“Let’s skip the howdy-do’s and really get to the into the nitty gritty doctor---aren’t you going to ask me WHY I’m SO PALE----OR PERHAPS, WHY I SMILE SO MUCH?” Laughter SPILLS, his body leaning forwards as he cackles, his steel orbs staring at the doctor. “You can bet your ass, that you will not get anything worthwhile in this little session. You are going to have to try a lot harder doctor, at least AMUSE me a little bit. You are acting so blasé, frankly, it is BORING me.”

“What’s in it for you?” His head cants now, brows furrowed as a smile pulls at his lips, “I’d say you and me being on the winning side of this is enough but if there is something else you desire---we might be able to work it out. But not now---first you must do AS I SAY. We cannot delay.”

“. . .you really wanna PROVE it to me. Don’tcha?” He leans CLOSER, lips mere INCHES from the blondes own, “Tell you what, princess. . .I have ONE more little task for ya. If you do it. . .maybe just maybe I’ll take you seriously. It’d be the last step---Harleen Quinnzel must DIE for HARLEY QUINN to be born. You wanna belong to me---YOU WANNA MATTER----then you have to be WILLING to THROW EVERYTHING AWAY.” Words are spoken with PASSION, though his true intent was far darker. He’d take her to his BIRTHPLACE and do to her what the god damn BATMAN did to him----but he wouldn’t be there for her, no his intention was to LEAVE her in the vat of chemicals for the workers to find in the morning. His little problem would be SOLVED but the only question that radiated in his sick mind was if he’d actually DO IT.

“Isn’t that the QUESTION of the hour---tell me, JIM---Are you going to rough me up too? Maybe break a few fingers? If you do make sure you tell the Missus for me, I want her to know why I can’t write her a letter..” An uneasy chuckle escapes as he leans back against the metal chair, his hands pulling on the cuffs. “People have to DIE for my message to spread---but let's just be honest here Jimbo, you won't get me locked up in anywhere but Arkham. So why don’t you cut the crap and call it in already? The whys and why not's matter VERY little, in FACT, the only thing that REALLY matters is that I’m a sick sick man and I need some help.”

“I have plans in motion even as we speak but I desire your companionship---nothing more, nothing less. What is a KING without a QUEEN anyway, hmm?”

“Do you have to act like this EVERY time you don’t get your way?” There’s a heavy breath, eyes rolling as he lingered in the doorway. “I know today is a special day to you----and whatever but, I made a bad call and I was late. I literally went to every store looking for the fucking chocolates you like. Nearly everywhere was sold out of them---so I just kept looking and went farther out. I suppose I thought you might be okay with the wait, considering.” Slowly he approaches, his jaw getting tight as he held the box of chocolates out to her.

“You shouldn’t trouble yourself with the why’s and why not’s.” A hand gently cups the blondes chin, his lips curling slightly, “All you need to do is accept it---accept how I feel about you. The two of us are in this together, and well, if you don’t want to see it that way---” There’s a deep giggle to bubble up his throat, “---I suppose it’s best we cross that bridge when we get to it.”

“Be glad I showed up at all.” Words are delivered with a harsh tone as the male takes a seat across for her. “I was busy---and if you want this to work out, you need to get used to it.”