Harley's POV: I was lost in his eyes. They were a beautiful, vibrant blue. Not like any ocean; they were pools of crystals. His eyes told stories. Magnificent, thrilling, stories. I could see pain in his eyes. I've always intended to find out what from, but he's never really opened up to me. I need him to trust me. I would never hurt him, I want to help him. Is that not obvious yet?
Joker's POV: She's studying me again. I have to distract her, or she'll get too deep. "Why did you start working here, Doctor Quinn?" I made sure to say her name slowly, almost like a purr. "I've always had a love for helping people, Mister J. Just knowing that I could possibly bring joy into someone's life makes me beyond glad, especially if they're.. hurting." The way she said "hurting" raced through my mind. "That's quite beautiful." I said as I locked eyes with her. I smiled.
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*Next day*
Harley's thoughts: Why would he care for me?
That's insane.
He probably just wants company..
No, no. Of course not.
Who has the time to think about love in an Insane Asylum?
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Joker's thoughts: I need her.. she's what's keeping me sane.
As sane as sane can get with still being psychotic, that is.
I know she wants me, she has to.
What if she doesn't?
How could she possibly love someone as detached as me?
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Joker's POV: Harleen quickly came into my cell and shut the door behind her. She exhaled. "Having trouble?" I questioned, already knowing something was wrong. "I really don't like Doctor Owens, he's always harassing me." That was irritating. I don't want anyone harassing her. "Oh, you poor thing. Come sit, I've been waiting to talk with you." She smiled and tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. I have to be nice to her; I have to show her that I care. I want out. "How was your day, lovely?" I asked. "So far it's been exhausting. I could really use an espresso right now." I could get her that. "Awe, I'm sorry to hear that. I'm sure you'll get you're espresso sometime soon." She laughed. "How has your day been, Mister J?" I didn't have to search for my answer. "Just outstanding, now that you're here." She laughed again. My charm is working, hopefully. "What's gotten into you? I don't understand." She asked. Do I usually come off as rude to her? I need to fix that. I've always had that problem.
*Next Day*
Joker's POV: "Harleen Quinzel! You look beautiful as ever!" My smile immediately vanished. She had tears rolling down her cheeks. My joy turned into anger. "Thanks, Mister J." Her voice cracked as she replied. "What happened?" My voice was strong and stern. I was going to find out why she was so upset. She took a deep breath before replying. "Owens." She sounded disgusted. I couldn't stop myself from thinking of ways to make that stupid Doctor pay. "It's okay, I'm fine. How are you today?" She was still crying. It was weird, usually I would be annoyed with her being so pathetic about the situation, but I wasn't. All I wanted was to hold her in my arms and tell her that everything would be alright. "No." I replied. "No?" She questioned my response. "You're not fine. Tell me what he did to you to make you feel this way." I made sure my voice didn't sound like I wanted any jokes. She sighed. "I don't know, Mister J. I'm supposed to be the one helping you, aren't I?" She was right. She's always right. But I needed to know why she was so torn. "Oh, but you have. And I couldn't thank you enough. But now you're the one who needs help, and I intend on giving you just that." She crossed her arms across her chest. "Doctor Owens is always pressuring me, as I'm sure you know by now. He wanted me to come into his office and 'Speak with him.' I said no, and apparently that didn't please him. He started tugging on my lab coat and called me gorgeous multiple times. He grabbed my waist and tried to pull me close, so I slapped him, and quickly tried to get away. He yanked my arm back to him so that his chest was pressing against my back. He was caressing my arms. I could feel him breathing on my neck. I elbowed him in the gut, turned around and shoved him backward. Then I ran here." My fists clenched so hard, my nails sunk into the palms of my hands. I wanted him dead; he had to go. My straight jacket had never made me feel so claustrophobic. I felt trapped; it was getting hard to breath. I wanted to shove my fists down his throat. "Harleen." I said her name almost like an order. "What?" She replied, confused. "Could you do something for me?" I made sure the tone of my voice sounded kinder. "Of cour- yes, yes. Sure." She didn't think twice about helping me. I loved that. "Please, please take this straight jacket off of me. Now." My voice went back to being stern. She didn't look at me like I was crazy. I've always felt accepted around her. "But.. Mister J.. I could get fired if I do that. I wouldn't be able to see you anymore." My heart swelled. "We can't have that, now can we? If you take this off of me, I swear, no one will ever know." She looked like she liked the sound of that. She nodded to signify that she would do so.
Harley's POV: I walked around the table to remove his straight jacket. He was still sitting in the chair, looking at me. I peered over him to take it off. It took forever, but he was patient. I finally got it off. He stood up, placed his hands on either sides of my face, pulled me close, and kissed me. My eyes became dry. I felt no pain. Owens was nonexistent. Soon enough, we pulled away. We were both smiling. Let's go, Harleen.
