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It took Harleen another ten minutes for both her and Cash to get to the interview room. She knew she wasn't giving the best impression on her superiors if she was always going to be late. But most of all, she wasn't giving the best impression on the Joker. Someone she was trying gain trust from. As soon as she reached the entrance to the room, she adjusted her stockings and fixed her skirt along with tucking some strands of hair that must have come loose out of her side ponytail back behind her ear.
"I'll allow for you to make up the time while you're here. Arkham wants him rehabilitated and thinks your good enough to do that," Cash began, unlocking the door with his keycard, "So you know he'll be asking for progress soon."
Harleen sighed, "Yes, I'm aware of what Arkham needs. I just need a little more time."
Cash nodded, "I know that. But with the new doctor, you know if you don't have anything new to report. He'll have no choice but to take these privileges away."
Harleen's eyes wandered in thought for a few moments, not liking the idea of some privileged doctor speaking to her patient. Her eyes glanced up at Cash from behind her thick black framed glasses, "I'll handle it. Thank you, Cash."
Cash watched as she entered the room. Her heels hit against the flooring as she did. Her eyes landed on the Joker's green hair and muscles contracting from behind his back. He was moving in a way that showed he was ticked off about something. Eventually cracking his neck she heard him hum.
"Those heels better belong to a certain green-eyed pain in the ass telling me about her closet boyfriend or some nurse coming to check on me and not some blonde-haired peon doc who comes in whenever she pleases and wastes my precious time."
Harleen frowned from where she stood and continued walking toward the metal table so that she was now facing him. He had a fresh gash against his temple. His eyes were dark and looking at his face now, Harleen could clearly see his irritation. Not only for her absence, but because of what happened earlier that day.
"I'm sorry I'm late I was stuck in—
"That's really your excuse?" He asked lowly
Harleen paused when her eyes met his own, she noticed his intense glare. She froze before swallowing her nervousness down and taking a seat, placing her paperwork on the table in front of her. J's straightjacket was wrapped tightly around him, since his incident, Sharp made sure Bolton kept him under as many restraints as possible. Including chains around his ankles and body. Harleen frowned at this, they always treated the patients so crudely, as if they were animals.
She fixed her glasses and shuffled through her paperwork, avoiding his otherwise mocking question. J growled and sat up as much as he was able in his seat, taking Harleen by surprise at his sudden movement he continued to stare. She quickly backed away as her hand instinctively went for the panic button. J knew where her hand had gone and gave a sadistic grin, "Still scared of me Harley?" he asked innocently
Harleen's face didn't waver, she simply watched him passively. J eventually scoffed and leaned back in his seat, "What's wrong Harls? Not too playful today I see."
She slowly moved her hand away and adjusted her white lab coat, "If you really have to know why I was late. I ran into your sister."
J quirked his head at the mention of Sofia, "Did you really now?"
She went back to shuffling through paperwork and nodded, "Yes."
J watched as she continued to manage her notes. She always tried to keep a cool composure, especially when in his presence. Making him smirk a bit more, he always enjoyed trying to crack that little shell of hers. And so far, he had been making some progress, but the young blonde always seemed to go back to putting up a front. That was alright though, J loved a challenge.
"And what did the little headache have to say?" he asked, his bright green eyes piercing her, and she could feel it.
Harleen grabbed her pen and notebook, placing it on her lap and crossing her legs. J took note of the bareness of her skin underneath her stockings. Her creamy white skin looked so soft he couldn't resist but take note of how much he'd like to run his hands over them. Harleen finally looked up at him, her bright blue eyes shimmered behind those thick spectacles of hers. "For you to stop fucking with the staff."
J blinked at her use of such words, not expecting to hear something like that out of the young woman. Her demeanor seemed a bit tense, but her words spoke with nothing more than confidence. J snickered, "Harls. Such foul language from that pretty little mouth of yours."
She rolled her eyes, "We only have a certain amount of time left J. If I don't report anything new to Arkham, he'll have no other choice but to take you away from my care and place you with another doctor."
J's face remained uninterested.
"Can you give me anything worth writing down?"
The man simply sat there, not saying anything, ultimately making the young doctor frown and sigh in defeat, "Well if that's the case, then I suppose we won't need to explore your past or problems any further." She explained as she wrote something down in her notepad
J grunted and rolled his eyes, "You worry too much doll. Do you honestly think I'd let them take you away from me?"
She scoffed, "It's you they'd be taking away from me. But yes, I would have to treat someone else and all of my effort and promises in rehabilitating you would have been for nothing."
J's grin began to widen, showing his metallic smile underneath those ruby lips of his, "How sweet Harls. You think I can be rehabilitated."
Harleen frowned, when she first started treating him, he was clearly very evasive with any questions she would ask and instead play with her like she was some child. And with sessions they had, the better she felt she was understanding him. But Harleen wasn't stupid, she knew exactly who she was dealing with and just how dangerous he was. He'd hurt or kill anyone who got in his way, all except for his sister, he seemed to actually care about another human being. Which gave Harleen hope that he really wasn't as bad as everyone claimed him to be. Even if Harleen didn't want to admit it, she thought of the Joker as a friend. Yes, it was stupid, but she couldn't help herself from letting her subconscious run wild with the idea of the Joker maybe even having some feelings for her too?
No, she thought, That's completely out of line Harleen, get it together.
"Your thinking again."
Harleen's eyes snapped up to look at J, her thoughts being interrupted by his seductive tone. His eyes watched her intently as he waited for her to speak, the smallest threat of a grin tugging at the corner of his red lips.
"What was it about this time?" She heard him speak again
She blinked and looked back down at her notes, shaking her head, "Nothing important." She answered bluntly.
J knew this façade of hers would slip every so often, she did try hard to hide her vulnerable side. She only shared a small bit of personal information with him to get to know her better. Even if it was against Arkham's guidelines, she allowed herself to open up a little when she was with him. Something no other doctor that he'd have treat him in the past dared to do. Especially someone like him. But she did. She was certainly different and much younger than anyone he's had to face within these walls. She adjusted her glasses, feeling a bit uneasy as his eyes were still on her.
He raised a naked brow, "Why do you even wear those, they're not even real."
Harleen gave a small look of shock when she heard him, her fingers tightly gripped the black frame and blushed hotly, "E…Excuse me?"
He scoffed, now leaning back in his seat, "We both know you only wear them to make yourself look more legit to the big boys up there watching your every move."
The blush intensified as Harleen felt even more humiliated at the fact that…. He was right. She had perfect vision, she only wore these glasses so she gave off a more intellectual appearance to her superiors.
"How did you—?
J rolled his eyes, "Oh please. Did you think I was born yesterday? Maybe those idiots can't see past your disguise Harls, but I certainly can."
Harleen furrowed her brows, "Disguise? They're just glasses…"
J shook his head, "I'm not talking about the glasses Doc."
She stared at him, still not understanding him fully, "There is no disguise," she returned to her notes, "What you see is what you get."
Joker frowned, "Denying it will only cause you to be more and more like those phonies out there."
"Out where?"
"Out there in that systematic boring everyday lifestlye you morons live in. A life where you do what your told, go to work from your mediocre jobs, go home, eat sleep and do it all over again the next day. You all hide your true selves to fit this bullshit society we live in that only keeps the real you on the inside from expressing yourself fully."
The blonde quirked her head, "If you consider killing people and committing crimes a sense of 'expressing yourself, then you and I have a very different perspective of society."
J snorted, "Oh I don't think we do Harls." J once again leaned over the metal table, this time, the doctor did not move. "I can see you. And to be honest, I think I'm the only one who can see it."
He purred those words, sending a shiver down Harleen's back, but the words left her mouth before she even had time to think, "See what?" she asked softly
J continued to stare, "The real you."
It had taken Sofia a bit more time to reach the club due to heavy traffic. She was only a few blocks away and getting calls from Frost about meeting with one of J's clients. This wouldn't be the first time she'd dealt with any. She always had Frost by her side, but this time, he made it out as if this client were someone special. Someone important. And she wasn't sure who. But she promised to be on time, she didn't like giving a bad impression on her brother's clientele, for one it was just bad for business and two, she knew she'd hear J's bitching if she did something he didn't approve of. He may have been locked up, but he still had even more control than she did inside Akrham than if he were out. He knew everything that went on. He had enough workers working for him in just about every section of the city. Arkham included, but she felt she'd done enough in the past months that would make her reliable in his eyes.
Unfortunately, she had been having problems of her own that she wasn't telling anyone about. Not even her brother, or John. Ever since J put her in that pit nearly a half a year ago, she would hear…. voices. And as time went on, they would get worse. They would even mess with her mind at times, but eventually blame them on her PTSD. It was all just in her head…. Right? The only one who vaguely knew about the issue was Frost. Who had promised to keep his mouth shut by order of Sofia herself, she didn't need J worrying about her from inside a padded cell. That was the last thing she needed. So she would deal with it for now. Until she found another solution other than prescription pills.
Sofie
Sofia blinked, her eyes flashing back up to the street, realizing there was a car in front of her she shot her foot to the pedal and slammed on the breaks. It was a red light, and she hadn't even noticed it until the voice spoke up. The corvette skidded to a screeching halt, stopping just centimeters away from the car. She let out a breath and leaned back in the seat, glad that she didn't fuck up J's car. That would be a whole other issue on its own if she even so much as scratched the exterior. She sat in the vehicle until the light turned green, but the car in front didn't move.
Your being followed, A voice spoke up
The voices weren't wrong. Sofia glanced in the rearview mirror to see another black car pull up behind her, almost blocking her from backing up. It only now hit her that other than her car, these cars were the only other cars on the street, which was very unusual, considering the traffic she had just been in. Before she could reach over to shift the gears, another car trapped her exit on her right side.
The car window in the back seat to the vehicle on her right lowered to reveal a younger thinner man with dark hair and semi-formal clothing on. He glared at her from his spot, while the driver's seat window to the car began to lower as well. This time to meet the barrel of a large gun.
"Shit."
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