Impulse

Playing Games

The session with his new and delicious doctor had ended, and too quickly for the ended Joker's liking. Despite a small struggle, he was eventually was taken back to his cell by Jerry.

"How'd it go then Boss?" He asked, raising a brow.

The Joker laughed. "Oh, y'know what Jerry, I think these sessions might help me after all. I suddenly feel... All rejuvenated."

Jerry nodded in agreement and gave out a sharp wolf whistle. "Hell yeah! She's a hot piece of ass, I would mind f-"

The Joker abruptly stopped and turned to Jerry, his eyes dark and his temper trembling through his cuffed hands.

"Hold your tongue Jerry, You're such a useful employee. I wouldn't want you to have an unfortunate accident because of that mouth of yours now, would I?""

"Oh... Err... Sorry Boss, I didn't mean anything, I just meant that-." But before the blubbering idiot could reply, He was cut off yet again.

"No matter... You can do me a little favour to make it up to me, eh? How does that sound?" The Joker asked, with a slight sting to the tone of his voice.

"Anything boss!" Jerry said, taking a breathe of relief.

"Good." J smiled. "I want you to do some research for me... On our dear, little Doctor. I want to know everything. Her Hobbies, interests, lifestyle, employment history, college records, who she visits and when she visits them. I want every nitty-gritty detail on that bitch, understand?"

Without hesitation, Jerry replied. "Yes Boss, Right away Boss."

"Good Boy." The Joker flashed him a full grilled smile, before being bundled back into his cell.

After hours of admin, Harleen had finally finished work. She gathered up all of her papers and drove home to her apartment, managing to miss all the traffic on the way home, which was fortunate, since she only lived a full 10 minute drive from the Asylum.

Despite the long and torturous hours, the job had its perks. It was close by and she had spent so many years working to the bone to get a respectable, good earning job like this, and boy, did her hard work pay off. She graduated top in her class at just the ripe age of 24.

She was admittedly was proud of her achievements, she earnt enough money to live comfortably, she had a nice furnished apartment and a stable, progressing career. But something was missing, a nagging part of her brain just could help but feel bored with her life. There was no adventure, she felt like she was stuck in a cycle of work, work and more work. She was physically and mentally exhausted by her life, which was a surprise since all she did was go to work, and go to bed.

Harley threw her bag on the couch and swiftly followed b launching her body into the soft leather. She laid there for a moment, still wearing her white lab coat and ID badge. Her mind started to wander over her new patient. He was so confident, a confidence that she had never seen before... She pegged it down to his insanity, but she still couldn't deny that there was something about him that intrigued her, and it wasn't just his looks, although that was a huge factor.

She remembered the way his dust blue eyes moved under the flickering, overhead light. The shadows that cast themselves across his sharp structured face, and his eyebrows.. Or the lack of... It only made him more interesting. More addictive.

Trying to shake from her thoughts, Harley dragged herself off the couch and grabbed her laptop. She need to find out more about this green haired clown prince, not what the media portrayed him as and not what she had seen today. Harley needed the facts f she was going to progress with him. She was determined that he would be her success story. This would show all the Doctors that thought that she was too young and naïve to even think about consoling a child, let alone the infamous Joker.