I m really doing this she thought to herself. She drove into a designated parking space printed with her name. Harleen Quinzel Harleen Quinzel she hated that name.
I wish they could just have put Harley but Noooooo It has to be full name she thought. She got out of the car, and walked up to yet another set of iron doors, took another deep breath and walked inside.
She walked up to the front desk, to find a rather older lady typing away on her keyboard. Harley cleared her throat. Uh hum. The older lady quit typing, and looked up. Can I help you? she asked a bit rudely.
Um yes I m Doctor Harleen (she almost gagged) Quinzel Oh! I m so sorry! You must excuse me for my rudeness I thought you were we another one of those reporters, looking to get an interview with him .
Harley made a questioning look. that s quite alright, but what do you mean by him The older lady looked shocked. Well, we have that freak with the scars you know him Harley understood now.
Yes the joker is my patient I m the one who will be doing his psychiatric evaluations. The older lady looked horrified. Oh my I m .sorry its just your new here, and this is your first job are you sure you will be alright ? Harley laughed inside.
She smiled and said yes ma am, I think I am going to be ok I am more than capable of taking care of myself, thanks
the older lady tried her best to keep her composure, she had heard that the joker was a master manipulator and had already turned four of his evaluators into the hospital for mentle breakdowns, and no one wanted to go near him, even she was having trouble sleeping.
It seemed that every one was on edge with the joker. Just them the door behind the counter opened. Good morning Judie a man in a nice suit, and glasses said. Oh! Thank you Dr. the older lady smiled sweetly, and remembered why he was here. Ah, Dr. Crain, this is Dr .. Harleen Quinzel .
Harley smiled sweetly and held out her hand to shake. Its nice to meet you Dr. Crain . The man gestured for her to follow him through the door he came out of. He walked with her down a hallway.
he took her hand and shook it saying Harleen, that is an interesting name . I ve heard so much about you Harley didn t know weather to be flattered or disgusted she heard the rumors about her how she slept her way through collage to get were she was today.
Whether or not toughs rumors were true were for her and only her to know. Thank you Dr. Crain she mustered to say. please harleen, call me Jonathan he said.
Harley smiled. She wanted to tell him to call her Harley but couldn t. she couldn t place it but there was something about this man that wasn t quite right and that frightened her.
He walked her past several doors until he came to one labeled the office of Dr. Quinzel Ah, and here we are ms Quinzel. Your new office. I hope you will find it quite eloquent . Crain said with a smile.
well ill leave you alone to get settled in. if you need anything my office is just around the corner. thanks again! Harley said. She opened her door, and stepped into the most gorgeous office she had ever seen.
The room had a beautifully crafted oak desk. A comfy leather chair, and shelves of books that pertained to psychiatry and numerous other professions.
The window was covered by wood blinds that made the room have just the perfect light to it. When she opened the blinds, she was amazed at the view she had of the city.
In her 26 years never had she seen something so wonderful and it was all hers. She beamed with pride. She sat down on the leather couch by the window. When she saw a letter on her desk.
hmm I wonder what that could be ? she thought. She walked over to her desk and read the letter.
Dear ms. Harleen Quinzel, first off, let me congratulate you on your overwhelming success in psychiatric analysis. I would like to speak to you about your assignment with patient 441979 better known as The Joker please come and see me as soon as possible. Thank you again for your cooperation
-Dr. Jeremiah Arkham
Harley opened her door and headed for Dr. Arkham s office. oh wow Dr. Arkham wants to see me! she thought. Her heart quickened when she arrived at a door labeled the office of Dr. Jeremiah Arkham She took a deep breath and turned the handle.
The door squeaked a little too much then she would have liked. Ah Dr. Quinzel, how nice to see you! Please come in, come in! She was amazed at how nice he was he wasn t like the rumors she had heard.
Please Ms. Quinzel, take a seat. Harley sat down on a leather chair across his desk. Tell me Harleen he began. Harley she said.
okay then tell me Harley, what made you take the assignment of our Mr. Joker ? he asked. Well, I wanted to challenge myself. I want to help him. He .I don t know intrigues me I guess. she told him.
hmm I see. miss Quinzel are you aware of the Jokers last Evaluators? he said. yes, I was told that they were sent to the hospital for mental breakdowns . She told him.
yes but do you know why ? he asked .Harley thought. well not exactly but I could imagine the joker got to them. what do you mean exactly? Dr. Arkham asked.
well the Joker is a master manipulator. He thinks of him self as an agent of chaos someone who doesn t plan things out. That he just dose things randomly and expects an outcome that is to his advantage she said.
and do you believe that ? Said Dr. Arkham. what? That he just does things randomly ? she asked. Yes Dr. Arkham said. No, I do not think the joker works that way.
As you can see from his files, he was able to rig several tons of explosives to Gotham General, weeks before the explosion, we can see that that wasn t just random he also had close sources working with Harvey Dent and Salvatore Moronie, and was able to assassinate -then- Commissioner low, and Judge surillo.
He was able to commandeer several police officer uniforms and attempt to assassinate the Mayor . He also was able to hijack a bus transporting Patients form Gotham General, and kidnap them and make them look as if they were the terrorists when really were the hostages she told him.
wow you ve really done you homework I m impressed. Thank you Dr. Arkham she said. I think you are ready for this assignment thanks Dr. Arkham I think I m ready too Harley said confidently.
Alright then, now go home and get a good nights rest. You ll need it. You ll be taking the big job tomorrow. I know you wont disappoint me. Dr. Arkham said.
I wont disappoint you, Dr. Arkham. I promise. she said. I know you ll make me proud. See you tomorrow Dr. Quinzel Dr. Arkham said. okay, i'll see you tomorrow Dr. Arkham. And thanks again . Harley said.
Harley walked out is office, down the hallway, passed Dr. Crain s office. She got a cold chill walking by there. Geeze, that guy gives me the creeps she thought to herself.
She opened the hallway door and stepped out into the main floor. Goodbye Harleen! Judie said to her. Harley tried her best not to scowl at her when she smiled back.
please Judie, call me Harley she said. Oh! Goodbye Harley! have a nice night! Judie said. Thanks Judie, you too Harley smiled and walked out of Arkham, to her car.
The drive home was nice, not too many cars on the road, not too odd on a Monday. She pulled into her driveway. She lived on the nicer side of town, and owned a small but very nice penthouse, curacy of her parents.
You see Harley was not a struggling adult. Her parents were what you call loaded. They had inheritance money from way back in the olden days, too long ago for Harley to remember, or care, for that matter.
Harley walked up the stairs, into her penthouse and shut the door, locking it. You can never be too safe in Gotham. She took a nice hot shower, and put on her pajamas, and crawled into bed. sweet dreams she thought to herself