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Silent Echo
Guest
Harley dressed herself smartly for her first day at Arkham Asylum. She'd had her doctorates in psychology for a while now, but they had transferred her from her current location to Arkham for a number of reasons she supposed. Her colleges called her weird, and eccentric behind her back, but to her face they called her quirky and too sweet for words. Mix that with the fact that a number of her patients had resorted to committing suicide and well, here she was with the worst of the worst in the hopes that perhaps her eccentricity might rub off on one of them and there would be one less major criminal here in Gotham.
As it turned out, Professor Hugo Strange had asked for her specifically, but Harley wasn't aware of that fact just yet. As she left her small apartment in the heart of Gotham, her neighbor came home, bumping into her as she always did with utter disregard, mumbling under her breath for Harley to watch where she was going while Harley herself would apologize and hurry toward the elevator. On the inside though, she was screaming at her to watch herself lest she shove her house keys into her fucking throat. But she'd never say that out loud. Not in a million years.
Pulling her coat over her breast she headed out into the grey of the day, driving her beat up car to Arkham and entering its gates. Her new tags were given to her prior to her getting there, as were the files of those she'd be taking on as new patients. Edward Nigma, Oswald Cobblepot, Harvey Dent, and the Joker. It seemed that Joker didn't have any other name other than that. His file was the most interesting to Harley. An alias so ingrained that no one knew who he really was other than the persona he portrayed. It was highly unusual. Everyone had a background. Joker, however, did not appear to at all.
So as a result, she set her schedule around him, going through the motions of everyone else before saving him for last so that she could focus more of her time on him. Taking a mild break to eat something and get a cup of coffee, she waited while they escorted Mr. Joker to the room she'd be interviewing him in for their first session, before finally going there herself, opening the door and stepping inside.
"Hello Mr. Joker. My name is Dr. Harleen Quinzel. I'll be your new psychiatrist here at Arkham. It is my hope to eventually rehabilitate you back into the norms of society," she started to say to him, sitting down in her chair across from him, setting down his file and her cup of coffee. "So tell me Mr. Joker, how best do /you/ think I can help you to do that?"
As it turned out, Professor Hugo Strange had asked for her specifically, but Harley wasn't aware of that fact just yet. As she left her small apartment in the heart of Gotham, her neighbor came home, bumping into her as she always did with utter disregard, mumbling under her breath for Harley to watch where she was going while Harley herself would apologize and hurry toward the elevator. On the inside though, she was screaming at her to watch herself lest she shove her house keys into her fucking throat. But she'd never say that out loud. Not in a million years.
Pulling her coat over her breast she headed out into the grey of the day, driving her beat up car to Arkham and entering its gates. Her new tags were given to her prior to her getting there, as were the files of those she'd be taking on as new patients. Edward Nigma, Oswald Cobblepot, Harvey Dent, and the Joker. It seemed that Joker didn't have any other name other than that. His file was the most interesting to Harley. An alias so ingrained that no one knew who he really was other than the persona he portrayed. It was highly unusual. Everyone had a background. Joker, however, did not appear to at all.
So as a result, she set her schedule around him, going through the motions of everyone else before saving him for last so that she could focus more of her time on him. Taking a mild break to eat something and get a cup of coffee, she waited while they escorted Mr. Joker to the room she'd be interviewing him in for their first session, before finally going there herself, opening the door and stepping inside.
"Hello Mr. Joker. My name is Dr. Harleen Quinzel. I'll be your new psychiatrist here at Arkham. It is my hope to eventually rehabilitate you back into the norms of society," she started to say to him, sitting down in her chair across from him, setting down his file and her cup of coffee. "So tell me Mr. Joker, how best do /you/ think I can help you to do that?"