his cell.

He proceeded to pace around the room until it was well past midnight. They had come and taken an unconscious Morrey to the Medical Treatment ward hours ago, probably so they could make sure Joker didn't leave behind any internal bleeding. He finally laid down on his prisoner's cot and rolled over. I wonder what the Good Doctor would think if she saw that... she's probably home alone in her big comfy bed, sleepin' the night away! He thought. Then another, more disturbing thought (to him, at least) came to mind: why the hell was he wasting his brainpower on her?! She didn't deserve it. Granted, she was interesting. And there was no denying that she was beautiful... Damn it! Thought the Joker, Do. Not. Think. About. Her!

He lay there, wide-eyed and frustrated as hell, blue veins popping beneath his Ecru-colored skin. He felt something come to life in his pants (yet again, mind you) and covered his eyes with his hands, groaning in exasperation. Never had a woman had such an effect on him. He ate when he wanted. Slept when he wanted. Bathed when he wanted. Fucked when he wanted. But, now, here he was, completely at her mercy. His body surrendered to her azure eyes, her soft-yet-defiant face, her slim, pale neck, and, most noticeably, he begrudgingly admitted, her perfectly perky bosom. He hated these carnal needs. He was not a man, never thought of himself as one. He was in complete control of his needs. That is, until Mz. Harleen Quintzel.

***(the next day)***

Harleen strutted into the asylum and smiled at every passing inmate. She giggled whenever she noticed male eyes lingering on her. She had quite the surprise for her patient. She had chosen a tight white button-up shirt, a black/grey plaid miniskirt, and a red striped tie to cover her hourglass form and "fuck me" black stilettos for her dainty feet. Her blonde locks were held up in pigtails by red and black ribbons. She walked into her office, shrugged off her lab coat, and called Mr. Arkham.

"Hello, Mr. Arkham? Could you tell the guards to bring Joker to me at this time every day from now on? I would tell them, but they don't always look at my eyes, if you know what I mean..." said Harleen sweetly.

"Oh, yes, of course Mz. Quintzel. I'm sorry for their behavior, they aren't used to beautiful women that outrank them" he chuckled.

"Oh, flatterer! Well I'll call you if I get anything out of my patient, alright? Buh-bye!" She hung up and grinned. Only she could get away with treating her boss like that. Ha! Boys will be boys! She thought. Now all that was left to do was wait for Arkham's most infamous inmate!

Poor Joker had not gotten any rest that night. He was trying to keep his mind occupied on something other than his Psychologist. Yet he walked through the halls happy. Why? He devise a little plan to make Miss Harley sick of him. It's for the better, he thought, Besides, I'll be able to focus again! He laughed and smiled wider. He strolled towards her office and knocked on the door.

"Oh Harleeeey~! I'm hooooome!" he said in a sing-song voice. However, when she opened the door, his jaw dropped. Damned little vixen! She knows what she's doing, I'm sure!

"Hey there, Mista J!" she chimed. She stepped in and gestured for him to do the same then closed the door in the guard's face. "How're you?"

"About ready to wring your neck..." he muttered. She tweaked an eyebrow.

"What was that?" she asked. The Joker looked up and glared at her.

"You heard me!" he growled. "You're doing this on purpose! Putting yourself in display!" He was angry. At her and at himself. She provoked thinks in him. Carnal things.

"Doing what?" she asked playfully, sitting down across from him with that damned smile on her face.

She was mocking him.

He was furious.

He back-handed her across the face. Hard.

She fell to the floor and frowned, tears welling up in her eyes. She had a high tolerance for pain but damn did he hit hard! She quickly got up and took off her heels.

"I just wanted to show you something that wasn't the dismal padded walls, floors, and ceilings of this place." she said in a dangerous tone. She was angry. He was caught off guard by this. Someone so pixie-like and small could be so strong willed? Who'da thunk?

He was snapped out of his thoughts by a fist contacting the right side of his face. Then the left. Then the right again. She didn't hit too hard, but she was fast, and soon she had given him a few good bruises. He did, of course, fight back. He had no problems with hitting women. But she was so hard to hit! Soon she had knocked him in his chair and she stood triumphant.

He looked at her and smiled. And then he laughed.

"What the hell is so funny?" she huffed, lowering her fists. Her knuckles were pink and swollen.

"You! You come off as dainty and weak but DAMN are you a handful!" he said, laughing harder. She smiled and chuckled. Then laughed louder and harder until they were both gasping for breath. She leaned against her desk and smiled almost as wide as him.

"Truce?" she asked,

"For now."

Author's note: Oh wow! I didn't think anyone would like this! Well here's the second chapter. Tell me if anyone seems too OOC ok? I'm SOOOO sorry it took so long for everyone who followed and asked for more. My laptop died (like the hard drive went to shit!) and I needed to get a new one. Please be kind and if you want to contact me, please feel free to find me on either Facebook or KIK Messenger. Both of these will be available on my Profile. Thank you so much for the support and please R&R!

Love, Itami