Crazier Than Him (joker x reader)

Harleen Quinzell

(Y/N) POV

"Hi there!" She smiled wide and held out her hand. She pouted like a toddler when I didn't grab it.
"Doctor Harleen, this is your new patient. I suggest you try and get their name." One of the guards stated. Wow, she really was a dumb blonde.
"Okie Dokie mr. guard man!" She turned her attention back to me as the guards left. "So, you sleep with mistah J?" No response. "How is he?" No response "Let's sit down, there are chairs for a reason." She led me to a room with three chairs and a table. "Now, we still waiting for J, but let's get started. Just the two of us!"

     She was too cheery for my liking and it was hard to hear almost anything she said. I just didn't care about what this stupid cheerleader had to say. I sat there staring at the table lost in thought, when she started yelling at me. "Hay! I asked ya a question! Where in hell did ya get those cuts on your cheek! You look like a sad joker wannabe." She started laughing at her comment. I was about to ignore the question when someone touched her shoulders.

     "That, uh, that's a good question. Where did you get those scars?" Harleen quickly turned around and wrapped her arms around his neck, forcing him into a tight hug.
     "Puddin!" That nickname earned a growl from Joker. He didn't seem to like Harleen, but he put up with her shit. I wonder why. It's not like she would prove useful anytime soon.

     "So... do I get the story behind your, uh, your cheeks?" As soon as she let go of him he walked over and sat in the chair next to me. I shook my head, there wasn't really a story to tell. He stared at me and licked his scars. "You'll tell me one day..."

     Therapy is absolute shit. All Harleen ever does is  talk to Joker, and she glares at me. After a while she started staring at me like she would stare at joker, and it made me very uncomfortable. The session was finally over and we were allowed to go back to our cell. the next day we returned to the dreaded therapy, and harleen was not as cheery.

"whats wrong? did puddin get tired of you?" i joked. she glared at me as if i was the devil. as we sat down i started to zone out until i heard her mention a cat.
"Puddin, dincha say you had a kitten? i was up all night thinkin bout the poor thing." she frowned at him as if the cat was her own. "i hope its doin alright. i hear its been real cold outside lately, puddin."

as if he had forgotten about the kitten entirely he jolted up and started to panic. "OH SHIT! i hope hes okay!" he looked as if his child had died and tears pooled in his eyes. the gaurds rushed in and took us to our cell. he curled up in the corner crying nonstop until i came over and gave him a hug.

     "it's okay, im sure hell be fine. how long have you been in here?" i looked at him until he muttered something. "a few months? wow, thats a long time. lets get you home soon, then, shall we?" i tilted his head up to look at me and he smiled. i felt a flurry in my stomach, how could he do this to me?

     he stood up and have me a hug. "thank you" he hugged me tighter as tears threatened to fall again. "we leave tomorrow." he whispered in my ear.

     well that was sumthin. sorry, im not good at uploading. im pretty sure my writing is trash, but thanks for reading, anyways. love you! be safe!