Prologue
Months. It had been months since Harleen Quinzel had graduated college, Hadlynn Duchess Quinzel had graduated high school and months since the two had even talked. But here the youngest Quinzel was, bags in both hands, tears in her eyes, pleading in her voice. Pleading. Harleen had always had a soft spot for Hadlynn, but in the passed few years, the eighteen year old had put both her and her parents through a storm of worry.
Hadlynn wasn't like anyone she'd ever met. She was truly an addict of drugs and alcohol by the time she was seventeen. Of course she kept good grades, she was never arrested for her crazy party schemes, but she was caught many times in their own household, whether it be completely stoned or utterly wasted.
But she didn't need her little sister's mayhem right now.
Tomorrow, only tomorrow she started her sessions with The Joker! And her sister surely wouldn't let her sleep, and she needed sleep, especially for tomorrow. She needed to be alert, very, very alert. If she even yawned she knew her manipulative and conniving patient would take advantage of her tired state and twist himself into her head with ease. No. No. No. Hadlynn could sleep outside the door if she needed to, but she sure wasn't getting in Harleen's apartment to raise hell.