i wouldn't kill to get you back, and i've officially been asked...

[attending_physician]

Harleen Quinzel is not hungover. Harleen Quinzel does not come to work hungover.

But she does have a lingering headache, which probably has more to do with how she wrapped up her work day yesterday than the half bottle of wine she had once she got home.

She's had two cups of coffee and a couple aspirin to go with them this morning, which have taken the edge off. She needs to be here today. For better or worse, today's her next scheduled appointment with the Joker.

They have a lot to talk about.

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[attending_physician]

"Less suspicious," she allows.

"Alright, let's take a walk."

[manofmyword]

"Okay, Dr. Quinzel," he says with bright innocence.

[attending_physician]

"Well."

She cracks her knuckles, smooths imaginary wrinkles out of her top.

"After you," she says, moving around him to hold the door open.

[manofmyword]

He steps out cheerfully into the hall, hands clasped behind his back, harmless as you please.

[attending_physician]

Harleen locks up her office and escorts him back to his cell.


Well.


"Gives a convincing performance of escorting," anyway.

[manofmyword]

The Joker gives a convincing performance of being escorted. His gaze wanders all around the hall and he giggles to himself at odd intervals, but neither of those things is really remarkable in context.

When they arrive, he pauses in the doorway (out of view of any cameras) and winks at her over his shoulder.

And then he steps docilely into his cell.

[attending_physician]

Sweet Christ, she's actually doing this.

She's going to let this happen.




"You take care of yourself, now," she murmurs under her breath.

She locks the door.