All In The Cards

The Escape

(Art is not mine. well, none of the art on any of these is mine [obviously], but i told the artist I'd give her credit, Ill post her name when i can access that site)

JESUS this part is long! Anyway, here you go, and for my SpideyPool followers, for the love of fuck, YES i am working on it! Regarding my merman story: it is GONE. I MAY rewrite it! Stop pestering me about it!

Now for the actual chapter: I'm starting the next one right now, and BOY are some exciting things to come! Please leave a comment below, i fucking love reading your comments, you guys are a riot. More is to come, I am LOVING this story, and apparently you guys are, too! 

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Harleen sat, Mr. J's file in front of her, waiting patiently. The door opened, and Mr. J walked through.

His stern, pissed off expression turned to one of relief, followed by happiness, before turning to mischief.

She returned his smile. "Good morning."

"Morning." He replied in a pleasant tone.

Good, so far. "I apologize for yesterday. It was something out of my control. As Dr. Vinson told you, the facility thinks I'm unable to be an adequate care provider-"

"Why are you being so formal?" Mr. J asked, tilting his head.

She watched Mikey make sure his cuffs were secure. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"You aren't usually so-"

Mikey shut the door. "Well, now that he's gone," Harleen said, dropping the formal voice and placing her elbows on the table. "The head boss is a sexist Fuckface that annoys the shit out of everyone here. I'm the only female doctor and he hired me for publicity. Now, I think that doctor Vinson-"

"Doctor Fuckface." Mr. J corrected.

"Yes, of course." Harleen agreed. "I think Dr. Fuckface, who is – was – the most esteemed doctor here, got jealous because I was put on your case instead of him. Now he's even more pissed because I'm the only person in the facility you'll cooperate with."

"What do you mean 'was'?" Mr. J asked.

"After the little stunt he pulled, partaking in a power-play and verbally attacking a patient, the boss was forced to let him go."

"Good, now I don't have to kill him."

"Mr. J... I want to address something."

"Yes?" He asked with a raise of his brow.

"I want to address the crush you have on me."

"I think that is a bit of an understatement." Mr. J replied.

"What do you mean?" Harleen asked.

"I feel...protective of you. I didn't realize to what extent until yesterday. I feel protective and a little possessive and...jealous." He said slowly. "These are emotions I've never felt about a human being before. They're new to me, but I feel them very strongly. My subconscious thinks that you belong to me, and I don't fully understand why."

Harleen blinked, staring at him. "You feel strongly for me?"

"Yes." Mr. J answered. "I want you to feel something more than doctor-patient for me. I always swore that if I ever got locked up and couldn't escape, that I'd just end my suffering for good. But...you ease that a bit. You're a reason to live. You make me laugh, you understand me, and instead of wanting to kill you, I want to protect you."