Impulse

Question for a Question

"Before we begin Doc, a few rules.." Joker told her firmly, watching the excitement light up in her beautiful blue eyes. "1. Don't interrupt, 2. Don't document this conversation and 3. A question for a question. Do you understand?"

He smiled knowing that Harley couldn't refuse, she was just to darn curious. "Deal."

"Okay Doc, since it was my idea.. I'll ask the questions first." He straightened his posture and leant forward to catch her attention. "What's with the Bike Leathers?"

She chuckled Trust him to notice. "Fancied a change."

"C'mon Doc that's not an answer." He purred, flicking the end of his tongue against his grill.

"I say it is." She giggled, biting her lip. "Don't break the rules Mr J." Harley blushed at the sight of his charming smile, he was watching her intensely, trying to read every movement on her face. "So Mr J, your businesses, what are they?"

"Mmmm... Interesting question.." J purred. "I own two clubs and I dabble in black market goods... Well, sometimes." He shrugged and saw the look on her face it was a mixture of surprise and amusement. "So Doc... What's with the motorbike?"

A blush crept along her face. "Well, riding gives me a sense of freedom. you feel raw, exposed to the elements... You can't get a feeling like it, it's hard to describe." She told him. "Plus my Dad owned a garage and we used to strip down bikes and put them back together again."

He leaned back on the couch, finally he was getting somewhere... But in amongst all the new information he was learning, he couldn't help but imagine her in bike leathers...

"So... It wouldn't have anything to do with the fact that I knew you drove a Mini-Cooper?" He asked deviously.

"No Mr J, but if truth be told, you did make the decision easier for me to get rid of it." Harley told him sharply, but with a hint of humour behind her eyes.

"Let me guess.. A Harley Davison right?" Joker's face stretched into an even wider grin.

"Hold up!" Harley shrieked, allowing her Brooklyn twang to seep through. "It's my turn to ask a question, don't get greedy J."

J? J? Oh I like it. He mused to himself.

"So these clubs? Would I know em'?" Her accent became stronger with each word.

Joker laughed. "Oh I don't think so Doll face, have you heard of... The King of Diamonds? Or The Playhouse? They're both pretty good establishments, if I do say so myself."

"No I haven't, But I must admit they do sound... Fun." She said slowly.

"Well in that case Harley, I'll have to take you sometime." J replied, giving her a risky but delicious wink.

"I would like that." Harley said, feeling that oh, so familiar blush reappear across her cheeks.

"Would you?" Joker asked, shifting in his seat so that he could lean in closer to her.

Silence spread across the room, both of them trying to read each others minds. She soon found herself staring at his perfectly formed face. The tattoos that she once thought were cheap and tacky, she now loved. It made him, it added to his charm, especially the grill that grill was remarkable, how did he pull it off?

Harley stopped her thoughts when she realised just how unprofessional things were getting. "I would prefer it Mr Joker, if you called me by my official title not a nickname."

"Harley suits you better." He retorted. "Embrace it."

She rolled her eyes. "For the purpose of our sessions Mr Joker, I believe it would be better to stick to our Doctor - Patient boundaries. Or do we need to remind ourselves the last him you decided to get personal?"