Session one

Harley takes a deep breath. She glances between the clock and the door to her office in anticipation.

It's okay. Jerry said I'm ready for this. But then again, I did 'convince' him a little. But I mean, he's my boss, he wouldn't assign me with one of the level threes if I wasn't ready. Right? Of corse I'm ready. He's just a man. Granted, he's the man who tried to poison the city last year, and used to have Jerrys job. When I asked for a tougher case, I thought he'd assign me a serial killer or a schitzofrenic. Not a newly admitted psychopath! And you know he's gonna be pissed. Why the hell do I have to be his first doctor?! Answer: nobody wants to treat their boss. Joan said that he was arrogant ass but I'm sure she isn't the only doctor who thinks so.

Harley snaps out of her thoughts as she hears knocking from outside the door.

"Dr Quinzel? I'm here with Mr Crane."

"Doctor."

"Yeah, you keep telling yourself that."

"I remember medical school quite clearly. Just as I remember you keeping quiet about my experiments on the security cameras."

Harley rolls her eyes.

"Come in."

The door opens and a security guard leads a very annoyed Johnatan Crane, restrained by a strait jacket, to the chair opposite Harleys. The guard roughly shoves him into the seat, receiving a cold glare from Crane. Harley smiles warmly at the guard.

"You can leave us now."

"Are you sure? If you are uncomfortable, I can stay and make sure he stays in line."

"That's alright. I'm not afraid of him."

Crane smirks. "I'll have to fix that."

The guard raises an eyebrow. "Are you sure you'll be okay?"

"Of corse."

"Fine. But if there's any trouble..."

"There's a panic button under her desk and enough sedatives in her desk to put down an elephant. Jerimiah wouldn't allow her to treat me if she didn't know the protocol. She says that she's fine, you can leave now."

The guard gives her a questioning look and Harley nods at him. He leaves them in the room alone. Harley turns back to Crane and switches on her tape recorder.

"Dr Quinzel overseeing patient 27263, otherwise known as Johnatan Crane, otherwise known as... The scarecrow. How are you adjusting to arkham, Johnatan?"

"Let's see, how would you feel if not one, but two highly successful careers that you worked hard for were suddenly ripped from you? Then to add insult to injury, you are locked away in your place of work. To have the doctor they assign you is completely inexperienced and probably spent more time spreading her legs than actually studying. It's utterly degrading and almost as humiliating as Miss Dawes being allowed to live after she dared to criticize my work. Tell me doctor, do you have even the slightest idea how degrading any of those things are?!"

"Can't say that I do. But it doesn't matter what you think of me, you'd hate anyone who treated you. That's probably why they gave me you."

"Wouldn't put it past them. They dispised me as I did them. Seeing as I'm your first, tell me Harlein..."

"How do you know my name?" Alarm tinted in her voice.

"I have my ways. So tell me, what are your theories on me?"

Harley shifts in her seat and clears his throat. Crane smirks.

"The medical version or my personal ideas?"

He raises an eyebrow in intrest.

"Yours."

"To be frank, based on the past few minutes and from your file, I'd say you have serious issues, but not what they diagnois you as. Technically, you are a psychopath seeing as you lack empathy. You're arrogant, manipulative, narcacistic, and based on your file, I'd say you have DID. But most of your previous employees were probably too afraid of losing your jobs to say anything about your erratic behavior. Then for the past nine months, you've been keeping a low profile by hiding your drugs in ecstasy. That is, until you got tied up and left for the police via the Batman. Am I close?"

"More than you realize. I'm impressed, you actually use some of that ten percent of your brain."

"And you're trying to scare me off by acting like an ass because part of you probably gets off on fear."

He glares at Harley.

"That's hardly professional conversation between a doctor and patient. Besides, I don't enjoy fear in that sense. It interests me. It controls every aspect of our lives, if you control fear, you control everyone. To have power over fear...is to rule over everything. Everybody fears something and therefore everyone can be controlled."

"Then tell me doctor, if everybody fears something, what do you fear?"

"I fear nothing. I am fear. I am the scarecrow, the master of fear."

"That's hypocritical, your ideals are flawed beyond belief."

"Mine make complete sense to a worthy mind, what do you fear Harlein?"

"I refuse to play into your delusional beliefs."

"Then I won't play into yours."

"Mine aren't delusional."

"You refuse to see fear as the power it is. That my intrest in it is almost textbook delusion."

"This is my session, not yours Dr Crane."

Crane smiles smugly and leans back in his seat.

"You call me by my title. That's hardly professional. Considering my liscense was snatched away the moment I was caught tampering with the water supply. I like you Dr Quinzel, when my inevitable escape comes, I will not dispose of you. Your mind on the other hand, I can't promise the same protection."