Today was my day off. Another pro to taking joker as a patient was my pay got double and i had 3 days off instead of 1. I intended to do a little decorating, stop by at bruces for lunch with his butler alfred but i ended up never getting out the bed. I realized i only grazed jokers file...s. Most patients had one as to where he had 7. Filled with things he did, said, diagnosis, all of the files ended with the psychiatrist' going crazy..sometimes even dead. The worst part was it took about 3 of them each to write where the last left off. So each folder had 3-4 different handwritings...all of them shitty and hard to read most likely because they were nervous.

But the last one...that was something special. Not just because there wasnt a drop of blood like the others but it was writen in girly purple handwriting which progressed over time. At first her handwriting was normal but her y's were straight and i's dotted with teeny circles, the reports were long and full. Towards the end the y's are curved while the i's and j's are dotted with hearts. Basic psych 101- she was falling for him. Her reports that she wrote at the end of each lesson started becoming shorter and had holes in the story. She was protecting him. The file comes to an abrupt end, with random doodles on a piece of paper and i sigh putting down the folder begining to brainstorm. Joker is manipulative and if he could manipulate a girl into falling in love or whatever they call it with him, seduce her into breaking him out and probably helping make sure he escapes whos to say he wont do it again. Whos to say he wont do it to me...whos to say he isnt trying right now. I need to find out exactly what happened to this harleen chick.

Throwing the covers off my legs i grab my soap and towel to take a shower which i spend making up scenarios of what happened to her when i rub the wash cloth over the scar and hiss. I hated it, it made me feel...bad.I close my eyes taking a deep breath to not cry before slowly moving away from it. After drying off i slip on a button up black silk short sleeve shirt a mid thigh black skirt and nude heels. Straightening a few pieces of hair that curled i touch up my make up before grabbing my purse and leaving.

"I thought you were off today?" Nina says walking up to me and i roll my eyes this is the first time she spoke to me since we left the club...a month ago. Before i could answer she spits out another question. "So whats up with you and the joker...is he as bad as everyone says?" She gasp and i nearly growl at her before i storm off annoyed with her and all her fucking questions. She had some nerve! I strongly disliked her she didnt really care about me just the juicy gossip she could sink her teeth into and share with everybody.

"Hey ash what are you doing here?" Officer james ask and i smile sweetly at him.

"I need to speak to the director...is she still here?" I ask looking at him to see him smiling down at me. "What?" I ask lightly smiling.

"Uh nothing you just look good but you just missed her by a good 5 minutes, why is everything ok?" He ask and i nod but frown.

"No i need to know about harleen...she was a psych here..." I trail off seeing the look on his face. He looked nervous with a slight sign of pity. "What do you know?" I ask and he shrugs pulling me towards the elevator pressing the basement floor.

"Nobody knows what happened she was one of the best we had although a little ditsy too innocent for her own good. They got a little close, he broke out probably with her help kidnapped her and apparently dropped her in a vat of acid turning her just like him they commited crimes all over gotham until batman got her and she hasnt been heard from for a while" he says and i nod confused as i began to fill in the holes with information i had.

"What the hell is a batman?" I ask and he burst into laughter as if i told him a joke. Maybe it was time to move out this damn city, there was constantly escaping psychopaths, guys dressing up in costumes with ridiculous alias' and a pointless ass police station since the cops never did anything.

"Are you serious? He's the guy who saved you-" he begins but i cut him off. I may not remember much or close to nothing but i think id remember if a guy calling himself batman saved me.

"No bruce saved me, hes the one who took me to the hospital that night" i tell him almost becoming angry because bruce was a good guy yet always being discredited.

"Bruce couldve been in the area while batman was saving you and told him to take you to the hospital while he looked for the bad guys" he suggest and i crinkle my nose, that didnt even sound right.

"So he put my unconcious body into the arms of a stranger who couldve possibly kidnapped me and done me harm?!" I shriek angrily and james takes a step back.

"Everybody knows bruce and while he may be a playboy hes a gentlemen, look at what hes done for you already ashton...batman did the right thing" he says calmly and i sigh right before the bell dings and the doors open.

"What are we doing down here?" I ask confused because i never seen this floor before as we walk further down the hall.

"The only person who can give you answers is the man himself who was in the session...the joker" he breathes and i stop in my track remembering last night.

"I dont want to talk to him!" I blurt and he haults facing me. "I mean w-what if he lies how can i know if hes trustworthy and going to tell me the truth?" I ask but its too late we were already infront of his cell. "Fuck it just let me in" i grumble walking forward.

"Heres a extra set of keys i have to get back on duty. The numbers on the keys match the numbers on the lock, good luck" he says before someone calls him on his walkie and he dashes off.

Opening the cell i see joker peacefully sleeping on his cot with his sweats hanging halfway off his hips, no shirt on per usual and his lips were moving but nothing was comming out. Smiling i close the door behind me and walk over to him kneeling closer when i hear him mumbling.

"J" i whisper softly but he groans and roll over pulling the cover closer basically cuddling with it. "Joker" i giggle and his eyes slowly open revealing his baby blue eyes the palest i ever seen they almost look grey.

"Youre so so moody doll, one second your kicking me out and yelling at me now your giggling and all close...you must want something" he says in a normal voice with an irritated tone and i feel my smile drop. Why was he irritated with me he laughed at everything? "You were crying..." He says holding my jaw in place stroking it with his rough thumb.

"Howd you know?" I ask, i thought i did a better job of covering up my puffy dry eyes. I try to move but he holds me in place his grip tightening on my jaw not enough to hurt but if i moved id be hurt.

"Did somebody hurt you?!" He growls quickly sitting up and i shake my head. Why did he even care. He didnt care when he hurt or angered me!

"It doesnt matter joker, thats not what i came here for!" I snap standing up pacing before grabbing a chair and placing it infront of his bed. "Tell me about harleen" i say and he gives me a blank look before he glares at me harshly.

"Youre smart doc, you already know what happened to harley...you dont really care for details you want to know if youre right so you can compare it to our sessions and see if thats what im doing to you, if im manipulating you." He snaps and i lean back. He was smart ill say that. I didnt even realize what i wanted until he voiced it and he was right.

"Is it wrong? Thats what you fucking do, you drill your way into peoples head, find their insecurities, prey on them and manipulate people" i snap and he just rolls his eyes laying back down. "Thats what you tried to do last night you know i hate being alone you know i just want affection and a little attention and you fucking tried to manipulate me like the sicko you are. Im not going to be your next harley!" I yell at him about to swing when he grabs my hand and pulls me into him as he sits up quickly.

"Manipulate you? Why would i need to do that when youre already so obedient. You didnt tell on me yet which means i have you right where i want you. Ive been playing your games by your rules and as fun as its been were going to play my game now" he growls in my face before pushing me off and i fall onto the hard dirty floor.

Getting up i go to attack him again angry that he thinks he can overpower me and my fist connects with his face making me wince because fuck those metal teeth hurt but he just laughs pulling me into his lap so my back is against his chest with his arms restricting me. "Now i just manipulated you...youre a control freak baby, all had to do was make feel powerless and look at how easy it was to get you to attack me. I dont need to manipulate you because youre to fun, youve been wanting to hit me since the first day we've met, all it takes is a little...push" he smirks against my ear before loosening his grip and i jump up.

"I hate you...i hate you like really fucking hate your guts. I shouldve punched you harder you psycho!" I snap and he laughs that stupid laugh i hated and loved.

"Im the psycho but your smiling at me laugh, maybe you need an evaluation doc" he teases laying back down and i scoff ready to leave.

"Fuck you joker" i spit and he only laughs harder.

"I plan to doll, by the way nice shirt... silk really suits you" he smirks but its different its like he knows something i dont and from the glint in his eyes i know he does. From the way he begins to zone out he's thinking about it and i hate that i dont know.

"What are you planning joker?" I ask curiously but his smirk deepens into one of his sexy grins his tounge licking over his lips as he leans back eye-ing me.

"Good night ashton" he says closing his eyes putting his arms behind his head but i frown, that was not the answer i wanted.

"Are you....are you comming tonight?" I ask regretfuly. And theres his stupid cocky smirk. Its not like i want him to come anyway.

"Do you want me to?" He ask playfull, running his tounge over his teeth and i roll my eyes crossing my arms.

"No, but thats not going to stop you is it? Id just prefer to know so i can have more clothes on" i tell him and his eyes look over at me twinkling with mischief.

"Why? I liked the cute red thong you had on yesterday" he says with a fake smile of innocence and i feel my face get hot. If he saw it did he also see the scar? Did he notice how i flinched, because him or anybody seeing the scar is alot worse then my underwear.

"Shut up!" I squeak embarassingly ready to storm out when i stop and face him again too see him in deep thought. He quickly snaps out of it and looks over at me with a curious glance.

"Ill be there its obvious you like my company doll and why would i miss out on the oppurtunity to see you dressed like that." He smiles playfull and i roll my eyes with a small grin before leaving his cell heading up to the elevator to get ready for tonight. This was so not good.