_[ joker / harley ]_
-drabble collection-
therapy

"Do you ever think about the people you've killed?" Dr. Harleen Quinzel asked him one day.

"Do I ever think about the people I've killed?" he repeated and smacked his lips together. "I don't understand the question."

"Do you think about them?" She asked, not looking up from her clipboard. She was studying something on the paper, her glasses on the bridge of her nose, apparently unaware they were slipping. "Dream about them? Something?"

"Not really." He said stretching back in his chair, resting his hands behind his head. "That'd be a waste. Why would I waste precious time reminiscing about things that are already over?"

"Because it's your fault they're over." She lifted her eyes and met his black ones.

She still had life in them, unlike so many others the Joker had seen. He'd watched them bleed until all the terror was gone from their eyes and they were as unfeeling as he was.

"When I kill people, I look them in the eye." He responded with a very light sinister smile.

"Why?"

"So that I can watch them die, and that they can look at me as the one who ended them." He said smoothly, bringing his hands from behind his head and locking them together atop the table.

"Let me guess." She said, with a knowing smirk. "You want to 'watch the life leave my eyes'."

"No, no." his tongue darted out and licked the scars that mauled his otherwise handsome face. "I want to keep the life in yours. I don't think death would suit you."

I'm just going to put all of my Joker/Harley drabbles in here. A collection of the therapy.

But whose? Hers or his? :)

R&R
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Katie