Abstruse Heart

Oneshot

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Dr. Harleen Quinzel's high heeled shoes echoed loudly down the empty corridor at Arkham Asylum as she walked timidly to a session with a familiar pale faced man. Harleen inwardly groaned when the prosaic room that she treated the man in came into focus, but not because of being fearful and resenting having been an intern and having no say in being placed with Gotham's most notorious and dangerous criminal. No. She was groaning and mentally cursing herself because she noted the butterflies that fluttered carelessly within her stomach mixed with a knot of desire that ached below the belt demanding release. She bit her lip helplessly when she noticed her feet had unwittingly picked up their pace substantially to reach this madman as quickly as possible. This couldn't be good. This couldn't end well, that she knew, but her body and mind were at odds.

Once Dr. Harleen Quinzel reached the outside of the door and cleared away the intrusive thoughts, she could hear....him....as plain as day. Her breath hitched in her throat at the husky voice hurling out threats to the staff and then cackling insanely. It was ear piercing, it was maniacal, and yet, it caused the knot in her loins to tug further, resulting in her shifting on foot and inconspicuously rubbing her thighs together to soothe the aching desire.

"Dr. Quinzel, Joker is having a 'disturbance' at the moment. I do think it would be best to postpone this session", Harleen heard a voice from behind her say, snapping her back to reality and away from her intrusive thoughts. It was Dr. Roland Pate, her superior, who might as well have been God, given the fact that he had all power and authority to 'giveth or taketh' away her time spent with Joker. So she knew she just had to change his mind.

She began to feel faint and desperate, she just couldn't miss this session. She felt like she was just starting to break through, that his rough exterior was beginning to deteriorate and weaken. Their sessions were already so infrequent she feared it would give her little insight as to who this man truly was and therefore, as all the other doctors at Arkham Asylum, she would fail. Fail him. Dr. Quinzel's mind rationalized and thought of numerous reasons and explanations as to why these visits needn't come to an end, but she never admitted the most powerful reason of all- her feelings for him that were developing. Or maybe, perhaps she didn't even realize they were there and didn't see that her visits with this psychopath were quickly becoming the center of her universe.

She shook her head and spoke much too quickly, "No, no, I couldn't. You know this patient requires....", Harleen stopped for a moment to fumble with Joker's file, "....frequent therapy sessions or he will not respond to treatment", she said as she followed along with and pointed to the bold writing in Joker's file.

Dr. Pate mulled it over for a moment. He didn't want to jeopardize Harleen's safety, and he knew Joker could be intimidating and daunting, so he didn't exactly feel it was favorable for Harleen's mental health to continue seeing him. Especially during one of Joker's tantrums that startle even the most seasoned psychiatrists, let alone an intern. On the other hand, he knew she was right, he had been making progress since Dr. Quinzel has taken him as a patient these past few months. Perhaps there was something human in Joker that could be reached, and if he just needed a young, pretty face to spill his guts to, then so be it. Gotham would thank them for it.

"Are you sure, Dr. Quinzel?", he asked skeptically, to which she simply nodded.