She walks down the hallway, posed and perfect, blonde hair pulled into a bun, blue eyes sharp yet soft, comforting to those who need it and stern with those who require it.
Her head turns slightly as she walks and a sorrowful look fills her eyes, but she never stops, never slows, because today is not my day.
Today the doctor will not see me.
I sigh, removing my palms from the glass of my cell and return to the small bed they have shoved into a corner, sitting, because suddenly standing is too difficult.
The retreating form of the doctor makes a left turn; she's headed to see the one she obsesses over, the one who took her from this life, the one who broke her, the one who put her right back after he'd drained her of all her worth.
They call him the greatest villain in Gotham, they say he's the most insane of us all, and the most dangerous. What she sees in him, I'm not sure.
I hear her talking softly, her voice carries like an angel on the hollowed walls of the asylum.
The criminals beside me seem unfazed by her voice, but to me it is a rhythmic melody. Soft and sure, soothing my twisted mind.
Closing my eyes I focus and attempt to savor it, for I don't know when I'll hear it next.
Dr. Harleen Quinzell… once known as Harley Quinn. She is a psychiatrist at Arkham Asylum, where Gotham's most wanted criminals are sent for "safe keeping".
Every day she will walk these halls, wasting breath on broken souls who will never change their lives, for anything, or anyone.
Yet despite that, she tries, taking care of each one, never noticing the hours she wastes.
This is what I notice most of all.
I can't say that due to her counseling I will ever change, but Dr. Quinzell has changed me in certain ways, so I don't think there is anymore need for that.
So, because there is nothing more she can do, or will do, for that matter, all I can do for her is sit and waste in my cell… hoping for my day.
That's what I get for falling in love with a doctor.