Deja Vu

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They keep me in my cell for nearly thirty days before I get a therapist, fun, fun.

They lead me to the room and she is already sitting down.

A pretty redhead with green eyes.

Not Ivy though.

I have no idea where she's gotten off to.

Don't care anyway.

They force me into the seat and she nods at me, "Joker."

"Yes?"

She looks at me tiredly and I laugh.

This is going to be fun.

"Let's cut the bullshit, they want me to fix you."

I laugh even louder, leaning my head back, "Fix me?"

I stop laughing and stare her dead in the eyes, "They are more insane than me. I can't be fixed, Doll."

She shrugs and folds her hands on the table, "That was my given job."

I have no interest in seducing her, Harley should get here within the month.. 

Wait, I've been here thirty days.

The month is over.

"Listen, I have no interest in being fixed. I've been here repeatedly. You know the deal. I break out. I stay out for a while. Someone brings me back. Repeat. So."

I fold my hands like she did and cock my head to the side, "Let's cut the shit. I want to fix you."

She looks at me blankly.

She is no fun.

I sigh and lean back in my chair, "You are so unbelieving boring."

We can't always get therapist like Harleen Quinzel.

Sadly.

"So, I heard you seduced your last therapist and fell in love with her."

Interesting tactic.

Is she trying to annoy me?

"And who'd you hear this from, Doll?"

I know this is not common knowledge.

The people who joked about me falling in love are dead.

Point blank.

"People."

Ah.

"So, why did you take this job on?" 

She pops her neck and shrugs, "Thought maybe we could work something out."

Ooo. This sounds interesting.

"I'm listening."

She grins and I can tell she thinks she's got me.

"Good. Now, I know you hate being cooped up in here."

I wonder..

"I really don't."

She's been staring into my eyes a lot.

Trying not to get pulled in, but it's already happened.

"Maybe I could allow walks around the facility..?"

I shake my head, disappointed.

I can tell she doesn't want me disappointed in her.

I can tell she doesn't know why.

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