15 | truth

(n) the quality or state of being true

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                    I didn't know why I was doing this but I did. I followed my instinct as my heels clicked and clacked against the cold marble tiles and I walked in a lightning speed towards the patient that I had to see. A patient that maybe could help me.

This is twisted in so many different levels. A patient helping a doctor in distress.

I approached the desired door and swiped my card over. I had asked permission from Mr. Fox for this and he was confused at first and after much convincing he still didnt let me. So, I didnt listen to him. I was doing it whether he liked it or not. There were no guards outside the door.

The door opened and I walked in and stopped and admired the room around me. It was filled with flowers on the walls, and they were alive and moving slowly, like they were dancing with the wand. The floor was filled with real grass and there was tree filling the corner of the room, small hummingbirds flew past me and my jaw dropped when I saw Poison Ivy sitting on one of the tree's branches, smiling down at me.

"Nice isnt it?" She asked, her voice was dreamy, and the branched moved, lowering down and she hopped down when the branch was low enough for her to put her foot down safely.

"Wow." I breathed out.

"I knew you would come." She said.

I closed my breath, calming myself down and composed myself.

"I actually had an oppurtunity to pick you as my patient." I said.

"I know."

"How?" My eyes widened.

"Secret." She whispered, stroking a bright red flower on the wall.

"You had a choice and you picked him." She said. "Don't worry. I am not hurt because you didnt pick me." She assured me and I breathed out a sigh of relief.

"You said I was in deep trouble the other day, what do you mean?" I asked, getting straight to the point.

"You have already figured it out." She said and I shook my head.

"No, I have--"

"You are just afraid to admit the truth to yourself." She said.

"What truth?"

"The truth that you are in lov--"

"No!" I shouted. "Please. Stop." I said, my hands reaching my ears, closing them.

"The more you try to pretend to hide that, the more harder you fall." She said and turned around, her red hair, with orange strokes dangling wildly behind her.

I breathed out a sigh.

"I am in deep trouble because of that?" I asked, and glanced at my watch.

I only had two more minutes left. Mr. Fox would be walking in that corridor any minute now.

"Yes. You are." She said, turning her head around.

I stood there rooted to the spot and wiped the beads of perspiration dripping from my forehead. For a second, her eyes narrowed, a flash of sympathy showing.

"Its time to accept your feelings and yourself. The real you, Harley." She said.

Once again, I was stunned that she knew my nickname.

"How do you know?" I asked, disbelief dripping from my tone.

"I know everything." She gave me a wink.

"I need to leave." I said, more to myself than to her, and turned around.

"Whether you like it or not, you should embrace the feeling, its too late for you to back out now." She said, and I stopped walking but I didnt turn around to see her. "The Harleen you were before would have never came here without permission. He has helped you find yourself, Harley." She said, in her dreamy, fragile and soft voice.

"Yeah ..." I dragged. "Thanks."

My hands reached for the door and suddenly she stood infront of me, in lightning speed, her green eyes staring down on me.

"Haley Life." She whispered again and turned around to open the door.

This is the second time she is saying that. My eyes narrowed at her and I was about to ask what she meant by that when I heard voices down the hallway, I hurried outside and adjusted myself, the door shut behind me and I walked, looking ahead, and walked towards the door that held my patient.

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"You are deathly silent today, Dr. Quinzel." Joker said, his head tilting to the left and his icy blue eyes pierced through me, and I adjusted myself in my seat, feeling self-conscious about myself.

Since when did he call me that?

"I am just distracted today." I said, giving him a small smile and looked down.

I was trying to process everything that happened with Ivy and the obvious feeling I have towards Mr. J. I have been avoiding looking at him for almost the whole session, especially his eyes.

I was trying to get rid of the feeling. But, it was too difficult already. My heart was pounding and I could hear the throb in my ears.

"Oh, I know a way to make you relax." He said and looked at my neck, a wide smile appeared on his face.

Another massage?

"No." I quickly said, almost jumping in my seat. "I'm fine." I breathed out and wiped the bead of sweat from my forehead for the thousandth time.

His smile faltered for a second and he tilted his head, studying me with his calculative blue eyes.

I stiffened.

"I want my Harley back." He said, his voice becoming cold all of a sudden, his eyes were rigid and intense.

My heart skipped a beat and I gulped.

"What? Why?" I blurted out before I could stop myself.

He laughed, flipping his head back, and then looked at me. "What a silly question!" He said and laughed again.

It sent chills down my spine.

"Because ..." He tilted his head.

"She is the real one. You are Dr. Quinzel and I don't like it as I am not necessarily excited about her presence." He said, leaning forward in his seat, giving me a wild smile.

"So..." I dragged. "You like Harley?" I asked, my heart drumming in my chest.

His response was immediate, as if on reflex. "How can I not like her? She makes me smile." He said, and gave me a wide grin, his metal teeth showing.

Butterflies erupted in my stomach and my heart drummed against my ribcage. My hands became clammy and the air around rose in temperature, like the speed of light. I blinked my eyes furiously and bit my lip from groaning at the frustration I was feeling.

Somehow, what he said stroke a chord in me and I realised that I liked the Harley in me more better than my boring old self, Dr. Harleen Quinzel. Being Harley was much more fun and she was confident, comfortable with her own skin.

I wanted that. I wanted to be Harley. To be Harley for him. Only him.

I reached for my thick rimmed black glasses and took it off, placing it on the table infront of me, before looking at him straight in the eye, welcoming the feeling of butterflies in my stomach.

"You can't always get what you want, Mr. J." I said, giving him a smug smile.

He grinned, a full on grin which showed his metal teeth and his eyes lit up. "There she is." He said, giving me a wink which didnt fail to make me blush and smile.

"Oh." He paused. "I think I can." He said, his eyes narrowing at me, a unreadable emotion flashing through his eyes, tilting his head and laughed, his laughter filling the whole room.

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Hello!

Time for Harley to accept who she is. And, Mr. J ... is just hot. Stay hot Mr.J!

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