The sudden touch caught him off-guard and he let out a grunt, his arms slowly coming to rest around her waist. As she realized just WHO she was hugging, Harleen released him and stepped back, giving a somewhat sheepish smile.

"Sorry about that, Mr. J…."

"Ah, its fine. No need to say sorry."

"I do need to say thank you, though, for stopping him. Hopefully it doesn't get you in any trouble."

"I don't think it will, since everything happened within view of security cameras."

Sitting down on the couch, the woman grumbled to herself and then got up and started to pace. Joker leaned against the edge of her desk, watching every move she made. Harleen pulled her lab coat off and threw it across the room with an angry yell. Seeing the more primal side of the normally calm, cool and collected woman caused the green-haired man to smirk and cross his arms. Remembering that she wasn't alone in the room, the doctor turned and stared at him for a moment.

"What?"

"Nothing. Just…surprised at the angrier side of you, Dr. Quinzel."

Letting out a sigh, she pulled her hair from its tie and sat down on the couch again, her blonde waves spilling over her shoulders. Joker moved over and sat down next to her, not speaking, simply watching. Not used to actually having contact with other people, the man reached over and put his hand on her shoulder. Lifting her head a bit, she peered over at him through her hair, which was then moved out of the way by Joker.

"Are you alright?"

"Surprised he followed me to work, that's all. We should probably get started with your session…"

Watching as she got up and moved over to her desk to retrieve his file, he situated himself on the couch. His sharp eyes caught the shaking of her hands as she came over to sit on the chaise next to the couch, and he reached out to steady them.

"Mr. J…."

"I might not be a shrink, Harley, but I DO know how to listen."

"It's MY job to listen to you…not the other way around."

"Well…the offer is there."

Sending him a small smile, and noticing that he still hadn't released her hands, Harleen gave his a small squeeze before re-situating herself. The two spoke for a while about random topics, including more information about his childhood. He again tried to remember more about his past relationship, but had no luck. After about twenty minutes, it indeed turned into Harleen talking mostly, and Joker listening. Towards the end of the session the woman laughed a bit at the apparent role reversal for the day.

"Thank you, Mr. J. I appreciate the opportunity to vent…I don't get that very often."

"Not a problem. Told you I knew how to listen."

As the alarm buzzed, signifying the end of their session, both Joker and Harleen stood up. The clown headed for the door, as always, but this time was stopped before he could leave. When he turned around to see why she was stopping him, he found himself peering down into her bright green eyes.

"Something you want, doc?"

"Something highly inappropriate for a doctor to want from a patient…but…"

"Oh? Do tell…"

Harleen hesitated for a few minutes, kind of tip-toeing around her words before she let out a sigh and looked up at him.

"Fuck it…"

With that, she put her hands on his shoulders and leaned up towards him. Seeing what she was going for, the man gave an internal smirk and leaned down to meet her. Their lips came together in a quick kiss, the electricity between them almost visible when they separated. When she stepped back, their eyes met again, and a low chuckle escaped him at seeing the look in hers.

"I…ah…I shouldn't have done that…"

"Oh? Why is that?"

"I'm your DOCTOR…"

"And?"

"I shouldn't be feeling this way about you."

Moving forward, Joker smirked when she backed up, eventually backing into the edge of her desk and sitting down. Once there, he leaned forward and put his hands on said desk on either side of her. Instead of pushing him away, her hands moved to his shoulders again, fingers gripping a bit. Instead of speaking again, he leaned down and their lips met again, a low growl escaping the man. Pulling back after a few moments, he met her eyes one more time.

"If it's so inappropriate, why don't you push me away?"

Sliding her hands down Joker's chest, Harleen flattened them against his skin and took a deep breath. He simply waited to see what she would do, hands still resting against the desk on either side of her body. When he felt the VERY subtle push, he stepped back and crossed his arms.

"You…you should go before they come looking for you…"

Smirking, he turned and walked to the door, pulled it open and left the office. Harleen stayed seated on her desk for a few moments, hand over her hammering heart. As time continued to pass, she gave up fighting her developing feelings for Joker, admitting to herself she was falling in love with him. She would try to hold sessions in her private office as much as possible, which negated the worry of being caught in a compromising situation. Their sessions were also scheduled for longer amounts of time, half of which would simply be used to sit and talk about nonsense, with some kisses thrown in for good measure.

"This is so much easier than I thought it would be…"

Joker let out a low laugh and reclined on his bed in his cell, and closed his eyes. Hearing yelling from outside the room, rather suddenly, he got up and walked over to the small window and peered out. Walking down the hall, and being followed by one of the guards, was Harleen. Cocking his head as he noticed she was headed right for him, he blinked and stepped back from the door.

"Open this door. Now."

"Can't do that, doc, not without Dr. Arkham's approval."

"I need to speak with Mr. Joker about a very serious matter, now OPEN THE DOOR!"

Another voice that Joker didn't recognize told the guard to do as told, and it wasn't long before the door to his cell swung open and the blonde walked in. The door was pulled shut behind her, and she approached Joker with a glare.

"Now what'd I do to deserve that…look?"

"Did you have Josh killed, Mr. J?"

"I beg your pardon, doc?"

"You heard me loud and clear. He was found dead this morning in an alley behind his apartment. Were you responsible?"

"I think this is something best discussed in private, don't you, Harley?"

Calming herself after a few moments, she let out a sigh and looked up at him. Her advancing had caused him to back up against the far wall of his cell, out of sight of the tiny window in the door. Motioning him to follow her, the door was opened, and when the guard and Dr. Arkham saw the man behind her, they lifted an eyebrow in unison.

"I need to speak with him in private. I'm taking him to my office."

The woman walked between the two without waiting for approval, Joker following behind her. When they reached her office, she closed and locked the door before turning to see him sitting on the edge of her desk.

"Mr. J?"

"To get right to the point of this impromptu meeting, yes, I did."

"How…why?"

"I have a friend amid the guards that got a message to my right hand. He followed the instructions I wrote out for him, and boom, Joshie is dead. As to why…I think you already know."

"Oh, please, enlighten me!"

"He was stalking you, beating you and being an overall dickhead! I couldn't let that continue, now could I?"

Walking over to where he was seated on the edge of her desk, she met his eyes and put her hands on his shoulders. Having uncrossed his arms as she'd approached him, his hands lifted and came to rest on her hips.

"You know how I feel about you…"

"Did ya have to kill him, though? I mean…couldn't you just have, I dunno, relocated him somewhere?"

"I know guys like that, Harls, he would have showed back up eventually."

Letting out a light sigh, she shook her head a bit and moved one hand to the back of his neck, closing her eyes. While they were closed, a smug smile curled his lips and he brushed a stray hair out of her face. When she felt his touch ghost over her cheek, she opened her eyes again and smiled. Once the errant hair was back in place, his hand flattened against her face.

"I shouldn't be this…relieved about someone's death."

"You know I only did it to protect you."

Finally giving in and letting out a light laugh, she met Joker's eyes. He grinned at her when he felt her fingers tangling in the small hairs at the base of his neck. Taking the hint, he leaned forward and their lips met in a kiss. This one, however, didn't stay gentle and innocent for long. Harleen found herself lifted off her feet and sat where he had been on her desk. After a few more moments, Joker pulled back with a low growl, their eyes meeting again.

"Mr. J…I…I want you…"

AN: Chapter 4 everyone! SO EXCITED for the extended edition Suicide Squad DVD release on Tuesday! I WILL HAVE IT!