She had gotten out of the shower, and got into much more comfortable clothes. She was drying her hair as she walked into her room. She stopped short, when she saw Batman standing in her room.
"How nice to see you, in my room, again." She told him.
She threw the towel on her bed, then began brushing her hair. Batman grabbed her, and spun her around to face him. She gasped, as he inspected her neck.
"What happened?!" He demanded.
"I can't answer that, without breaking confidentiality." She told him.
He frowned, not liking that answer.
"Joker did this to you?!" He seemed...mad? Upset?
"No. He seemed just as upset as you are, except, more vengeful." She told him.
"Who?" asked.
She sighed.
"She's been lied to, and isn't thinking straight. She thinks she's in love with him." Hope said.
"Harley." Batman said.
She nodded.
"As I hear it, Joker is taunting Harley, using her jealousy. She warned me to stay away from him." She said.
"Are you okay?" Bat man asked.
She sighed, but smiled.
"I'll be fine." She said.
"Why was this in the garbage?" He asked, holding up the newest invitation from Bruce Wayne.
"Why am I not surprised? I'm not going to the event." She said.
"Why not? All you do is work. You need to relax some times." He told her.
She raised her eyebhrows in amusement.
"That is going to some stuffy, boring, charity event, that is nothing more than one percenters throwing around their money. I'm sorry, but that's not my definition of relaxing." She told him.
"It's a benefit for Arkham Asylum. Where you work. Don't you think you should attend?" He asked.
"I'm sure that I won't be missed. I'm just one therapist, a nobody, pretty much. Bruce Wayne doesn't even know I exist, so there's really no reason to go. I'm sure my supervisors will be more than enough to represent Arkham Asylum." She said.
Batman studied her for a moment.
"You are more important than you believe. You need to do something other than just work." He told her.
She rolled her eyes.
"You're one to talk." She said.
"Excuse me?!" He said.
"I've read about you, I've seen you on the TV, you do nothing but work, every night. So, please tell me how you are more qualified to tell me how to relax?" She asked.
"You should go to the charity event." He told her.
"You should take a night off." She told him.
They stared at each other.
"Go to the event Dr. Lake. Bruce Wayne isn't as bad as you might think." He told her.
"And how would you know? From what I've seen, and read, he's just another rich playboy, looking for the next notch on his belt. He's really not much different than Oliver Queen, or Lex Luthor. I never went to any of their events either. They tried though, but they eventually gave up. Wayne will eventually do the same." She said, with a shrug.
"You're comparing Bruce Wayne to Queen, and Luthor?! Maybe you need to relax more than you realize." He told her.
She narrowed her eyes at him.
"Why are you so worried about this?" She asked.
"Just go to the event." He told her.
She frowned as he exited through her window. She exhaled loudly, shut her light off, and headed to bed. Her mind was reeling from her most recent visit with Batman. She slowly drifted off to sleep.