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Sessions with Mr. J - Chapter 4To say Harleen was nervous was an understatement. The couple of seconds it took for the Joker to continue his sentence felt like an eternity. She gazed intently into his eyes, finally plucking up the courage to do so since he always stared deeply into hers. “Since you and I get on like a house on fire, I was, uh, thinkin’ about asking you something,” he whispered softly, smiling as he saw Harleen nod as she listened to him, “However I’ll tell you a secret first, Harls. I think you might need your little cute notebook for it though,” he said with a low growl as he leaned in closer, “You wanna know why I’m in here?” He asked, his voice a mere whisper as he gazed into Harleen’s wide eyes, his head moving to one side as he waited for a response. He watched as Harleen shook her head in confusion. “Uh, Mr. J, I have that information in your files. I already kn-“Sessions with Mr. J - Chapter 4 by LSPcosplay
“No. No, you don’t,
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To say Harleen was nervous was an understatement. The couple of seconds it took for the Joker to continue his sentence felt like an eternity. She gazed intently into his eyes, finally plucking up the courage to do so since he always stared deeply into hers. “Since you and I get on like a house on fire, I was, uh, thinkin’ about asking you something,” he whispered softly, smiling as he saw Harleen nod as she listened to him, “However I’ll tell you a secret first, Harls. I think you might need your little cute notebook for it though,” he said with a low growl as he leaned in closer, “You wanna know why I’m in here?” He asked, his voice a mere whisper as he gazed into Harleen’s wide eyes, his head moving to one side as he waited for a response. He watched as Harleen shook her head in confusion. “Uh, Mr. J, I have that information in your files. I already kn-“
“No. No, you don’t, Doctor Harleen Quinzel. You don’t know. You haven’t been informed with what really happened,” he continued to lean towards her until his chain stopped him and he grunted softly, shaking his head. He then noticed Harleen slowly move closer towards him and he smirked when he noticed she pulled a small pocket-sized notebook and pencil from her coat pocket. “Well, Harls, I’ll tell you my little story of what happened that day. This’ll be great for your files; you don’t wanna disappoint that boss of yours, right? Right. So, I’ll tell ya,” he noticed Harleen watching him intently, waiting for him to reveal his secret. “I was out in Gotham city, fighting Bats. Oh, it was a good fight I gotta say. Batssssss. The Bat was giving it his all and so was I. Him and his little sidekick were winning against me though. See, it was two against one and that just ain’t fair, Harls. It wasn’t fair, but it was there and then that I had an epiphany. What if I had my own...accomplice? Bats was beating me up, and his little buddy was kicking me around too. I needed someone like that. I was beat up pretty bad, and I hate to admit it but the Bat won that round,” Harleen noticed that this was pretty tough for the Joker to open up about, she could tell by his tone of voice and his body language. His voice was a soft whisper, gently telling the story but growling whenever it came to Batman. She nodded for him to continue, taking notes as quickly as she could. “He said he was gonna let me go. He told me to run away. ‘Just this once,’ that’s what he said to me. I laughed, Harls. I told him to take me to Arkham, and I-“
“You came here out of your own free will? Why would you do such a thing, Mr. J?” Harleen asked him, suddenly feeling very perplexed about this little story the Joker had. She took a deep breath as she noticed the Joker was shaking his head, laughing to himself. “Oh, Harls, you just don’t get it, do you? I came here for a reason. That reason was to find an accomplice, and after some time I realised that accomplice was you,” He smirked after he finished speaking, watching as Harleen was rendered speechless. “You...want me? You want me to...to help you?” Harleen glanced up from her messy collection of notes. “Why? I don’t understand, Mr. J. You’re my patient, and I am... I am your doctor. I’m here to help you, but not in that way. I like you, Mr. J. I do, I really do, but I don’t think I’m the person you’re looking for,” Harleen bit her lip as she nervously waited for the clown’s response, and she knew he wasn’t going to be too happy. What else what she supposed to say? ‘Of course Mr. J, let me quit my job right now and I’ll break you out of Arkham, and we can go and commit some horrible crimes together!’ Harleen felt her heart drop as the Joker gave her a disappointed look, and he sighed softly. “You didn’t even let me ask my question, Harls. That’s kinda mean,” Harleen completely forgot that he had mentioned a question for her earlier, and to her surprise he pouted his lip, looking down at the glass of water on the table. She leaned in closer to him. “What was your question, Mr. J?” Harleen asked, expecting him to request her to scratch his cheek or something of the sort. “Would you do something for me?” Harleen nodded instantly, she found herself replying without thinking. “Anything, yeah. Well, I mean...what do you need me to do?” The Joker devilishly smiled and Harleen felt her cheeks blush. “It’s a small favour, doctor. The thing is I really like you... Doctor Harleen Quinzel. How ‘bout we spend more time together?” He cocked his head to the side, his eyes still locked onto hers. “Oh, you mean like more sessions together? That can be arranged if that’s what you want, Mr. J. We can meet twice a week instead of just the once,” She hoped this was a good enough answer for him, smiling as he cocked his head to the other side, his gaze never escaping her. “Harls, that would be wonderful. I ho-“
“Your time is up, buddy. Lunch is over,” Harleen almost jumped out of her chair as one of the guards shouted from across the hall and came stomping towards their table. He roughly grabbed the Joker by the collar of the strait jacket, and whistled for another guard to come over to help him. Harleen watched helplessly as the two guards dragged him away from the table and out the doors, back to his small cell. Harleen let out a deep sigh, standing up and collecting her notes as she headed out after the guards, seeing if she could figure out where the Joker’s cell was located. She watched as they dragged him down a long corridor and took a sharp right turn. Harleen looked around the corridor, reading the signs as she tried to figure out which section of the building he was kept in. ‘Maximum Security’ read one of the signs, and Harleen had a gut feeling that he was kept in that sector, in which case she wouldn’t be allowed to visit him in his cell.
She decided to head home and work on the report that was due tomorrow morning, but she couldn’t stop thinking about him. The Joker. He was so interesting, so complex, so inviting, yet so frustrating. She found herself reading her notes time and time again, yet she was unable to write down anything that was clear and concise for a report. She read through the notes she had quickly taken when she first saw him: ‘bright neon green hair, obscure facial tattoos, prominent metal teeth, muscular yet skinny, pale, tall, intimidating yet charming’. Wait, what? Charming? Harleen didn’t remember writing that down in her notes. She read through the notes she took as he spoke of some of his childhood, and then the notes from their meeting in the canteen. Sighing, Harleen got up and headed over to her desk, plopping herself down on the swivel chair. She started to type up the report for Mr. Arkham, and smiled silently to herself as she got into the swing of things. Before she knew it, the report was done, double checked and ready for tomorrow morning’s meeting. Harleen switched her computer off, yawning as she made her way to the bathroom to get ready for bed. She frowned to herself as she set her alarm for 6am, but soon smiled when she realised it was only 9pm that evening. Harleen decided to head to bed for an early night, hoping that tomorrow would be an easier day and maybe, just maybe, she could ask Mr. Arkham about an extra session with the Joker.
“Harleen, this report is excellent. How on Earth did you get all this information from the Joker in such a short time? I’m really impressed,” Harleen felt herself blush, smiling at Mr. Arkham with a sense of happiness and relief that her report had been a success. “Thank you, sir. We spoke for quite some time and he seemed to like telling me those stories of his, so much so that we slightly ran over the session. I was wondering if it would be possible for me to have two sessions a week with the Joker rather than just one?” Mr. Arkham thought for a moment, frowning as he thought of the negatives and positives of the suggestion, but he soon nodded in response. “Of course, Harleen. However you must make sure to keep your standard of reports up, as today’s report was first class. I suggest you have another session with the Joker today, as he may still be in the mood to share some more stories with you. I’ll call the guards to bring him up for 10am,” Harleen nodded with gratitude, noticing that Mr. Arkham was on the phone before she was given the chance to respond. It looked like she was facing him again today after all.
Harleen closed the door with a heavy thud, nodding to the guards to take the clown back to his cell. She held a firm grip on her files as she made her way to the female bathroom, rushing into the nearest free cubicle. She threw the files and clipboard down onto the ground and pushed the toilet seat down. With a deep sigh, Harleen sat down on the seat with her head in her hands. What had just happened? Her first day at Arkham and the Joker was all over her, and she was too caught up in it to put a stop to it. She ignored every piece of training and advice she had been given in the last four years. Her mind jumped back to what Mr. Arkham had said before the session: “Harleen, I’ll warn you now. The Joker is known to play tricks on people to get what he wants; don’t fall for his silly games. He’ll talk with you as if you are friends, he’ll try and get close to you, compliment you, but he doesn’t mean any of it. Ignore his pointless chit chat and make sure you are focused on getting information about his past, his present, his future: anything. Don’t let him talk you into taking his strait jacket off whatever you do, and please don’t feel sorry for him. He isn’t worth it. Are we clear?” She had nodded and said yes, but now she hung her head in shame. She had no explanation for what had just occurred in the session room. She didn’t find him attractive, and she didn’t feel that sorry for him. It was almost as if he had some kind of spell over her, as if he knew what to say and when to say it. At least she got a bit of information about his childhood from him, although she wasn’t sure whether it was true or false. She grabbed a couple of sheets of toilet paper from the roll and wiped her damp eyes and runny nose. She stood up sharply, picking up her clipboard and files as she went. She walked out of the cubicle and towards the sink, washing her hands quickly and dabbing some water on her rather sweaty forehead. She glanced at her appearance in the small mirror and paused for a moment, fixing her long blonde hair to the side and adjusting her blouse. She took a deep brief and spun on her heels, heading out the bathroom and towards Mr. Arkham’s office. She was silently praying that he would like the information she had for him.
She knocked on the large wooden door, eagerly waiting on a reply. A loud “Come in” was heard from the other side of the door, and Harleen felt herself shudder as a cold breeze rushed by her as she began to open the door. She slowly but surely made her way towards Mr. Arkham’s desk, smiling at his assistant on the way by. Mr. Arkham looked up, and smiled when he saw who it was. “Ah, Harleen. How was your first session with the Joker? I do hope you found something interesting.” He asked with a bright smile on his face and Harleen bit her lip as she realised he had bigger expectations for her work than she thought. She nodded towards him, smiling as she spoke. “Yes, Mr. Arkham, I did find out something quite interesting about the Joker’s childhood. The session went fine, although the Joker did take his time with his responses. I have written down plenty of notes from the session,” Harleen almost patted herself on the back as she managed to get all of that out without revealing the truth. “Excellent! Well, the Joker likes to keep us all waiting now, doesn’t he? I’ll expect your report in tomorrow, Harleen,” he said with a genuine smile, and Harleen couldn’t help but smile back. “I’ll have it in first thing the morning, Mr. Arkham. Our next session is scheduled for the same time next week, and I do hope the Joker will be more complying,” she said as she noticed Mr. Arkham raised an eyebrow. “Harleen, I’m very impressed. I’ll see you tomorrow then, take care,” he said with a nod as he returned to the paperwork that was covering his large desk. Harleen nodded and made her way out, clutching her files and clipboard to her chest. She smiled as she closed the door and looked down at the clipboard, realising she had a decent amount of notes to work with for the report. She made her way to the small cloakroom, collecting her bag as she made her way to the canteen for lunch. She was relieved to see the queue was relatively small, smiling as she was served a very appetising lunch by a handsome young man. She laughed to herself as she made her way over to an empty table, realising she didn’t really know anyone here expect Mr. Arkham and the Joker. She quickly began eating her lunch as she was rather hungry; it was a delicious portion of beef casserole with a side of steamed vegetables and potatoes. She was pleased to see that everyone in the canteen, patient or doctor, was eating the same items of food. She polished off her lunch in minutes, setting her fork down as she picked up her cup of coffee. She looked around the canteen briefly and noticed a door open rather suddenly as a guard kicked it in, she then noticed he was dragging a patient by the collar of their strait jacket. Her eyes widened as she recognised exactly who it was. It was him.
He caught sight of her right away, and she gasped as he was thrown onto a bench in the far corner. Harleen noticed the handsome young man from earlier walk over with a tray of food for the Joker, setting it down in front of him with a small cup of water by the side. Harleen looked around, shaking her head. Did no one realise that he was wearing a strait jacket and had a rather grimy looking mask over the lower half of his face? How was he supposed to eat? Harleen stopped herself for a moment, realising she was feeling sorry for the crazed clown when she knew she should have no sympathy for him whatsoever, yet she couldn’t just let him sit there and not eat his lunch. She stood up slowly, depositing her plastic cup of coffee in the bin and placing her tray on the stack. She carefully made her way over to where the Joker was sitting; noticing that the guard had left the room, trusting that the strait jacket and ankle chain would do the job for him. His eyed flashed with delight as she sat in front of him, pulling the dirty looking mask from his face, realising that it had been used to stop him from talking. “Harls. How nice to see you again, and in the same day, too. What a coincidence!” He chuckled to himself as he studied her, his head drooping to one side and his eyes narrowing. “You know, you’re slowly becoming my favourite person. My favourite friend. My Harls,” he spoke in an otherworldly manner, almost as if he was talking only to himself. Harleen smiled, but on the inside she was laughing. He’s still trying to keep this up, huh? “It’s nice to see you too, Mr. J. Are you going to have some lunch?” I asked him, keeping my voice steady as I did so. I noticed his eyes roll to the back of his head as he hummed for a few seconds before replying. “Maybe I won’t, Harleen. I’m not that hungry,” he spoke softly yet defiantly, and Harleen gulped. “Um, well... Why don’t just have some water then?” She asked him rather nervously, noticing he didn’t seem as friendly as earlier today. He glanced around the room, rolling his head round in a circle as he did so. Harleen noticed his eyes never blinked and she found herself staring at him incredulously. “Oh, I will,” he said in a soft whisper, he slowly moved his head close to the small cup of water, and Harleen watched him in amazement as his tongue lapped up some of the cool liquid. He started off slowly, his tongue gently gathering small droplets of water, but then his tongue began to move much quicker and suddenly the water was starting to splash Harleen as she watched, frozen and unable to move. He stopped and looked up towards Harleen, smiling wildly, “Harls, I’ve drank my water but there’s a small problem,” he whispered softly, using that soft tone of voice that made Harleen listen to every word, every vowel, every consonant. “A small problem, Mr. J? What is it?” She asked, gently scratching the side of her neck as she watched him glance around the room then back at her. “I lied, Harls. I am hungry,” he said, looking across the table at Harleen with a soft expression. She sighed, looking at the plate of food that sat in front of the Joker. “Looks good, doesn’t it? Do you want some?” She asked him, smiling as he nodded in response. She nervously picked up the spoon, gathering some potatoes and beef onto the utensil. The Joker watched her every move as she did so, opening his mouth wide as the spoon came towards him. “Open wide, Mr.J,” Harleen said in a sing-song voice, laughing to herself as he opened his mouth even wider before eating the food from the spoon. “Mm, it’s...good,” the Joker mumbled to himself as he chewed the beef, and Harleen found herself staring at him again. He’s not so bad, she thought to herself, smiling as he opened his mouth wide for more food. “Okay, Mr. J, open wide,” she said again, laughing as he opened his mouth even wider this time. She watched as he chomped down on the spoon, quickly chewing the potatoes and beef in his mouth. “You know, Harls, I think you’re the nicest girl I’ve ever met,” the Joker said, still half chewing his food. Harleen felt her cheeks blush, and she blinked several times. “Me? Really, Mr. J? Oh, I’m just your average girl, that’s all,” she said with a chuckle, trying to laugh off the compliment. “You are far from average, trust me. You’re my kinda girl,” he said with a smirk, and Harleen froze. She hadn’t expected a compliment from the Joker, never mind one like this. His kind of girl? Harleen nervously licked her lips before responding, “T-Thanks, Mr. J. I’m...I’m glad that you think I’m nice,” she said anxiously, quickly putting more potatoes and vegetables on the spoon. “Oh, I think you’re more than nice, Harleen. You and me are friends, right?” Harleen nodded and the Joker smirked. “Right, well in that case, let me tell you a little secret, Harls. A little secret between friends...”
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To say Harleen was stunned would be understatement. She was completely and utterly bewildered by the nature of the clown. She stared at him in awe as he began to tell a story, she was still catching her breath from the rather close encounter they had just mere seconds ago. Was this the kind of behaviour she would need to cope with every session that had together?
“I wasn’t even five years old the first time it happened. I was playing with my toys, minding my own, and the next thing he grabs me by my hair. He picks me up and throws me across the room, and comes chasing after me. He played with me like a rag doll; he wouldn’t stop punching me until my mother begged him to stop. Even then, she had to take a beating from him in return,” the Joker pauses for a moment to admire Harleen as she nods continuously as she writes down everything he is saying, his lips twitch in frustration but he continues. “When I was eleven, that’s when it got really bad. He came in one night, totally ignored my mother’s yells and knocked her out cold. I was sleeping, I woke up when I heard a scream and ran downstairs. Bad move, son. That’s what he said to me. He had a knife and a crowbar. I don’t remember much, Harls. He knocked my teeth out. All of them. He tried to stab me too, but I managed to avoid him. He cut me a few times though,” the green-haired man sighed, his eyes focusing on Harleen once more, who had actually been watching him as he spoke, rather than writing down every single word. He noticed her eyes seemed a little shiny, was she crying? He grinned devilishly, “So, Harley, how was that for you? Good story for the first session, huh? I know, I know, I don’t disappoint,” he laughed softly to himself as he studied the blonde woman, who sniffed and cleared her throat before responding.
“Mr. J, I think that was a wonderful start to our sessions together. I’m glad you were able to share your...story with me. Now, we have five minutes left of today’s session. Do you have anything else you’d like to share?” she asked, hoping he would tell her something rather than ask her for something. She watched him as he licked his teeth with his long tongue, trying to figure out what he was thinking. “Miss Quinzel, how about you come over here again? You seem so far away from me, my little... butterfly,” he said softly, smiling as Harleen stood up and walked towards him. “Butterfly, Mr. J?” she asked, wondering what on earth he meant by that. The Joker nodded, smiling widely as he responded in a rather seductive tone. “Mmhmm, a butterfly can start of as something weak and common, but given the right conditions it can be truly beautiful and unique,” he spoke with a charming eloquence, Harleen felt herself waiting to hear more from him but he suddenly stopped speaking. “Who are you comparing the butterfly to?” she asked, her voice was almost a whisper as she met his gaze. “You, my beautiful Harleen Quinzel. You... you are going to be the most divine butterfly of them all,” he whispered with a sly smirk, looking up at the stunned woman. He slowly licked his lips; he raised a finger and beckoned her towards him. “Now, come to Daddy,” he growled, almost purring as she slowly moved towards him, sitting on the edge of the table before him. “Mr. J, we have two minutes. I really must start putting your jacket back on or els-“
“Shh, I want to play with you,” the Joker said teasingly, pulling Harleen towards him and into his lap. She gasped in shock as she found herself sitting on his crotch, his rather stiff crotch. “Mr. J, I don’t think this is wis-“ Harleen was cut off as the Joker kissed her again, this time more passionate and needy than the last, she moaned against his lips as his hands grabbed onto her shirt, pulling at the buttons as he slipped his hand inside her bra, he growled as he pushed himself up against her, feeling her moan in response before he heard her. He had managed to unbutton her shirt halfway, his hand had somewhat pushed her bra upwards, allowing him to lean in and kiss at the firm bud on her breast. He purred as he licked at it, feeling Harleen grip onto his hair in response, he continued to assault the small bud for a short time until he felt her push her hips towards his. This really drove him crazy. He yanked at her skirt, frantically pulling it up as far as it would go without ripping anything. He watched as Harleen looked at him with lustful, hooded eyes. “Mr. J, please...”
“Oh, I know, Harls, I know,” he whispered, his hand slowly slipping inside her underwear, he almost cursed when he felt how wet she was. “Mr. J, I...” she moaned to herself as her eyes closed and she moved against his hand, her hands wrapped round the back of his neck, she leaned down to kiss the green-haired man’s neck, sucking and biting at the alabaster skin. The Joker groaned softly, two of his fingers slowly moved against her and he bit his lip in pleasure as she moved against him. She actually wanted this. The Joker was caught off guard as Harleen kissed his collarbone and moved down to his chest, kissing the skin around his left nipple. He purred as she took it in her mouth and bit down on it, he was almost lost in the moment as she sucked at the small bud. She moved against his fingers again, this time her hands were travelling down to his belt to unbuckle it, and then the Joker smiled to himself. No, this was too easy; she was practically giving herself to him. He pulled his hand from her underwear and pushed her back onto the table. She looked at him with a confused, yet seductive glare as she pushed her skirt back down. He stood up from his chair and stood between her legs at the table, they were almost at equal heights. She reached out a hand to touch his hair, and he slapped it away, almost feeling guilty as Harleen squeaked in response. “Ah, ah, ah,” the Joker said as he shook his head. “That was naughty. I was naughty. You were naughty, Harls. You were a very, very bad girl. Bad girls deserve to be punished, don’t they?” he laughed as she nodded innocently in response. “Oh, I don’t want to punish you baby, but you’ve been so bad,” the Joker said as he roughly grabbed Harleen’s jaw, pushing her chin up as he leaned into her face. She looked utterly terrified and he felt so powerful, but then he caught sight of it. A single tear fell down Harleen’s cheek and the Joker stopped himself from continuing his speech. She was trembling. “Oh baby, oh... it’s alright. Shh, now. I’m sorry, Mr. J is sorry,” he hushed her, trying to calm her down and he was shocked that at it actually worked as she nodded, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. “Mr... Mr. J, I...this session is now c-, closed,” She whispered as she picked up the jacket from the floor, placing it onto the Joker and quickly buckling it back up, surprised at how keen he was to get back into his chair and wait for the guards to come to retrieve him. She picked up her files and clipboard and cast a quick glare towards the Joker. “See you next week, Mr. J,” she said sternly, she began to walk away and shuddered as the clown laughed in response.
“At the next session, Harls, I suggest you wear a more flexible skirt.”
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