Harleen let her pen hover over the paper she was jotting notes on.
"Oh you're wasting your time here Harley"
"It's Harleen, my name is Harleen" she tried to sound stern and professional. "What am I wasting my time on?"
"Harley has a nice tone to it...like Harlequin" She wrote some noted on her pad.
"Harlequin? You have, what could be seen as an unhealthy obsessions with clowns, where do you think this come from?" The Joker laughed, as did with all her questions. He never took anything seriously, he never stuck to a story, and each story was different every time she came to him.
"three weeks, we've been seeing each other for 3 weeks, are you satisfied? Have you gotten what you came for?" His voice, remained the same that it had the past weeks, that underlying pitch of anger, and that taint of humour, it was as if everything he said was a joke that he hated people laughing at.
"I am here for your benefit, not mine" She told him, although they both know that wasn't quite true, Harley was here for her career, or so she kept telling herself.
"I am here to ensure that you are set on a path where you can once again became part of a normal society" She wrote that down. Just in case he wasn't the only one feeling her intention was different.
He laughed again.
"Then why do you stare at me like you're a desperate whore?" Harleen coughed up a choke, this wasn't the first time he'd made an inappropriate comment towards her, he was often trying to make her uncomfortable. It worked.
"If ya continue ta make any sexual comments I will write it as sexual harassment" The stress in her voice was obvious.
"Am I making you uncomfortable?" He asked her.
"You said last week you had a wife that passed away, do you wish to talk about it?" She changed the subject.
"I've never been married, especially not long enough to kill them" Again with the laughter. Usual routine, she'd repeat something he'd told her the week before and he would tell her it was wrong and make a joke. She gave a heavy sigh and placed her pad on the side, crossing her arms.
"If ya want t'get out of this place, you'll have ta start talking to me, seriously" She was agitated, slightly wary.
"We've come along haven't we? I'm not longer in my jacket" She rolled her eyes.
"That's because you haven't attacked me or another member of staff, not because of progress" She glanced at her watch, twenty minutes left.
"Not yet" His voice went serious. There was a grave look on his face, it Harleen blink.
"Not yet?" She asked, her voice almost a panic and he moved in closer to her, she felt herself move back.
"I haven't attacked you...yet" He smiled at her.
"Colin!" Harleen called loudly, standing up. "COLIN" The security guard raced through the room like he may have been chased.
"We're done for this week." Harleen picked up her pad, and with her heart in her throat, left the room.
"Right wacko, like I told ya" Colin shook his head as she rushed past him.