It was the Jokette's next session with Harleen she did the same routine as always before going to Harleens room, get in the straight jacket then make there way to Harleens door only this time they went to a door numbered twenty and the name Dr. Grey printed on it. The Jokette growled as she was pushed into the small dark room with only one light she was forcefully put into the chair. She turned and faced the psychiatrist, the Jokette was pissed she didn't want to talk to her.
"Where is Dr. Quinzel?" The Jokette asked through her teeth.
"Dr. Quinzel is gone for this week." Dr. Grey answered. "So, I am gonna take over until she's back. So how do you like it here at Arkham?" The Jokette didn't reply she turned her head childishly to look out the window.
Dr. Grey sighed trying again, "How have you slept." She was met with more silence
"What was your life like?" Dr. Grey asked trying to get a response from her, the Jokette growled loudly startling her.
"Listen here lady, you only have to deal with me twice so don't try and get to know me. You know the saying curiosity killed the cat. I'm warning you lady keep asking questions, and you could very well be that cat." The Jokette told her leaning into her face with a sinister smile, Dr. Grey freaked out and hit a little panic button under her desk.
The door to the room slammed open three guards piled in, two rushed over to her pulling her back quick enough to knock her into a daze. She laughed loudly her sides hurt as she watched another guard try and to talk to Dr. Grey.
"Oh dear, this is too funny I haven't laughed that hard in ages." The Jokette said after her laughter died down. "You're not gonna last long here if you were scared of that."
Once the guards pulled her out of the room they ended up taking her away from her cell into a quiet area of the asylum, they were fed up with her. With her still in her straight jacket they threw her to the ground a grunt erupted from her, another grunt echoed when a foot connected with her stomach. One of the guards picked her up just so they could punch her, the Jokette started laughing. "Didn't your mothers ever tell you it's not nice to hit a lady."
One guard stopped to answer, "You're no lady. You're just a freak that doesn't know when to stop."
"That's not very nice." The Jokette said as she pouted her split lips.
One last punch was sent to her face knocking her out she hung limp in the guards arms. "What are we gonna do with her?" The one holding her asked.
"Just toss her back into her cell."
They carried her unconscious body to her cell her feet dragged on the floor and her head swayed lifelessly. They tossed her onto her bed and quickly undid the jacket they slammed the door it did not wake her, but it did wake her brother from his nap. He shrugged it off going back to sleep.
Harleen was finally back after a week she walked into her room. The Jokette was at the table and didn't turn when the door opened. Harleen made her way to her seat and gasped when she finally saw the Jokette's face, she had a black eye and a bruised jaw her split lip was healing but still visible.
The Jokette gave her a toothy grin, "Glad to see you're back."
Harleen would've blushed but she ignored her grabbing her face turning it slightly inspecting the bruises, "Who did this?"
"You'll know when they stop showing up."
"I'm gonna pretend I didn't hear that." Harleen told her.
The Jokette laughed throwing her head back, "You see angel, that's why I like you. You don't ask too many questions."
"So I heard about your incident with Dr. Grey." Harleen put out there while crossing her arms.
"Oh, you heard about that." She smirked.
"Of course I did. She quit her job."
The Jokette laughed, "Over that little thing, that was nothing."
"Why did you scare her in the first place?"
"It's simple really," The Jokette got out of her seat and leaned close to Harleen's face, "She wasn't you."
Harleen let out the breath she didn't know she was holding, "Um...Uh well so uh." Harleen stumbled on her words.
"What's the matter Harley, surprised?"
"Uh…Yeah." Harleen told her.
"Well you shouldn't be. So where were you?" The Jokette questioned.
Harleen cleared her throat, "It was a family thing."
They left it at that, the Jokette decided to switch things up, "Harley, let's talk about you we've talked about me so much but never talked about you, it's almost like I don't even know you."
Harleen sat up in her chair and asked, "What would you like to know?"
"Anything really."
"Uh, well where should I start?" Harleen asked.
"How about your family since you already know mine."
"Okay, I have my dad, mom, brother, niece, and nephew. My dad's name is Nick he's con artist," Harleen laughed, "then there is my mom, Sharon, she was like the 'man' of the house and sometimes I think she was the only sane one in the family an-" She was cut off.
The Jokette laughed, "Are you saying that you're not sane?"
"No one is truly sane." She pointed out, then she continued, "My brother, Barry, he's a deadbeat I hate to talk bad about him but it's true, we get along I guess, we fight a lot." Harleen laughed slightly, "My niece and nephew god I love them they are only a couple years apart but they are adorable. Jenny is a ball of energy and Nicky is protective of his sister." Harleen gushed.
They kept talking about Harleen, she told her how when she was younger and how she did gymnastics. The time flew by as they continue to talk about her. The Jokette took a quick look at the clock, their session was almost up with two minutes to spare,
"Will I see you tonight?" The Jokette asked interrupting her.
Harleen laughed teasing her, "We'll see."
"Oh come on don't be like that." The Jokette pouted.
It was dark out the rain hitting the window was the only sound around, the Jokette was asleep in her bed. Something hit her face, waking her up. She growled picking up what hit her it was a squished cupcake a hidden smile graced her face. She stood up from her bed walking up to the bars giggling,
"You know there are other ways of waking me up."
"I tried but you didn't wake up, that was my last resort." Harleen laughed.
The Jokette started to eat her smushed cupcake, she looked up at Harleen and started to talk but the food muffled her voice.
Harleen laughed, "Try that one more time."
The Jokette swallowed her food "So what are you up to tonight angel face?"
"Nothing, I'm just gonna go home."
"Thats boring, why don't you go out with your friends?" The Jokette asked.
"I told you before I don't really have any friend." She reminded her.
"Okay, how about this when I'm out of here I'll take you out." She promised.
"How are you gonna get out of here you're trapped in a cell." Harleen questioned.
"Oh, I have my ways." The Jokette smirked.
A few hours passed and explosion sounded in front of the Jokette and the Joker's cells causing them to cover their faces as debris hit them. Their goons got to their doors sliding them open. Other patients screamed wanting to be let out but were ignored, the Jokette walked up to one of the goons,
"Do you have it?" She asked. He handed her a single red rose with a blank paper attached.
The Joker shook his head as he watched guards start to appear, "You're gonna get caught."
"No I'm not, see you at the car." She hollered as she ran down the hallway.
She skid to a stop as she reached door seventeen, she threw a quick glance behind her to check for guards and luckily there were none. She opened the door it squeaked, she cringed at the noise.
She rushed over to the desk grabbing a pen from the holder and started to write on the paper. Once she was done she rushed over to the window quickly unlatching it. She was thankful the room was on ground level, she slipped out. The Jokette slid as she landed on the muddy ground she stumbled as she made her way to the van drenched, the door opened and the Joker appeared.
"I told you so." She smirked at him.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah get in you wet dog." He said before she got in.
Once the door slammed shut they made their way out of Arkham Asylum.
Harleen made her way to work the next morning completely oblivious to what happened that night. The first thing she saw as she made her way to her office was people cleaning the remains of the wall on the floor and the Joker and the Jokette missing from their cell. She looked over sadly and continued walking.
She was in her office and quickly noticed her window open a puddle was on the floor, she shut it sighing. She sat down at her desk her face resting on her hand with a frown. Until she noticed a single rose in front of her. Confused, she picked it up inspecting it her frown quickly changed into a grin as she read the neat script,
'Catch you later, angel face. -J'
A/N: I'm iffy about this one, I hope you guys liked it. I am so so sorry about the long wait. Thank you to everyone that has favorited this story it means a lot.