I hope last chapter was enjoyed. This chapter will be from neither's perpective, a first for me. I want to try from the author's point of view. Is that 3rd party? I'm unsure. Let me know if you would like this new change to be used here and there in the story, or if you preferred the her side/his side style of writing i usually do.

Here we go for the second session! *song i'm listening to for chapter is Seven Devils by Florence + The Machine*

Breathing could be heard. Rain danced outside, hitting the windows in a delicate tip-tap routine. She wasn't sure what to do next. He thought on his next move.

This wasn't what either had expected. They sat across from one another, dripping wet in their chairs, not speaking. Each just stared at the other, going over in their heads what had happened minutes before; processing the events that would change everything.

~Earlier~

As the doors of the penitentiary opened a gust of wind blew in followed by a light spray of rain as it began to sprinkle across the island. Harleen squinted her eyes and put a hand up to shield her face from the rain that would likely ruin the freshly applied makeup.

And I just had to put on two coats of mascara, she thought. The dark clouds above promised a downpour at any moment so she turned back to look at Boles and the others, trying to lighten to the mood.

"Hope you all don't mind getting wet!" she lightly joked. The other guards just rolled their eyes or grumbled responses she couldn't hear. Boles just shrugged, not really caring. Joker, however, just stared at her intently, his head down but his eyes on her at all times. Dark intent was clear in his eyes that watched her from under his emerald brows. He raised one at her suggestively causing her to snap her head forward.

The wind whipped hard across the island, the waves began crashing on the rocky cliffs more violently. What once started as light rain drops turned into sharp stinging rain. The plant life around them from trees and bushes to the blades of grass they walked on became soaked and moved with every blast of wind delivered. The grass soon looked like a green sea of waves, billowing around their feet. The guards eventually lowered their weapons a bit to try to shield the rain that shot through the small bars of the face gaurds that hung down from their helmets. They trekked through the mud slowly, everyone's thoughts on the clown who may find something funny at any moment.

Their pace was slow down the dirt path that connected the west side of the island, where the penitentiary and medical building were located, to the east side where the botanical gardens and the mansion were. The small cave-like tunnel that connected each side had two large mechanical metal doors similar to the penitentiary's. Above each side of the doors was a small camera and scanner to detect if the heat signature was of a small animal or the height of a person. As they came up to the first of the two entry access points, the usual loud whirring sound of the outdoor scanner was drowned out by the heavy rainfall and wind. Harleen's hair was plastered to the sides of her face and neck. She didn't need a towel, she needed a leaf blower.

The large door rose up and they continued inside. The large rock walls had vines growing up them. A canopy of shrubs grew on top of the small cave structure, providinga brief pause from the onslaught of weather. The guards quickly gave themselves a shake, then retrained their weapons on Joker, who still had yet to take his eyes off of Harleen. She must have felt his gaze because she looked at him through rainsdrops that clung to her lashes causing her slight to blur. It was almost like tunnel vision, everything in the world around her was a hazy miz of greens, browns, and blacks. Only he was visible. She began to think the universe was giving her signs.

Trying to clear her blurry vision, she used the back of her hand to try to wipe away any rain arounder her face. They were all soaked head to toe, using a wet hand wasn't going to help; proof as she looked back down at her hand and saw a blackish streak run across her knuckles.

Aw, no! The makeup she had freshly applied definately turned out to be a bad decision. Great, now I'll have racoon eyes! This is the worst. She tried to remain positive about her dumb mistake but knew there was no hope in ignoring the disaster she just caused with her eyes.

Walking through the short distance of the cave-like structure wasn't as bad. The plants that grew high above were a buffer for the downpour they would have had. The leaves and vines didn't stop everything but it was enough to see and take a breather.

Joker just watched his harlequin from under his brows with an intensity that most cowered under. She didn't. What a little ball of surprises she was turning out to be! She had looked back at him, squinting through rain and all that makeup she put on. She had smudged black under her eyes by trying to wipe some of the water away.

Well look at that! The black made her blue eyes pop out. The stark contrast was quite aesthetical. It even made her seem a bit.. off. He needed to see more. Make sure it wasn't a fluke. One thing he hated, along with a bad joke, was bad art.

The guards were approaching the other side of the access point ahead. The mechanical doors lifted again to the west side of the island. A heavy curtain of rain awaited them on the other side of the door, but as they walked out, a mechanical grinding, whining noise made them all look back. The mechanical metal door was jamming.

Boles looked at Joker, who nodded his head toward the door.

"Alright guys," Boles tried yelling over the rain, "Me an' the Doc will watch him, you guys try fixing that door so we can get back!" He cocked his weapon again, showing he meant business. Or at least pretended to.

The other guards nodded, gave a thumbs up or yelled back 'Ok' as they turned and headed back toward the access point, going inside and working with the circuit box.

Brilliant idea in the rain, guys.. Boles thought. He turned back around to see what he should do next but when he looked back to where Joker and Harleen had been standing, they weren't there.

He readied his weapon with purpose this time.

Harleen had heard Boles give orders to fix the doors. A soft squish feeling made her look down at her shoes to see she had mud nearly reaching her ankles. Probably in her shoes. Movement to her right drew her attention. Joker, in all his grinning glory, was standing a breath away from her. She just stared back dumbly, her mind went blank as she stared into the most terrifying and thrilling eyes she ever saw, his green eyes demanded her full attention and she gave it. His breath was slow and deep. Predatorial. She could see his eyes give the slightest flicker this way or that. He was looking at and around her eyes.

Before she could blink away the rainfall or cough or speak, he had his hands around her waist and spun her away from the group. In a few short moments her head thumped on a rock. No, not a rock. Her whole body was pressed up against a wall. His hands moved up from her waist to her shoulders keeping her there, his bruising grip not giving her an inch off the wall. The unreadable expression, apart from the psychotic happy face he always had, worried her. He lowered his eyes to the rest of her body for a moment, looking here and there. It wasn't how the skeevy Dr. Calman looked at women. It was... speculative. Analytical.

Chancing a fast glance to the left told her that he had brought them just around the corner, where the cave wall of the access point met the cliffs. It also showed that they were alone. If she screamed, someone would hear. But she knew that he knew that already. If he chose to, he could snap her neck and toss her into the rolling waves, the current would drag her down quickly. His eyes snapped back to hers as if hearing her thoughts.

He couldn't wait any longer. It wasn't how she was standing, or the horrible mess that was her hair that gave him pause, it was her eyes. The same eyes that he had seen the same need, the same affliction they all had. He released the tight hold he had on her shoulders only to put one hand on her throat. Normally, he would have enjoyed the alarmed look she had now but he was busy. Using his thumbs, he began smudging her eyes. She closed them tight, probably fearing he would gouge them out. Pfft! Too predictable, he thought. The tightly shut lids helped smudge the mascara and he he finished the rest. He stopped and waited for her to open her eyes. She kept them shut.

"Look at me," he ordered in a low sneer.

A small whimper in her throat set his teeth on edge. He wasn't going to hurt her! At least not at this moment.

"I said look at me, Harley!" He rose his voice enough to intimidate her, but not enough for the other to hear.

Her eyes shot open at the name. Harley. No one had ever said her name like that before. The way he said it, she wanted him to say it more.

Joker blinked. His eyes weren't decieving him. He had been right, there was no fluke! Her bright blue eyes were incircled with black and it was marvelous! It made her eyes stand out in contrast to the rest of her face, much like his smile did. His satisfaction lessened as his harlequin began to lean forward to take herself off the wall. Upset that she was ruining the moment, his hands wrapped around her neck and shoved her back against the rock. She thought she could do whatever she wanted? Oh ho ho, not on his watch! He'd teach her her place.

A wince from her told him she hit her head again. Too bad. He leaned in as close as he could, drinking up the emotions she gave him. The more uncertain she looked the tighter he closed around her throat.

She looked around as it became harder to breath. What had he done to her eyes? Why was he attacking now? He just gazed at her. Smile wide, eyes gleaming, his lips were inches from hers. He was going to kill her. Fear hit her causing her eyes to widen. Her hands grabbed onto his arms pulling them down in an attempt to loosen the grip. He didn't budge. Why? Wasn't she good to him? Had she upset or displeased him? She wanted to tell him that she was sorry, she didn't mean to screw up. If only he knew how she felt about him, she had to tell him, but she couldn't speak. A thought came into her head; she was going to show him that she cared. Her mind was made up. Either way, he was going to kill her.

Her eyes suddenly focused on his. She wasn't panicked anymore. Something in her clicked. Or broke. Whatever it was, she knew it was true. He would kill her. Only him. If not today, then tomorrow, or in a few months. Or 20 years. But he would be the one to do it. She would give him that right.

At the last thought she pushed herself closer to him and closed her eyes as her mouth made contact with his.

Well how was it? Starting chapter 21 now :)