Brink of Madness

Harleen's New Obsession

"Harley, do you want me to make you some coffee?" Sloanne called from the kitchen.

"Yup. Dark roast please," she called back as she watched the news intensely. It had officially been a month since she'd last seen Andrew, and she wasn't complaining about it.

"You haven't watched the news in awhile, why are you so interested in it this morning?"Sloanne asked as she handed her a cup of coffee.

"Thanks," she said grasping the cup, "The reason I'm interested is because they're going to show a clip of the psychopath who's been robbing the banks. Apparently he dresses like a clown. Isn't that crazy?" she laughed.

"You're obsessed with psychos," Sloanne chuckled.

"Hey, it's part of what I do for a living," she joked.

"The following clip is disturbing," the newscaster interrupted them.

"It's on," Harleen squealed.

"Tell them your name," the Joker said pointing a camera towards a tied up man.

"What the hell is wrong with that guy. That poor man that's tied up probably got himself killed," Sloanne said.

"The psychopath's voice is kinda creepy too," Harleen shuttered. Then the Joker turned the camera towards himself.

"Oh my God," Sloanne gasped. Harleen had no words. The man's clown makeup was smeared all over his face. It made him look scary and untouchable. The most noticeable feature though was the scars. They took up almost half of his face.

"I wonder how he got those," Harleen whispered.

"You better pray that you never get him as a patient," Sloanne said.

"I don't know. He might be fun to work with," she replied.

"Harleen look at him. He's untreatable," Sloanne said sternly.

"We'll see about that," she said taking a sip from her coffee.

"That's enough of that face," Sloanne said turning off the tv. Harleen whipped her head around and gave her friend a joking glare.

"Why don't we do something fun tonight? It would get your mind off of psychotic clowns," Sloanne laughed.

"Sure, what should we do?"

"Could we go to the 98 club? Its across from Bruce Wayne's fabulous flat so maybe we would get to catch a glimpse of his party," she excitedly said.

"Wow you really are obsessed with him," Harleen laughed.

"Who isn't obsessed with Gotham's Billionaire playboy," Sloanne smirked.

"Fine, we'll go," Harleen smiled.

"Cool. I'll invite my baby and you can invite Winston."

"Why would I do that?" Harleen asked.

"Because he likes you. And he's cute," Sloanne replied. Harleen blushed.

"I'll invite him but only because you forced me too," she pouted.

"Good girl," Sloanne laughed and for a moment, they forgot about all the craziness that Gotham had surrounding them.