Harleen grinned, "Look out, the Joker's back!" She giggled, sitting up off his lap. Harleen had just been applying Joker's makeup for the day. He didn't have a chance to get it done otherwise as he was only ever allowed out of his straight jacket in his cell. Harleen hadn't yet figured out how to get his lipstick, hair gel, and eyeshadow back to his cell with him without the guards noticing.

Mr. J stood up out of his seat, walking with her over to the dirty old mirror above the sink in the therapy room.

"I hope you like it." Harleen was suddenly nervous.

Joker looked into the mirror at himself for a long while. He examined his makeup, closing one eye and looking at the eyeshadow and then closing the other eye and doing the same. Harleen smiled at him fondly. She could feel his vibe changing. It was like he realized that the Joker was back. His shoulders stood up straighter, broader. His voice dropped a few octaves and his purrs and grows grew dark.

She couldn't look away from him, he was so mesmerizing to watch. Her mouth hung open slightly as he checked himself out.

"You're right," Joker looked down at her with a smile, "I am back."

"2 minutes." The guard tapped on the door from the outside.

She sighed disappointed, saying goodbye to him everyday was the worst part about their sessions. Harleen walked back to the table and cleaned up his folder, grabbing her gifts to him as well. Her mind raced, trying to come up with some excuse to have to keep him with her longer.

"Chin up, Doctor." Joker strolled towards her and smiled, "I'll be back tomorrow. 2 o'clock sharp."

"Don't be late." His smile was contagious, so pure and adorable.

"I never am." Joker growled as they walked towards the door. Harleen was taking steps slowly, as if she could prevent the inevitable from happening. She missed him so much when he was away.

Harleen put a hand on the door to open it for the guards. But just as she turned the knob, Joker leant his body against it to stop her.

"Do I get a goodbye kiss?" His voice had changed again, this time to his seductive purr that he knew she couldn't resist. He angled his head downward towards her, his eyes beautiful. She blushed, his lips were only inches from hers. Every time they kissed he would stop his face a bit away from her, to make her make the last move to kiss him.

Quickly, Harleen stood up on the tips of her toes, placing a hand on his shoulder to steady herself. A soft smile danced across their lips as she leant in to kiss him. Joker purred as soon as her lips touched his and she could've moaned. The fire between them was evident. It was slow, sweet when their lips first met. They moved against each other, exploring.

Then, Joker pushed his lips dominantly against hers. Harleen dropped Joker's folder file to the floor when his tongue met hers in her mouth. She wrapped both her arms around his neck and pushed her body against his. Harleen's back was against the door before she knew she was stepping back. Her hands grasped his face, keeping his lips on hers, refusing to let him leave. Joker's purrs were lost against Harleen's mouth, their breathing quickly becoming gasping. Harleen didn't care, he was her oxygen mask and she needed air.

A part of her knew she was desperate, but she couldn't help it. Didn't care in the slightest. Wasn't everyone a little desperate in love? Joker's body was pressed up against hers tightly, she could feel his arms moving from within his straight jacket. Like he wanted to break out and ravage her. Harleen couldn't wait until he could. She ran her fingers down his neck, down his chest, over his concealed arms, and bravely down to the area between his legs. The large area between his legs. Harleen moaned again.

"Doctor Quinzel," He smiled breathlessly, his lips still against hers, "Naughty, naughty."

"Says the Joker." She giggled, cupping the area. Feeling him stiffen against her.

"Doctor," Joker growled against her lips, "Won't you wait until I can have my hands on you too?"

"When will that be?" Harleen moved her arms back up to wraps around his neck.

"Soon enough, my sweet." He promised pecking her lips one, two, three times.

The guards opened the door suddenly. Harleen and Joker almost fell back against them as Harleen scrambled away from Joker, turning away from the door and trying to wipe off her mouth and slow her breathing. Joker's growl turned annoyed at their interruption. The lipstick on his mouth was smudged and smeared, his hands not free to disguise it.

"C'mon crazy," The guard said to Joker, "Back to your cell."

"On my way," Joker smiled largely. He turned back to Harleen, "Nice appointment, Doctor, you know I'm really feeling a break through."

"That's great to hear, Mr.J. I'll see you tomorrow." Harleen felt herself blushing as she turned to face him. She winked at him, breathing heavily.

Joker's eyes flashed as he smiled at her, "Tomorrow it is."

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