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Later that day:

Harleen stood at the entrance to the interview rooms, clasping her file tightly. While the rest of her demeanor was calm and cool, she had this pit at the center of her stomach. She had never wanted others to see her in a way that might show she has weaknesses, that only allowed for people to walk all over her. And Harleen was no pushover. Although she did seem nervous for this therapy session in particular.

She closed her eyes and let out a breath, grabbing her keycard and swiping it through the scanner for the metal sliding doors to open. Her heels clacked against the dull cement flooring as she walked through to the actual interview room.

There was only one guard this time, who looked at her and nodded to ensure it was safe to go inside. Harleen took a deep breath before clasping the door handle and walking inside. The room was silent as usual, but the silence wasn't something she liked. She walked over to the empty seat placed on the opposite side of the table where her patient was waiting. She had this ball in her throat, something you'd get before performing in a school play or a big interview. She was nervous and was glad she was finally able to take a seat as her legs seemed a little shaky from the nerves.

Well what do you know? Little miss barbie wants to play doctor.

"Hello Crane," she finally spoke up

Crane stared at her, "Harleen."

His tone was just as uninterested as his attitude. But she wasn't about to let him get to her, she was seeing the Joker for god's sake. Here she was, therapist to a former colleague, who happened to be incredibly good at what he did. So she had to watch her words and her movements, otherwise he would try and flip the situation back on her.

His demeanor was almost the same as the Joker's but completely different at the same time. They both had this smug yet bored look on their faces. While Joker was a bit more eccentric, Jonathan held this arrogant aura around him. His straight jacket wasn't as tight as Joker's, but it was strapped enough to show just how slim he was.

Crane's crystal eyes were fixed on her, she knew exactly what it was he was doing. He was analyzing her movements, trying to figure out what she was thinking without her even speaking.

"Arkham's asked me to analyze you before your release."

Liar

He gave a small smirk as he nodded, "Is that so."

She nodded, not seeming to get a word out and instead opened her file along with her notepad and began writing.

"So this is strictly just a check off before I get out of here and nothing more correct?"

"Looks that way," she avoided eye contact with him behind her thick spectacles

Bullshit. We know exactly how this works. And we don't require one.

"So it has nothing to do with gaining more information on other patients?"

Harleen paused, her blue eyes shifting up to see Crane, who was smirking at her with cold eyes. "Pardon?"

Got her.

Such arrogance to think I can't see through her lies. I was her superior before this.

And still smarter.

He gave a soft sigh, "You honestly expect me to believe that of all the doctors in this institution, they would send the likes of you to analyze me? I'm set to be released Ms. Quinzel, these sessions are pointless."

Harleen watched him, knowing he was correct. But she wasn't about to let this opportunity of hers slip away.

"I just want to make sure your alright before you leave."

"Since when was my wellbeing a concern of yours?"

"Since I know a person can't be rehabilitated in a matter of 9 months."

Crane smirked, "That's not what my file says."

"And you think because you've played by certain rules that you're just going to walk out of here a free man?" she asked skeptically

Duh

Crane pursed his lips and glance to the side in thought before giving a nod, "Yeah. That's exactly what I think. Because it's already set to happen."

"You're going to have eyes on you even outside of these walls Jonathan. What's going to happen when you get caught again?"

"Who said anything about being caught?"

She shook her head, "Isn't that how you got here in the first place?"

Plans. Plans. Plans.

Jonathan rolled his eyes, "If you believed I was arrested against my wishes. Then your even more dense than I initially realized."

Harleen let out an aggravated sigh, "So your saying you wanted to get caught?"

"I'm saying I never precede with actions without knowing the consequences."

"Don't you realize you need help? Arkham may be able to look past it, but I can't."

"As if any of the inmates you have here get rehabilitated. It's a lost cause. Might as well accept it now before you get your hopes crushed."

Harleen clenched her jaw, "Nothing's a lost cause if you just accept the help offered."

"Then I respectfully decline," Jonathan's indifference returned, "I don't need help. Although I believe you might need it more than me."

Harleen blinked, "I'm not labeled as the mentally unstable one here."

"You need a label now?"

She furrowed her brows, "What is Sofia going to say after finding out your intentions once you're out?"

He frowned, "She doesn't know I'm leaving yet. And I very much would like to keep it that way for now."

This made Harley quirk her head, "What for?"

Almost as nosy as the bitch in question

Quiet.

Jonathan leaned back in his seat, "I prefer it to be a surprise. So I suggest you keep your underdeveloped understanding of both basic social interaction and knowledge of psychoanalysis to yourself. Wouldn't want to strain that trivial brain of yours," he replied with a mischievous smile

She could feel the heat cover her face. Crane was always egotistical, even before becoming a patient here He had been a mentor to the newer staff. Walking around as if they were beneath him. But she was one of the very few who wouldn't take his shit. "Don't you think after all the time she's wasted waiting on you, she deserves to know?"

Jonathan quirked his head, "And what about you?"

"What about me?"

"If you find it so hard to understand how a woman like her could waste, as you say, her life waiting for me because of the life I've chosen to live. Isn't that a bit hypocritical Ms. Quinzel?"

Harleen furrowed her brows, not quite understanding what he meant by that question, "I'm not the one dating a criminal."

A smug look fell on Jonathan's face, "Oh but you'd like to be."

Her lips turned into a frown, "I'm perfectly fine with the life I have now. And the men in it."

Men. So she's single right now.

Crane quirked his head, "And the extra effort you've taken to do your makeup and wear tighter fitting clothes has nothing to do with your fundamental attraction to a certain patient of yours? Your personal relationships not working out for you Harleen?"

She froze when he said this and Crane noticed. Giving him more confidence to know that he'd struck a nerve with the young doctor.

"I think that's an inappropriate accusation to be making Jonathan," she said sternly

"Dr. Crane will suffice thank you," he corrected, "And it wasn't meant to be. Just a basic observation."

She was getting agitated, "Can't imagine what your relationship consists of Dr. Crane."

She held a tone that he only let slide with one specific person and she wasn't the one. Now it was Crane who gave the disapproving look, "My relationship with Ms. Black shouldn't concern you in the slightest."

"You're right." Harleen's attitude as well as her accent started slipping into the argument, "But here's a little something I do know since I just so happen to be a woman."

Jonathan stared at her as she spoke, his mouth closed shut while irritation fueled his thoughts.

Harleen narrowed her eyes, leaning in, "No woman whose faithful to a man can be that content seeing him behind bars."

"You don't know anything about her."

The blonde crossed her legs as she rested her elbows on the metal surface, "I know when a woman keeps secrets. And she definitely strikes me as the perfect candidate. So don't talk to me about relationships when you should take a look at your own."

Crane remained passive, but deep down he couldn't help but question whether Harleen was right or not. Sofia wouldn't keep anything from him, and if she did he would know about it…right?

"But what do I know? I am just a dense woman with a trivial brain."

This fucking bitch.

Crane's jaw tensed up and for the first time, Harleen didn't see Jonathan. She was looking at Scarecrow. His eyes were now a darker shade of blue as he glared at her with hatred.

"I believe our time is up."

Harleen turned her blonde head to look at the clock. She looked at Crane with confusion, "But there's still five minutes left?"

He kept his head hanging low while his dangerous eyes remained locked on hers, "That clock is five minutes slow."

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