Hello my lovies, how are you this beautiful night? Well as you can see I updated my fic so enjoy.

Chapter 3

The next day Harleen was sitting at her desk waiting the guards to bring in The Joker. The little present that he left for her was a clear message that he wanted to mess with her and she hadn't decided if she wanted to mess with him back. Before she could decide, the door to her office was opened and the guards brought The Joker in and sat him in his seat.

"How you doing, Mr. Joker?" Harleen asked. The Joker looked at her with an icy glare but didn't say anything.

"Oh, that's great Mr. Joker. I'm glad you are settling in fine," Harleen chuckled to herself.

"Dr. Quinzel, you know sarcasm is very rude, right?" he growled at her.

"That's the point," she answered. He started shaking again and this time she noticed. She reached in her bag that sat next to her chair pulled out a container full of cookies. She leaned back in her chair and popped on in her mouth. The Joker looked at her like she had 4 heads and a third tit.

"What are you looking at?" she asked.

"Are you eating cookies?" he asked.

"No, I'm eating pizza with chocolate chips in it," she said and smirked at him.

"That smart mouth of yours is gonna get you hurt one day," The Joker said.

"Can't wait," she held a cookie to him, "You want one?" The cookie was close enough so he could smell it, making his stomach growl. It had been a while since he had a cookie. Hell, it had been a while since he had anything homemade. He looked at her trying to figure out her game.

"You're not try to poison me, are you? Because I'm not going down without a fight," he said.

Harleen laughed and took the cookie back.

"I was just trying to be nice. It's the least I could do after you gave me such a nice gift last night," she said.

The Joker put on his signature smile. "Oh, you got my little friend. I hope he didn't scare you," he said with false concern.

"Shocked? Maybe. Scared? Not really. You don't seem like the type of guy that would leave anyone a nice gift but I appreciate it. I will take good care of Greaser."

"Greaser? You named it?" The Joker asked, truly shocked.

"Well, yeah. Can't have a pet without a name. Speaking of names, what's yours?"

The Joker's smile was quickly wiped off his face, "What did say?"

"What is your name? I'm sure The Joker is not the name your mother gave you so what is?" Harleen asked again.

"That is none of your business, little girl," he growled at her.

"You are my business until you break out again so I thought maybe I can get something out of you while you are here," she grabbed another cookie from her container, "I will give you two cookies if tell me."

The Joker scowled at her, trying his best not look as lost as he was. "What is wrong with this woman?" he thought, "She can't be serious."

"Come on don't be shy, I won't tell anyone I swear," she edged on. He still wouldn't say anything.

"Okay, I will share half with you if you just tell the first letter. Please?" The Joker stared at her. It was the first time he really looked at her. She was beautiful and he couldn't lie about that. What really caught his attention was her eyes. They were as blue as the water that surrounded Sicily.

Before he realized what he was doing, he said, "J."

Both him and Harleen looked shocked that he told her. She honestly didn't expect him to tell her, she was going to give him the cookies anyway. She picked up the container and walked over to his side of the desk and sat on the edge.

"Open your mouth," she said.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"For an evil genius, you are kind of stupid," she said. His face turned back into a scowl. "I am quite sure this woman has a death wish," he thought.

"You can't eat your cookies with a straitjacket on and I'm sure as hell not taking it off," she explained. The Joker thought about it for a minute before opening his mouth.

As she fed him, they both felt the tension in the room change, it was almost sexual. This was the first time Harleen got a good look at him too. Even with his pale white skin, there was dark circles under his eyes from years of not getting a good night sleep. The scars on his face reminded her of battle wounds. When she noticed the 'J' under his eye, she smiled.

"So, your first name starts with J?" she asked. He just nodded.

"I bet I can guess it, there isn't a lot of names that start with J," she said.

"Even if you do guess it, I'm not going to tell you if you got it right," The Joker said.

"Well, it's probably something simple like," she thought for a minute, "Jack."

The Joker nearly choked on his cookie but managed to keep a straight face.

"Yeah, you look like a Jack, I'm gonna call you Jack," she said.

"Don't call me Jack," The Joker said.

"Why not, Jack?" Harleen pressed.

The Joker smiled at her and said, "I really don't want to rearrange that pretty face of yours. Actually, I do but don't give me another reason."

Harleen just stared at him. She knew he wanted to kill her but she still had the urge to push his buttons. That's when she realized how close their faces were. They were so close she could smell the cookies on his breath. She suddenly wanted to close the gap between them. Instead, she quickly moved back to her side of the table. Even though she didn't act on it, she knew the fact that she even thought about kissing him was highly inappropriate. Harleen knew that there were some lines you just don't cross. What she didn't know was that if she didn't move, The Joker would have kissed her himself. She didn't know that for the remainder of the session, he was desperate trying to remember how to get of his straitjacket so he could throw her over her desk and have his way with her. She definitely didn't know that he was starting to kind of, sort of, like her.

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