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Chapter 7

Harleen sat there staring at The Joker. There wasn't a doubt in her mind that he was serious. The Joker was the type of man that always got what he wanted and she knew that. She also knew that, unfortunately for her, he wanted her.

"Cat got your tongue, Harley?" The Joker asked, smugly.

"My name isn't Harley, Mr. Joker," Harleen said, "And for your information, I am not yours. I don't belong to anyone." The Joker laughed.

"Oh, that's where you're wrong, Harley, you were mine the minute I saw you in that hallway whether you like it or not. You can try to act all professional and shit but you know it isn't going to get you anywhere."

Harleen stood up from her chair. "You know what Mr. Joker, you're right. You are absolutely right. This isn't going anywhere, I tried to do my job and be professional but I'm obviously wasting my time here so I will just tell Dr. Arkham to get you a new doctor, maybe Dr. Leland, she sure has a hard on for you," she said as she started walking towards the door.

"What? No! I don't want Leland, I want her! Stop her, you idiot!" The Joker thought to himself.

"You know you got it right," he said.

Harleen turned around. "Got what right?" she asked.

"My name." This stunned Harleen. For a moment, she thought she was imagining things until he spoke again. "The name that is on my birth certificate is Jack. I'm not going to tell you my last name and just because you know it doesn't mean I'm going to let you call me that. Jack is dead," he said. Harleen slowly walked back to her chair and sat down.

"When did he die?" she asked, sympathetically.

"About 10 years ago, he had just turned 24 and he got caught up in some bullshit that got him killed," he answered.

"Who killed him?"

"The Batman."

"How did-" The Joker stopped her.

"Ah, ah, ah, Dr. Quinzel. You don't expect me share all of my secrets at once do you? I told you something, now you tell me something," he said.

"What do you want to know?" she asked.

"Your real hair color because I know it isn't blonde," he said. Harleen giggled, making The Joker's dick twitch. "Down boy, now is not the time," he thought

"Um, it's a light brown, that's why it can easily pass for blonde," she said.

"Why did you dye it?" he asked.

"It's a long story."

"I have all the time in the world," The Joker said.

"Well, when I was in high school I had my first boyfriend," she was caught by surprise when she heard him growl, but she continued, "For Halloween, we were Brad and Janet from Rocky Horror and I had worn a blonde wig because that was all the party store had and he said I was really sexy as a blonde so I just dyed it."

"What was his name?" The Joker asked. Harleen smirked at him.

"Wouldn't you like to know," she said. The Joker didn't look pleased, making Harleen laugh.

"I don't like it when people touch my stuff, Dr. Quinzel," he said.

"Good thing I'm not your stuff, Mr. Joker," Harleen said, teasingly, "Besides, it was a long time ago. Actually, I think I might call him to see how he's doing."

"Like hell you will," The Joker said. Harleen laughed at his serious expression.

"Who's going to stop me?" she asked. The Joker looked at her as if she had just challenged him to World War III.

"If I can get out of a straitjacket, do you honestly think a pair of handcuffs can stop me?"

Harleen's playful expression quickly turned humorless. She hadn't thought about that. If he wanted her, there wasn't anything to stop him, not even her.

"Mr. Joker, what exactly do you want from me?" she asked.

"Well, at the moment I want you spread eagle right here on this table but that can wait. Um, besides that, I don't know, I'm still trying to figure it out," he explained.

"So basically, you just want sex," Harleen stated.

"Oh no, I want a lot more from you than just sex; like I want you to call me Mr. J," he said.

Before Harleen could say anything, there was a knock at the door. The Joker's employee came in and got him.

"Until next time Dr. Quinzel."

"Try not to get into any more trouble…Mr. J," Harleen said with a smile. The Joker looked surprised for a moment and then pleased with himself. He winked at her before he left the room.

As Harleen sat in the employee lounge, reading one of her Harlequin novels and sipping of her espresso, when Dr. Leland stands in front of her with her arms crossed.

"Can I help you?" Harleen asked, not looking away from her book.

"I want to talk about The Joker," Dr. Leland said.

"No," Harleen said, still not looking up from her book.

"No?" Dr. Leland snapped.

"Did I stutter?"

"Dr. Quinzel, you are highly disrespectful to your superiors and I have half a mind to report you to Dr. Arkham," Dr. Leland threatened.

"Oh, I'm so scared. I'm still not going to talk to you about my patient," Harleen said. With that, Dr. Leland stomped away from her. A few minutes later, she was back with Dr. Arkham in tow. Harleen hadn't moved an inch.

"Can I help you?" Harleen repeated

"Dr. Quinzel, Dr. Leland says you are undermining her authority and wants you suspended," Jeremiah said, in a bored tone.

"And let me guess, she wants to take over my patients while I'm gone?"

"You see, she is completely disrespectful and obviously can't even handle her own patient. This morning was completely uncalled for and on top of that, she was late," Dr. Leland complained. Harleen could barely contain herself, she wanted to laugh so bad but she just focused on her book.

"Dr. Leland, why don't you go make your rounds and I will handle Dr. Quinzel," Jeremiah suggested. Dr. Leland sneered at Harleen before leaving the lounge. Jeremiah sat down next to Harleen and rubbed his temples.

"You okay there, Dr. Arkham?" Harleen teased as she sipped her espresso.

"Harleen, you really need to learn to control that smart mouth of yours," Jeremiah said. Harleen finally put her book down and looked at him.

"It's a blessing and a curse," Harleen said.

Jeremiah snorted. "I guess it is. You sure know how to get people going," he said.

"Oh, you have no idea," she said, think of The Joker.

"Can you at least try to play nice with Leland? I don't need the stress; I want to make it to my 60th birthday."

Harleen laughed and began to pack up her stuff.

"I will try but no promises," she said before walking out.

I know it was a little short but that's just how I write. Some chapters will be longer but as long as I get to 1000 words I'm good. Anyways, I wasn't lying when I said reviews make me write fast so get to it.