Breaking Point

Chapter 2

"Hello Mister Joker. Welcome to where you will meet your breaking point," said the blonde woman that entered the room and stood before the Joker. Joker met the blonde psychiatrists blue eyes as she took a seat across from him. Joker scanned the beautiful blonde sitting in front of him, casting his eyes from her black square glasses, to her red button up shirt.

"Well, they never told me that my new doctor was such a babe," Joker confessed, cracking his signature smile. The blondes mouth slightly twitched at the comment, but otherwise she didn't budge. Joker growled quietly and leaned forward in his chair, so he could get closer to this new doctor. Joker caught a whiff of something sweet and he realized that it was the doctors perfume.

'Cherries....how.....cute...wait...not cute, damn it Joker, get a hold of yourself!' the Joker thought as he inwardly cursed himself. Joker found that he didn't want to back away from the intoxicating scent, so he kept himself leaned forward toward the doctor. "So Doctor, to what name do you go by?" The blonde swept her gaze from the notes on the table to him.

"You may call me Dr. Quinzel,  Mister Joker. You may not ask me what my first name is and you will never address me as anything but Dr. Quinzel," Dr. Quinzel replied promptly, turning her eyes back down to her notes. Joker smiled knowing that he would eventually get this woman to reveal her name to him.

"So Mister Joker, I would like to start out by asking you some routine questions before we get into deeper water.." Dr. Quinzel said.
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Harleen closed the folder of notes she'd brought with her and gazed at the psychotic man in front of her. She'd noticed that he'd leaned forward in his chair, and assumed he was just trying to be intimidating. "Okay, so,  Mister Joker, let me begin by asking you, what is your name?" She watched calmly as the Joker seemed to find her question funny and he started chuckling.

He replied, " They must not pay you enough, Dr. Quinzel, because you should already know my name. Should I spell it for you? Ready? J. O. K. E. R."

Harleen bit back a reply as she knew that's what the Joker wanted from her. She smirked slightly at him and she began to ask her next question but Joker interrupted, "Alright, so now you now my name, so it's my turn, doll face. What is your first name, Dr. Quinzel? And don't try to evade me, because it won't help you break into this mind of mine."

Harleen watched as Joker reached up with his left hand and tapped his forehead causing the handcuffs to clink against the metal table. She noticed that Joker had a "Damaged" tattoo on his forehead. Harleen laughed inwardly as she thought about how the Joker was indeed damaged, for a lack of a better word. Harleen then paused for a moment in her thoughts and realized she shouldn't be this light to this psychotic ass.

Harleen glared at the Joker, regaining her professionalism, before answering his question, "My name is Dr. Quinzel. Now, may we move on?"

"Yes, of course, Dr. Quinzel. After all, you are the doctor," Joker stated, smiling at Harleen as he said this, his grill flashing in the light. Harleen didn't dare return his smile, for fear of never being able to get into his head. She took a breath and moved on with her questions,

"Mister Joker, what is your favorite color?"
"Green and/or purple."
"Favorite animal?"
"Wolf."

'Good, we are actually getting somewhere,' Harleen thought as she jotted this down in her notes. She was planning on next asking the Joker about his family and see if she could extract anything from that, that would lead to anything useful to her in this endeavor.
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Joker noticed that Dr. Quinzel was lost deep in thought. He wondered what it would be like to tear into her prefect skin once he was free. He remembered that while the guards had been carrying him to this damned room, he had managed to snatch a bobby pin. 'Oh how fun this is going to be,' the Joker thought as he quietly undid the handcuff on his left hand, then his right.  He lowered his hands down to his ankles and slowly undid the leg cuffs that were restraining him.

Joker stole a quick glance at Dr. Quinzel and sighed in relief as she was still lost in thought. 'Probably thinking of her next batch of questions,' Joker thought as he slowly stood up, careful not to disturb the cuffs that were laying on the floor. Joker stalked towards Dr. Quinzel with a predatory grace.

When he reached her, he tapped the table once, causing the doctor to startle from her thoughts. Joker watched her priceless expression as she realized that he was standing before her, free. Her blue eyes went wide as Joker grabbed her by the neck and pulled her out of her chair. Joker smiled as Dr. Quinzel let out a moan of pain, as Joker's grip was tightening. He decided to have more fun with this, so he slammed Dr. Quinzel up against the wall. Joker heard her head hit the wall and the gasp of pain from the doctor but he'd lost his sense to care.

Joker looked into Dr. Quinzel's eyes as she struggled to mutter, "But...how....? I was only looking at my notes for two minutes..."
Joker loosened his grip and leaned in close, consuming the sweet scent of cherries.

"Well, babe, you don't want to mess with the King of Crime. I'll teach you what happens when people like you try to fix what's not fixable!" Joker tightened his grip once again, causing Dr. Quinzel to gasp as her breathing became very hard. With a hand locked around her throat, Joker reached his other hand into her coat pocket and grabbed the name tag that she apparently didn't want to wear. He took it out of her pocket and took a look at the name. The tag read "Dr. Harleen Quinzel".

Joker cackled as the realization of her name hit him. He leaned forward again, loosening his grip slightly, only so the good doctor wouldn't black out. He put his mouth right up against her ear and growled, "Well hello, Harley Quinn."
(To Be Continued...)