Harleen Quinzel was standing outside her apartment door. It was unlocked and creped open. Was someone in there? The Joker had in one of their sessions told her he'd be around when he got out, and he had escaped earlier today, but he couldn't possibly know where she lived, could he? She opened the door slowly her heart beating fast in her chest. "Hello?" she called into the dark hallway. She waited a while for an answer, but as none came, she closed the door behind her and locked it deciding it was just her mind playing tricks on her. She flicked the lights on. Everything looked normal. At first. She then noticed the purple coat hanging neatly on the coat hanger and the black male-shoes under it. "H-Hello?" she called again louder, her voice shaking. Heck, she was shaking. A Dark chuckle came from her living room "Honey, you're home!" the familiar voice called to her. She froze. He was here, in her apartment. His voice and the laughter that followed echoed in her mind. His laughter had never seemed scary to her before, but then again, she'd always been safe with guards just outside their room. Should she run? Could she even?
She stood in the hallway for what seemed like forever. Her back against the wall. She heard movement from the living room. footsteps. She looked to the doorway leading into her living room and there he was, smiling at her as she stood against her hallway wall. He was wearing his purple suit complete with flower and all. She'd never really seen him in anything other than his inmate uniform... well apart from on TV. He looked good. His green her sleekly brushed out of his eyes, his red lips parted in a big grin. They seemed more red that usual. Was he wearing lipstick? It wouldn't really surprise her if he was.
"You're awfully quiet, Doc. What's bothering you?" He asked, with mock concern in his voice, his smile turned downwards and his eyes big with pretend worry. She stared at him, didn't answer. Maybe she should? It was probably not a good idea to push the man's patience. But what should she say? That she was terrified of having the clown prince of crime in her apartment? Like that wouldn't be reason enough for him to kill her. It had all been fun and games during their sessions, but now...
The clown scuffed, his expression of worry gone in a blink, and disappeared into her kitchen fumbling around, pretending he hadn't already been through every cabinet and drawer. He then returned to the hallway looking at her with his intense eyes. "You don't have anything to eat. How do you even live?" He asked. He sounded a little annoyed with her. She swallowed and spoke, her voice shaking "I... I didn't expect c-company." She said, apologising for her lack of food. The Joker looked at her, unimpressed. "I could order you something?" she quickly added.
"Eating in, eh? I know a lovely little Italian place that serves the best spaghetti! What'cha you say, doc, wanna' be the dog to my... dog?" He asked, laughing, all traces of anger gone, his big smile back as fast as he spoke.