Where theres a will....Theres a way

                                    

                                          
That damn clown. That damned fucking clown. Twisting her into his play toy.
                          
The idea made Edward Nigma aka; The Riddler, feel positively sick.
                          
Harley had now been treating the Joker for exactly one month. The Riddler had been watching her, not anymore out of devotion (well not just that anyway) but also out of fear for her well being. They had struck up, what one may consider a friendship throughout the time she had been at Arkham. She was very clever, she occasionaly talked to him when she passed his cell. However this new pleasantry was brought on by a bad thing, Harleen had started making trips to the Jokers cell, which was a few steps from his own.
                          
Edward could tell the Joker had plans for her. The way he watched her when she walked by, like a predator watching his prey. His eyes were hungry, but for what? The Riddler didn't know the answer for a change.
                          
The first conversation Harley and The Riddler was 3 weeks ago, it would be one he remembered. Around 2.03pm on a thursday, Edward was leaning against the metal ledge which extended into his cell leaving a small gap to see passers by.
                          
He was reading a book, an 'american' classic: To Kill a Mockingbird'. Something he never got round to reading through school, so far...it was humbling. Nigma heard the unfamiliar click of high heels coming his way, he turned his head slightly in mild curiosity.
                          
Heading his way, in her white doctors jacket, too tight pencil skirt and small high heels was Dr. Harleen Quinzel. Edward got butterfly's, a feeling it took him a while to identify. He shook himself slightly, regaining sense. She was merely somewhat attractive female. Edward Nigma had no need to felt this way about a woman, whose intellect would obviously be inferior to his own. But Edward forgot something important, he was a nerd. Faced with an attractive woman. This often resulted in a calamity.
                          
She hadn't seen him yet, slyly Edward pushed his book between the bars until it fell and landed with a thud on the floor. He saw Dr. Quinzels shadow coming towards his cell. He panicked slightly, what if he had food around his mouth or his bright red hair was a complete mess?! No time to worry about that now, he was staring at the top of her blonde hair as she picked his book up.
                          
Harleen stood up and smiled, she slid the book between the bars, her soft hands brushing his as he grabbed the book. "Hello Mr. Nigma, I don't think we've met before. I'm Dr. Harleen Quinzel" Edward felt himself nervously smile, god. He felt like such a... geek! "Good evening Dr. Quinzel. It is a pleasant to meet you. But first I must ask you a riddle." Harley furrowed her brow "Oh? And what riddle may that be?"
                          
Riddler grinned at her, his talent coming into play "Give me food and I will live, give me water and I will die. What am I?" He desperately hoped she could answer it.
                          
Harley smiled and tilted her head to the side in amused thought. "AH" She exclaimed, making the Riddler jump. "Fire." She smiled, pleased with herself.
                          
Riddler laughed "Yes, you are both brains and beauty, my, we are in luck!"
                          
Did he really just say that? Wow, smooth moves Nigma.
                          
Harleen blushed and was still smiling sweetly "Are you enjoying the book by the way? I read it in high school" She was very pretty. More than pretty, beautiful. "Yes, it is very interesting however slightly morose for my taste... may I ask , what brings you here?" Edward didn't care to beat around the bush today, he was too curious.
                          
Harleen frowned slightly, very slight but the Riddler noticed. "I have to see one of my patients about something said in an earlier session."
                          
"Joker?" Riddler knew the answer but asked anyway.
                          
Harley flinched slightly and looked away "Well-"
                          
" Really , he's hopeless. Don't bother, spend your time more wisely." Edward proclaimed.
                          
Harleen turned away at this "I believe my expertise give me more right to diagnose my own patients thank you very much ." she hissed and started to walk away.
                          
Edward panicked "Wait!" Harley stopped and turned her head in acknowledgement.
                          
"Please.. I would very much like to converse with you again. Maybe test you with some more riddles?" He grinned in a cocky way.
                          
Harey did a half smile, small but noticeable. "Yes Edward, that would be nice." And with that walked out of sight.
                          
Ever since, he was booked in for one session a week with her to discuss his hobbies and interests. It made his week to see her however he still knew the reason she came past his cell three times a week, to see Joker.
                          
Still...Riddler was plotting. Plotting to convince her to be happy. Planning for her to get rid of the Joker.
                          
When there is a will, there is a way.