Sucker For Pain ✔

Chapter 1

(HARLEEN's POV)

"Dr.Quinzel, this way please." The guards lead me to the examination room. "We will be outside the doors if you need us." The guards say as I walk into the room.

Walking slowly, I see a hint of the person's hair. Green hair. He is smiling at the wall, laughing. As I sit down in front of him, he stops smiling. "Well, well. What do we have here? Go ahead, ask me questions.. I'll gladly answer." He smirks.

"How are you?" I ask. "Wrapped up in this thing." He looks down at the straight jacket. "That's not what I meant. I meant, how are you? Emotionally." I ask him. "What is this therapy? Well... I'm doing pretty.. Pretty good I suppose." He says smiling.
"That's good-" he interrupts me.

"How are you?" He asks, "I'm fine." I give a short smile as I look into his eyes. "That's good." He says and smiles. "You're quite a charm, Dr....?"

"Harleen Quinzel." I say smoothly.

"Well, Dr.Quinzel.. Harleen." He scoffs when saying my first name, "is there a problem?" I ask. "A huge one. Harleen sounds to formal. Do you have any nicknames? Oh! I know! Harley. Yes! Your name is Harley now." He laughs in excitement, causing me to smile.

He is much nicer than I expected... Well.. I don't know that for sure yet.

"Who are you?" I ask, acting as if I didn't know whom he was. Though I've been quite fascinated about him for a while.

"The. Joker."

"What a unique name." I say and he begins to laugh.
"What's wrong?" I ask, "it sure is a unique name honey!" He laughs even more, which causes me to laugh with him.

- - -

A few weeks had passed and I've gotten to know Mister J a lot more than expected. I think I'm falling for him.. I don't know, I'm not sure. Every time I'm with him, it feels like we have a connection. He's told me about his father, and how he's been abused.

"You know the way Dr.Quinzel, we'll be outside the doors." The guards say as I walk into the conference room with Mr. J

"Hey there Harley Quinn." He smiles.
"Hey Puddin." I blush and sat down gracefully.

I'm not sure but today is feeling off.

"May I ask you a favor?" He tilts his head and smiles.
"Sure, anything." I agree.
"Oh. Anything?" His grin becomes larger.
"Well, yes."
"Okay. Break me out of here." He says.

What?

"Break you out? How could I do that?"
Break him out? I'm not sure...
"Yes. Well it's easy. Get me a gun." He smiles.
"Where, and how the hell could I even bring it in here! I'll for sure get caught!" I say, trying to not lose my temper.

"Shhh... You'll find a way. I believe in you." He gets on the tip of his seat. As do I, but I stand a bit. "I-" he cuts me off.
"Shhhh... Let's enjoy this moment." He plants a kiss on my lips, as I tug on his lower lip with my teeth.

"Ms.Quinn, you sure are a hell of a kisser." He smiles. "Now. Hurry along. Get me my weapon and get me the hell out of here." He says as I grab my materials.

"I'll see you tomorrow, Puddin." I say, placing my hand on his cheek. Then exiting the building.

How the hell am I going to get you out without getting caught?