She was conflicted, she loved this job, she loved...working with him, it excited her and damn it she needed this for her career. Colin had told the other staff about Harleen's running out early last week and she'd had phone calls about it.
Apparently she was not fit for this type of psychiatry, it was to much for her to handle. She rubbed her man, this...wonderful man, had done nothing but call her names and insult her throughout the whole time they spent together and she was the one with the problems? Pathetic.

A panic dated to set in. What if they gave the case up? What if they took her off, she wouldn't be able to see him, she needed to see him, she'd waited so long for this!
She walked down the familiar corridor, her head down, people whispering. As she approached the therapy room, she had every intention to walk past Colin and straight in, she didn't really like him and she was certain he thought she was weird, but he collared her as she opened the door, he poked his head round it.
"Sorry 'bout this Mr J, just gotta have a word with the doc" The Joker nodded and Colin shut the door again.
"Mr J?" Harleen repeated. That had a nice ring to it.

"Yeah, just a nickname 'round him, try to get him off the 'hole Joker thing ya know make him more human or somethin'" Harleen nodded and crossed her arms.
"Well, what do ya want Colin, I'm busy" She didn't make eye contact with him and her voice was cross.
"Look, I feel bad 'bout last week, that guy, he aint nice and he's gone through a few of your types ya know" He ran a hand over the buzz cut he was supporting.
"If ya get jumpy again yeah, just, ya know it's my job and all right" Colin nodded like he may have been a hero giving a speech.
"I'll call you okay...again"
"Alright Harley..."
"You don't get to call me Harley, it's Harleen..." Colin opened the door for her and she closed it harshly.
She sat down in her chair and got comfortable, The Joker, or Mr. J as she now knew, had a particularly cruel look on his face this morning.
"Are you making your way through the crowd, can't have me go for big balls on the door?" Harleen refused to bite to to it.
"I though today, that we could talk about the start of this costume, rather than anything earlier as you seem to struggle remembering who you used to be" The Joker ignored this.
"How about we talk about you? Shouldn't I get to know the women trying to probe me?" Harley, no Harleen rather, nodded.
"What do you wish know"
"How did you get so unlucky to get stuck with?" He questioned, Malice in his tone.
"I asked" She told him. "I am interesting in your case, and I wish to know more, you're not the first "Villain" she air quoted, "I've spoken too" He didn't seem to like this comment and if it weren't for the fact his smile never wavered she'd assumed he'd grit his teeth.
"You're not the first head doctor I've made quit"
"I'm not giving up on you, I'm helping you"
"More than you realise"
She jotted something down on the paper, her mind momentarily taken off The Joker, the room fell silent and she barely noticed the Joker creep up and snatch the paper from her hand. Harleen jumped out of her skin and backed so far up in the chair it toppled with a loud thud.
The Joker paid no attention and instead read through her notes, Harleen refused to let weakness show, she picked herself up and the chair and went to snatch the paper back. Big. Mistake.
The Joker had her pinned against the wall by her throat.
"Weren't you ever told it was rude to snatch?" He mocked watching the dear flicker in her eyes.
"Let me go, or I'll call security" She threatened. Her fingers trying to loosen his grip. He didn't buy it.
"We both know you won't, you'll the lose case if you squeal, you're just going to take everything I give you, you'll love it and you know it" He heart pounded in her chest, and small beads of sweat formed on her forehead.
"Let me go." It was almost a whimper.
"I know your father, a prison moron isn't he? I know things about you too...Harley" She pretended she didn't know what he was talking about.
"My father has never been in prison, you're probably mistaken"
He tightened his grip, and she tried to swallow, feeling pressure build in her face, she would have screamed for help but she couldn't, he stared at her, and she stared back, at least until she had courage to kick him, she missed, but only because he was quick to grab her foot, and sent her flying onto the floor, he laughed madly.
"I like you, you've got spirit" She lay on the floor blinking up at the man who leaning over her.
"I 'eard thud, is everythi-" They both turned their head, Colin had only just decided something might be up and he'd come to check.
"Well you're late Colin, she's already dead!" The Joker joked. Colin looked almost gobsmacked. "What?"
Harley stood up and brushed herself down.
"I'm not dead, I fell off my chair" She lied. "It's fine" Colin said nothing, just looked at the pair and then left, shaking his head.
"I knew you'd lie for me" Harleen brought a hand across the Joker's face, the slap mark visible even through that white make-up and he stumbled.
"I'm your Doctor!" She yelled. "How dare you" She went to slap him again, but he caught her wrist and held it, pulling her towards him faces were so close she thought he was going to kiss her! Her stomach filled with butterflies and she gazed up into those green eyes and he tilted his head and her body rushed with adrenalin.
The Joker opened the door and pushed her through it.
"See you next week Harley" he called after her. She stumbled out the door, flustered or blushing? Or Both? Was she honestly expecting a kiss...no, no Harley, he just tried to strangle you!
"Urh...see you next week"
"Bye Colin.."
Oh god what just happened to her?