Mister J's Phychologist

chapter three

him

I take a deep breath and prepare myself for the worst. I didn't really have any patients for the day as Miss Cron had an appointment. I grab my file and get up, I walk towards where the Joker is staying. I knock on the door before I walk inside, "Good morning Mister Joker, My name is Harleen Quinzel, I'm going to be your Psychologist. You can call me doctor Quinzel if you would like" I sit down at the silver table and put his file in front of me.

He doesn't say anything, he only stares at me. For the first time my eyes met him and I truly realized how attractive he is.

His hair is bright, brighter than the pictures. He's in a straight jacket, he studies me for a little bit. "Just call me mister J" he says. His voice is just as sexy as he is. He has the tattoo 'damaged' across his forehead, a mouth like a smile on his left hand, a 'J' tattooed under his left eye and a star on his temple on the right side of his face. I can see a little bit of his neck tattoo peeking out of the straight jacket but not enough for me to be able to see what it is.

His eyes are locked on mine, he leans forwards closer to the desk. I sit with him talking to him for hours. I listen and add comments whenever I can, I do feel a connection and it may not be a professional one but it certainly is there.

After the first visit I had with him I made sure I had extra time to spend with him everyday after that. Getting home at the end of the week I was excited to wake up and see him all over again. I made special requests for him to be out of the straight jacket while I talked to him sometimes. I wanted him to know that he is safe to open up to me, so he wouldn't feel like a complete prisoner.

Even though Arkham Asylum is not a prison some people treat it as such.

I put my purse on my counter, spending a little too much time looking over his file and the notes I had written down all while cooking me some dinner. I change out of my skirt and unbutton my shirt. I changed into a normal cotton shirt and my panties. I sit on the small and old couch eating my dinner. I reached for my TV remote and put on something other than the boring news.

I push my dirty dishes in the sink figuring I'll just do it later. I find myself laying in bed that night thinking about him. The sun is long gone and the moon is high in the sky. I wonder if he's asleep or what he is doing right now.

The next morning I woke up from some restless sleep, hopping in the shower like normal and getting dressed. I dress in a black shirt and a black skirt. The thunder snaps and the rain taps on my windows. I pull my hair into a ponytail and put my glasses on. I grab a banana for breakfast and I'm out the door. I stand outside the front door looking at how hard the rain is pouring. I reach for the umbrella I have in my purse but I can't find it. I let out a groan and unlocked the door again. I snag the umbrella off the counter and rush back outside. I lock the door behind me and walk quicker to my car.

I put my key in the ignition and turn it, the car doesn't turn on so i try again, "come on. Come on!" I squeal with delight when my car does in fact start.

I reverse from my parking spot and drive twenty minutes to work. I turn some music on and hum softly to the song.

I roll up to the gate and roll my window down, "good morning" I say to the security guard.

He slid open his window, "morning, ID and badge"

I grab my wallet out of my purse and slip my ID out of the pocket, and I unclip my badge off my jacket and I hand him it. He looks it over and looks at my badge too. He scans both things and then hands them back to me, "alright Harleen. Have a good day"

"You too" I smile as I take my things and put them back. He buzzes open the gate and it lets me in. I park my car and grab my purse. Just when I'm about to forget my umbrella I spot it on the floor. I sigh and climb over grabbing it and popping it open. I lock my car and rush to the door. I swipe my badge and the lock dings with a green light and unlocks. "Morning" I say to some of the guards on duty as I'm walking by. I go into my office and unpack my stuff. I grab my clipboard to make my rounds before I can go to see the one I'm ready for.

As I'm walking down the hall I pass his room, my heart beat speeds up at only the sight of his name. I push some of the loose hair behind my ear and try to school my expression. I can't help the feeling I get when I see him or anything to do with him really.

Finally as the time comes i walk into his room, "mister J, good morning" i smile shut the door behind me. He's laying in his bed today as the rain comes down harder on the window next to his bed. He's laying on his back looking up at the ceiling. I pull a chair close to his bed and sit down.

When he starts to speak and tell me things I can't help my heart speeding up, his voice is raspy but beautiful. I could listen to him talk for hours. So that's what I did.

Call me crazy but I think I'm in love. And i think he's in love with me too