Author's Note: So sorry this took so long to post! Well you asked for shorted chapters so here they are. I've been at my BF's house the past few weeks so I didn't write as much as I wanted to, but the chapters after this WILL be longer. This is really just a filler chapter to connect the events together. Things are about to get interesting, and I promise to post within the next two weeks. So thanks for being patient and enjoy!

"Batman was here last night." Harley stated casually, skimming her notes.

Over the weeks, her notes consisted less of actual notes and more of doodles and hearts and the Joker's name written a thousand different ways.

"He finally committed himself?" The Joker asked, giddy. "You know he's crazier than you and me put together."

"I'm not crazy." Harley said with fervency.

"Well the jury's still out on that."

The Joker jerked uncomfortably in his restraints, sliding low into his seat then popping back up in a completely different position. He did this several times before he had maneuvered his feet up onto the table and had crossed them at the ankles.

"Do you think you're crazy?" She asked, disregarding his peculiar display just a moment ago.

"If I think I'm crazy that would mean that I'm sane. And if I think I'm sane that means I'm crazy, right?" His tongue darted out of his mouth and quickly retreated. "Isn't that how you decide who stays and who goes around here? Why don't you tell me what answer they wanna hear."

"They want to hear that you're crazy." She answered.

"Why?" He asked, bored.

"They want to keep you here. They think Blackgate will be too easy for you to break out of."

In one fluid motion, his feet were back on the floor and he was leaning as far across the table as his restraints would allow.

"And what do you want to hear?" He said low enough that only she could hear.

"I want to hear you're crazy." She looked down at her lap.

"Do you think I'm crazy?" He asked.

She avoided his eyes. She felt extremely vulnerable right now and feared that if she looked at him she would turn to stone, or crumble, or both.

"No."

"Dr. Harleen Quinzel, you have been treating the Joker for six months now." District Attorney Bitchface asked Harley. "In your sessions, have you found any solid proof that the Joker is certifiably insane?"

No, Harley thought. The time had come for her to give her professional opinion on the Joker's mental state. Joan had called her into conference room C and become subject to interrogation.

"Yes," She answered aloud. "In every session I have had with the Joker, he had exhibited antisocial and sociopath behavior in the extreme. He lacks empathy, shows absolutely no remorse for his actions, and holds human life- including his own- in no regard. All of this aside, to look at what he has done to this city and still allege that this man could be sane is simply ludicrous."

Harley felt triumphant having used as many ten dollar words as she could think of to prove a point didn't actually believe. The Joker's permanent placement at Arkham was now guaranteed thanks to her testimony.

"Can you tell me about the allegations that your relationships with the Joker was less than professional?" The cold woman asked, as if Harley hadn't said a word.

She was caught. It was true over the past months it or so her feelings for the Joker had become harder to conceal as they grew stronger. The true descent had started when she confessed her feelings to him. That had been when she agreed to let him play therapist, officially. After that, the role reversal continued. Harley felt safe divulging her deepest secrets and fears to him. She even dropped her accent when she was with him.

"Those allegations are completely and utterly false. I care deeply for all of my patients, but that car is always professional."

"Thank you, Miss Quinzel." She condescended. "That will be all."

"So, how did your meeting with the new DA go?" The Joker inquired at their next session. "Am I doomed to an eternity of psychotherapy?"

"Well, they've decided to keep you here." She answered shyly.

"Because of your testimony." His tone was humorless.

"Yes." She squeaked.

In one fluid movement, he was across the table, his hands around her throat.

"You stupid bitch!" He bellowed.

Harley knew she should be scared. She couldn't breathe and her vision was blurring. She would be unconscious soon and no one would be able to stop the Joker from doung whatever he pleased. This new thought only proved to excite her. He stopped abruptly and stared at her. She wasn't resisting. Huh. This girl never ceased to surprise him. He kept his hands around her neck, just enough to keep her in place.

"Where do you live, Harley?" He asked in his dangerous, nasally tone.

Don't tell him! Her head screamed. He wants to kill you!

"The Chelsea Arms. Near the Narrows." She couldn't stop herself. He said frog and she jumped.

"That's an awfully dangerous place for such a spoiled girl." He eyed her, trying to figure out just what this girl was all about.

He had covered his ass well enough by spelling out her past for her. But still, there was something there just out of reach. The only other person he had met like that- some tempting yet untouchable side of them- was the Batman. He'd take care of the doctor later. He had to solve the bigger puzzle first.

So like I said, I'll be posting sooner and you can expect at least 1,000 words in each chapter. Oh and for those of you who were perplexed by Eddie's riddle in the previous chapter, the answer is Time. Please review! I love you all :)