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Chapter 6
That morning Harleen woke up to find herself asleep on her father's couch. She still had clothes from work but there was a blanket covering her. She slowly got up and check her phone. She only had an hour to get to work.
"Fuck!" she exclaimed. She started frantically looking for her purse and her shoes.
"Pop?" she called out. She walked to the door and stopped when she saw her father standing there talking to someone on the other side.
"Look, I'll have it soon. Just give me a little more time," Frank said in a hushed tone.
"Frankie, we have given you enough time, we want our money," the man said, loudly.
"Shhh, my fucking daughter is in here sleeping," Frank said, looking around to make sure Harleen was listening but he didn't see her hiding around the corner, "I have been paying this off for 6 months and I have never been late until now, just please cut me a little slack." The man lets out a sigh as he thinks it over.
"Frankie, I don't make the rules, I enforce them," the man said, "But because I like you Frankie and because I know you ain't jerking me around, I'm gonna to tell the boss that you are out of town the rest of the week."
Frank's face gave a look of surprise. "Really?" he asked.
"You got a week, Frankie," the man said walking away.
"Thanks, I owe you one!" Frank yelled out to him as he got in the car. The man got in his car without another word and drove off. Frank let out a sigh of relief and closed the door.
"Pop?" Harleen came from around the corner. Frank jumped at the sound of his daughter's voice.
"Good morning, sweetheart. You leaving so soon? I was going to make you breakfast," he said.
"Pop, who was that man?" she asked.
"Oh, he was just a friend of mine," he lied.
Harleen sighed and reached in her purse for her checkbook. "How much do you owe him?" she asked.
"Oh baby, I got it under control. My check hasn't come yet, but it will in the next few days, don't worry."
"You said you were paying it off, just let me pay the rest," Harleen said.
"No, I got this, besides, I'm almost done." Harleen looked at her father with a worried look but he gave her a reassuring look back.
"Okay, but if your check comes late again, tell me. Owing me money is safer than owing it to them," Harleen said, putting her checkbook back in her purse, "I'm need to get going, I'll call you later." She kissed him on the cheek and left.
Pacing up and down his cell, The Joker looked at the clock outside his cell for the tenth time. He was supposed to be with Dr. Quinzel thirty minutes ago and the guards have yet to retrieve him.
"What if I pushed her too far?" he thought. He looked at the clock again.
"It's not like I beat her up. Hell, it was probably the best orgasm she has ever had and I didn't even get off." He stopped pacing and sat on his bed.
"What if she's never coming back?" At that thought he panicked and shot up from his bed.
"Hey! I want to see my doctor! Where is my doctor?" he shouted banging on the door. No one showed up so he banged harder.
"Where is Dr. Quinzel?" he yelled even louder. Finally, a guard came to his door. It wasn't his employee. This was a pretty big guy who could probably put up a good fight against Bane.
"What's going on here?" the guard asked.
"I want to see my doctor. I want to see Dr. Quinzel."
"Dr. Quinzel isn't here right now, you'll just have to wait, clown," the guard said.
"I'm not waiting, get me Dr. Quinzel or I swear I will slit your fucking throat," The Joker threatened.
The guard snickered, "Oh really? I would like to see you try." He unlocked The Joker's cell.
The Joker smiled.
Harleen pulled up at Arkham about 45 minutes late. She got out her car and was immediately approached by Jeremiah.
"Harleen, where the hell have you been?" he yelled.
"I left you a message. I told you I was going to be late," she explained. Jeremiah dragged her by her forearm towards the building.
"What the hell are you doing?"
"The Joker has a knife to a guard's throat." The two ran to where a crowd of guards had guns pointed at The Joker who had a knife at the guard's throat.
"Let him go, clown!" a guard yelled.
"Not until I get what I want," The Joker said in a sing song.
"What do you want?"
The Joker looked up and saw Harleen standing there. He moved the pocket knife to his other hand and used it to point.
"Her," he said. Everybody looked at Harleen. Harleen walked towards him slowly with her hands out.
"What do you want, Mr. Joker?" she asked.
"I wanted to talk to my fucking doctor but she didn't show up," he snarled at her.
"I'm here now, what do you want to talk about?"
The Joker looked around and said, "I want to talk about what were talked about yesterday. My favorite meal."
Harleen's face became pale. "Oh God please don't let him say anything," she thought.
"Okay, we can talk about it but in my office. Just let him go," she said. The Joker started laughing.
"You think I'm stupid. As soon as I let him go they are going to shoot me like a dog and dance on my grave."
Harleen looked around at all the guns drawn. She took the handcuffs of a guard and walked up to The Joker.
"If they shoot you they will have to shoot me. Now let him go so I can put these on you and we can go to my office," she said. The Joker tightened his grip around the guard's neck.
Harleen looked at Jeremiah pleadingly and for a second he thought she had lost her mind but he complied.
"Everybody, stand down. Do not shoot!" The guards all hesitantly put their weapons down.
The Joker launched the guard into the sea of people and held his hands out. Harleen cuffed him and walked him to her office leaving everyone, included Jeremiah, dumbfounded.
Harleen guided The Joker to his seat and sat down on the other side.
"Mr. Joker was it really necessary to cause such a scene," Harleen asked.
"Where were you? Why were you late?" he asked, ignoring her question.
"I was overslept this morning," she said, "Now, why did you make a scene?" The Joker smiled at her.
"I thought you were avoiding me," he answered.
"Why would I avoid you? Because of what happened yesterday? I told you something similar to this before. You are not the first person to lick me and you certainly won't be the last," she said. The look on The Joker's face turned from playfully to murderous.
"Let's get one thing straight, Harley. We can banter and bicker until we are blue in the face but there will never be a question over what you really are."
"First of all, my name is Harleen, and pray tell, what am I, Mr. Joker?" Harleen asked.
"Mine."
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