She froze. No. No, no, no, no, this couldn't be happening. How did he get here? How long had he been in her house? Oh god, what had he seen?

"Good girl. Now If you promise to stay quiet I'll loosen up a little bit, alright?"

How was she going to get out of this? Her phone was in the other room and if she screamed he'd surely kill her before anyone would be able to get there. She had no choice but to listen to him.

She nodded her head trying to fight back her tears.

Joker smiled and guided Harley the bed. He kept his hand over her mouth as she sat down. The look of fear in her eyes was intoxicating. It was a different kind of look than when they had therapy together. Here he had all the power and she didn't have the guards, or restraints, or her stupid panic button to convince her otherwise.

Joker slowly removed his hand from her mouth, but the look he gave her made it clear that if she made a sound she would instantly regret it.

"So, nice place you got here. A little smaller than I pictured it, but I'm pleasantly surprised by the sever lack of cats I thought you'd be hoarding" he said with a chuckle.

Harley's head was spinning. This was too much for her; why wasn't be just killing her and getting it over with? Why did he have to come to her home and make fun of her first; what kind of game was this?

"What's wrong my dear, not feeling like talking tonight? From what I saw through your window just a few minutes ago I'd thought you'd be thrilled to see me."

'Oh no, he did see me' Harley thought as she sobbed out loud.

"I don't know what you're…"

"DON'T LIE TO ME HARLEY! You know EXACTLY what I'm talking about, don't you?"

Harley shrank back as he yelled at her. Joker grabbed her shoulders and got right into her face.

"Don't you?" he said quietly.

"Yes." She whispered.

"Thought so."

Joker regained his composer.

"It's nothing to be ashamed of you know. Everybody does it, although most people finish. But not you. Why?"

She couldn't believe he wanted her to talk about this, it was private.

"Please, don't. I can't."

"Why 'can't' you?"

"It's private, personal." Tears were falling down her cheeks now.

"But doc, isn't it important to disclose personal information? Isn't that the key to the road of recovery? That's what you all say back to the funhouse, isn't it?"

"That's different. I'm not crazy!" She said that a little louder than she meant to. Surprisingly Joker did not get angry. In fact he was smiling.

"I'd never call you crazy my sweet. In fact, I think you are the complete opposite. That's why I need you to talk to me. I meant what I said about you being different Harley. I think that deep down inside of you is a lost little girl who needs to be freed. Someone you've been told your whole life needed to stay hidden. You weren't born to listen to what 'they' had to say."

Harley let out a breath. He was making sense again; how could she not listen, especially when he was in her house like this.

"Which is why, you're going to finish what you started before. You owe it to yourself to let go a little."

What the hell did that mean? There was no way he meant…

"No! I couldn't, it's not right. I can't just"

"Why are you so negative? What's not right about it? Harley, I've seen the way you look at me. I heard you tonight; you can't lie to me about this. Why deny yourself the pleasure? And look, I'm right here for you to look at, no need to use your imagination."
"There's no way I'm going to do this."

Quick as a flash Joker pushed her down onto the bed. He straddled her as he took a knife out of his pocket and held it up to her throat.

There was no holding back sobs or tears now, Harley was hysterical.

"Please don't rape me, just kill me and get it over with. I can't take this anymore."

Joker stayed still.

"I'm not a rapist. You of all people should know that from working on my case for so long. All I want is for you to learn to let go a little. Harley, look at me."

Her body was still shaking with fear, but she did as he asked.

What she saw was not what she was expecting. His eyes were strangely kind and soft despite still holding the knife inches from her face.

"Harley, I want to set you free. You said it yourself I'm the only one who understands you. I feel the same about you. You've been the only one to really listen to me, to try and see things my way. I can tell it hasn't been hard for you, because me and you are just the same. All you needed was someone to show you the right path. Don't let society hold you back anymore darling; you were born to be free."

He put his knife back in his pocket and got off of her.

She slowly made her way into a sitting position and stared at him. He really was the only person she ever felt she could relate to. He did seem to care for her too. He'd attacked all of his other therapists, hell he even killed one. He could have killed her so easily tonight, but he didn't. So he must share the same feelings as she did.

Being careful with her movements she inched closer to the Joker. She took one hand and put it on the side of his face. He stayed still as a statue and watched her closely. Moving her face to his her lips met his.

That was the opening Joker needed; grabbing her by the back of the head he pulled her closer and kissed her back aggressively.

There were so many thoughts and emotions running through Harley at the same time. She couldn't believe she was in her bed making out with Gotham's most wanted criminal, couldn't believe she was enjoying it, but most of all she couldn't believe how free she felt. While his mouth moved from her mouth to her neck she had never felt more at peace, nothing ever felt as right as this did at this moment.

She wasn't crazy and neither was he; the world was just too corrupt to see the truth. Mr. J was going to teach her everything she needed to know, everything she wanted to understand for so long.

Harley's hands moved down to Joker's belt trying to remove it.

Suddenly all Joker's movements stopped, making Harley pout.

"Why'd ya stop? Did I do something wrong?"
"Harley, I need to know you're really ready for this. I need you to finish what you started before; it will prove to me you really want this."

There was nothing she wouldn't do right now to make him happy. Giving him a playful smile Harley moved away from him and moved her hands onto her own body.

Joker watched her, laughing lightly, but Harley knew he wasn't laughing at her. He was just expressing himself the way he was most comfortable.

"I really wish you'd play with me Mistah J…" she said playfully.

"Beg me" he replied smugly.

"Please, I've wanted this moment for so long. Please! I need you, need this."

"Well, if you need it. Who am I to say no?"

Joker pounced on Harley, it was so animalistic but still so romantic. The rest of the night was met with their screams of passion.