"Doctor Quinzel, have you ever heard of the Pocky game?"

It was a game devolved in Japan as a marketing way to sell more Pocky, a long thin biscuit covered in candy. Usually its covered in chocolate but its been known to have strawberry flavorings and green tea as well. Based on her silence and quizzical expression, he chalked that up as a no and continued.

"A pen pal told me of the game, said it was a trust building exercise." It was amazing the type of things craze girls wrote homicidal murders. His latest fan had giving him a box of Pocky with a letter explaining the game and how she hoped to play it with him after he was release, or escaped. Creepy huh? Pulling said box out from behind him, he offer one of the sticks to the doctor and bit off another himself. She seemed wary at first until watching him eat one himself. Part of her wanted to know how he managed to sneak it in to their session but new she wouldn't like the answer.

She took a bite smiled at the rich texture and taste of chocolate and cookie combined. It wasn't long before her piece was devoured and needed for another one became present. Whatever this trust game was, it must have been fine if it included something this good. With a nod she gave her consent to the exercise and in return his smirk came back. Gosh how she hated that smirk. It held the promise of adventure and danger mixed in one and the worse part was she couldn't tell if that excited or frighten her more.

"The rules are simple. We share a pocky, starting at either ends. Each of us take turns biting off a piece until we meet in the middle. If the pocky breaks, we each eat our separate piece." As demonstrated each step with a new pocky, Harley was too busy wondering if they'd have any left to realize that essential the point of the 'exercise' was to meet in the middle and kiss.

They first try was a fail. She chomped down too hard and broke the stick off, giving Riddler the bigger piece. Second time she moved too fast and the cycle was repeated. This type of thing continued until the last stick was pulled. This was her last change to get taste that chocolate again, because unfairly Edward kept the chocolate end in his mouth every time. Harley took it slow and safe, biting off small part while Edward took bolder bites, closing the gap between their faces by merely three inches. Most of the chocolate section had been stolen from her by that inmate. The three inches that kept their lips at a safe distance was the only chance for chocolate she had left and like hell she'd let this smug man win again. It's what he wanted after all. Riddler wouldn't come out and say it but she knew that he was doing this to tease her and keep the chocolate from her.

Without thinking of the consequences, admittedly letting the competitive part of her shine, the doctor lunged her entire body at the rouge, knocking them both to the ground. But it was all worth it! Because she was able to steal the last of the chocolate! Unfortunately the victorious feeling was short lived upon the new feeling of his lips moving against her own. Time froze and it felt like there was flash of light before she pushed away from him.

The session was cut short and weeks passed since the incident, neither one of them speaking about it. During lunch Riddler flung a polarized picture of the event in the middle of a table for all to see. "If memory serves, the bet was to be the first to receive a kiss from the doctor with proof. I take cash boys. Cash only."