Who knew such pretty blue eyes could be so dark?
Insane, deranged, demented, touched, lunatic, mad, they all boiled down to the same thing.
Just plain crazy. That was what he was. Not even definable, normal kind of crazy, but unparalelled and bizzare insanity that threatened to peel the very paint off the walls.
Now, she wasn't saying he wasn't treatable, she just had absolutely no idea where to begin.
She ignored the looks that the staff gave her as she stalked past, her cherry red lips pressed into a tight line, heels clacking loudly in the silent hall.
It wasn't her fault that they assumed the worst of her. Just because she was pretty and young didn't mean she slept her way to the top. Far from it.
Taking this case had been the hardest undertaking of her life, and she had been through alot. Gotham State was known for their exceptional psych department, and she had worked her ass off to pay the tuition. Even with a gymnastics scholarship, it still cost a small nights waitressing at local diners, staying up to study until light peeked through the grimy window of her basement apartment.
But this... This topped it all.
Her most important case yet, and here she was, trapped inside a living hell.
Arkham was not a place for a pretty girl like Harleen Quinzel.