Her past self had taken control of her body, and she couldn't break free right away. Besides, Harley was genuinely curious about what was happening, so she stopped struggling.
"I'd like to see just what you're up to!"
Muttering, Harley looked in the direction "Harleen" indicated.
It was a large room in cool tones, but mostly empty, with a table in the middle and a chair on either side.
Harley couldn't have been more familiar with this scene.
"The Consultation Room at Arkham Asylum?" Harley glanced at her other self. "Why are you showing me this? I'm not a psychiatrist anymore."
"But you were, and one of the best." "Harleen" patted Harley's head. "Don't talk. Watch carefully."
What exactly do you want me to see...
Harley never voiced the question, because someone appeared, and she finally realized exactly what "Harleen" wanted her to see-
"Puddin’... and... me?"
Looking at the people sitting on opposite sides of the table, Harley quickly understood what this was.
"One of my therapy sessions with Puddin’... You want me to watch my memories?"
"Our memories," "Harleen" corrected.
"Is that necessary?" Harley clasped her hands over her heart, her eyes filled with adoration for her lover. "I remember every single moment I spent with Puddin’ perfectly."
"Yes, I believe you," "Harleen" said. "But this time, I want you to take a good look at these memories from an outsider's perspective. Maybe things aren't quite the way they are in your head..."
What could be different? They're my own memories. What surprises could there possibly be?
Harley looked at the "Harleen Two" from this point in time and pursed her lips. "Even if I'm mentally ill, I don't have multiple personalities. Isn't the concentration of 'me' in this room a little over the limit?"
"Don't make me