Dr. Harleen Quinzel is the most celebrated psychiatrist at Arkham Asylum. Ever since Dr. Crane went crazy and was admitted to the hospital, she's had quite the workload. She's yet to meet the most interesting of her new patients. Crane didn't leave many notes on him. No name, no next of kin, no nothing. Some people have been saying this is the one that drove him crazy. This patient turned Crane into the Scarecrow. Harleen would be afraid if she weren't so excited.
She makes her way down the concrete hallway, her heels loud on the shining floor. Almost loud enough to drown out the screams from residents… almost. She rounds a corner, entering another hall, lined with the same heavy metal doors, filled with people in pain. At the end is an identical door, except this one has an armed guard. This is where her new patient resides.
A ground shaking laugh fills the hall, silencing all other inmates. -That must be him,- she decides. She greets the guard with a nod and he opens the door for her to reveal a cozy little room. A thin mattress lays on a slab of metal about two feet off of the ground and a shining metal toilet sits at the back of the room, hidden behind the sink. Less than a foot from the doorway is where he stands.
He's bound by the straight jacket, but that that doesn't take the smile from his face. It's not a happy smile, but a psychotic one. His face is caked in smudged white make-up, dirtied from his stay in the not too friendly asylum. His smile is outlined with blood red lipstick, extending past the corners of his mouth, drawing an even bigger grin on. His hair is a messy green, matching his eyes that stare at Harleen, unblinking.
He opens his mouth, revealing large yellowed teeth, and he lets out a small chuckle before stepping back and swinging his shoulder towards the back of the room. "Come in, come in!" He laughs. "Welcome to my humblest abode!" Harleen accepts this invitation and enters, not sure quite what awaits for her inside the mind of this man. The door behind her slowly closes, the lock clicking shut.