It had been two weeks since his escape from Arkham, and he sure was busy with his new drug, it had to be a strong one, yet non-lethal, other way would have been useless. Yet he couldn't help thinking about the sexy doctor that he left on the table in the asylum. He regretted he didn't take her with him. She would have been a nice toy for the time being. But his gut told him that she will come to him, after all he saw that little light that existed in her eyes. He could see her attraction for him.

Harleen stayed at home for two weeks already and she was supposed to stay at least two more. She had been sitting in her bed, reading and re-reading every note about Joker. She felt so confused, which she didn't knew why, and she felt a bit weird. In the past days she started to argue with herself. Harleen hated the Joker for trying to kill her and she was afraid of him , yet she wanted to go to him, hug him, after all, if she wasn't tortured by self-proclaimed Prince of Crime, she would have been in jail or something for helping him.

The police discovered that his gang used her acces card, but they told her not to worry, because she was a victim, not an accomplice.
She stopped for a second, remembering that she had something that she kept secret from the police. It was a phone, she assumed that it was Joker's. She opened it and saw an address. Her irrational part took over her brain and in seconds her laptop was in her lap. She found out that at that address, was an abandoned building, outside the city.

The doctor jumped from the bed and ran to the shower, she wanted to look good for him. Yes, she wanted to look good for him. When she was finished, she put on a pair of skinny-jeans, a blue dress shirt...but then, why did she wanted to look good for him?

Harleen never found her answer, but she sure found the place interesting. It was hot, too hot. She could feel the toxins in the air, but her full attention was on the man in front of her.

"Would you live for me?" Joker knew very well why this question was a hard one. When you live for someone, you have to make sure that you stay alive as long as it please the other, as long as you are needed. And she just sold her life. But the question was, did he have to push her? Or she will jump?

And he realised that she didn't know how to swim and also the fact that there was a nagging feeling of guilty He took off his jacket and tie, and jumped after her.
It was easy to find her body, and with a swift move he took her to the surface. Her skin and hair were whitter, while her clothes, like his were dissolved, the only trace of them were the colours that were around them.
She was alive, and he was kissing her chalky white lips. He found a new toy, and this thought make him laugh.