"I need you to clarify this for me Dr Quinnzel" Dr Arkham said seriously, his cold hands were placed together and resting on his large wooden desk as he lent forward 'you want to take sessions with the Joker?" He let out a sigh of amusement "of all of the criminals in Arkham Asylum?"
The young, blonde physiatrist seated in front of him pursed her lips "like I told you before Dr Arkham, the psychiatrists here at the Asylum haven't been very successful at solving the Joker" the man at the desk cleared his throat and straightened his tie nervously "the psychiatrists here at Arkham Asylum are only the best, we have discovered the Joker is impossible to cure".
Harleen smiled looking down at her shoes and shaking her head "yes and I'm sure Dr Crane was one of Arkham's 'best' physiatrists" she replied sarcastically, mentioning the psychotic patient a few rooms over.
"Dr Crane worked hard with his patients, before they drove him mad" he said firmly .
"By torturing them with a fear gas!?" Harleen said loudly, she calmed her self before continuing "Mr Arkham your 'curing' of these patients is horrible, these people need psychiatric help, not punishment, and I intend to do that" she sat up straight, her words were strong and confident.
"Oh I see" doctor Arkham said, a smirk plastered on his face "you want to play hero, like Batman"
"No!" said Dr Quinzel quickly "I want to be nothing like that cruel...bastard!"
"Your not a fan then..." Dr Arkham added sarcastically.
"He beats these people senseless, leaving them with broken bones and scars. They may be criminals, but like I said before these people need help, not punishment!"
She let out an annoyed sigh "The physiatrists here at Arkham Asylum have been steering in the wrong direction this entire time, it is possible to cure the Joker" she said firmly "in my books, nothing is impossible".
Dr Arkham leant back in his seat, a smirk twitching on his mouth "and you believe you can 'fix' the Joker?"
"Oh Dr Arkham" the Doctor sighed "you can only see my age and gender, I know you have barley grazed my qualifications, and you have no intention at letting me even look at The Joker, let alone study him"
She smiled, tilting her head to the side "I can cure the Joker" she said confidently "trust me 'sir' I will not fail you".
Harleen collected her paperwork, pushed her chair back with a screech and walked slowly towards the door.
As she reached for the old door knob, she paused "and Dr Arkham, you better make up your mind soon, we wouldn't want the Joker to escape again and kill even more of Gotham's citizens. I don't think the people would be very happy with that"
The doctor smiled before closing the door softly behind her and let out a sigh of relief "okay Harleen" she whispered to herself "you've got him hooked".
She made her way towards the large door before she stopped and turned around towards the bustling reception.
Security guards were tackling screaming patients to the ground, Phyciatrists were running around to their next appointments, papers flying everywhere.
Harleen smiled "and soon I will be working here" she breathed happily.
She shoved her files into her brown leather bag and tucked a stray piece of hair behind her ear.
She tapped her foot on the hard ground and smoothed out her red silky blouse, while checking the time on her rose gold watch.
"And 3,2-"
"Dr Quinzel!"
Harleen looked up and plastered a fake surprised look on her face as Dr Arkham ran over to her.
He took her hand in his and shook it "your hired!" he said while gasping for breath.
She gasped "really, Sir, I am honoured! Thank you!"
"You will start next week, I will get a fellow physiatrist to show you to your office"
She thanked him and again as he turned to walk away.
Harleen smirked at his retreating figure.
Dr Arkham turned towards an African-American woman with short dark hair and began to talk to her in a formal manner while looking back at Harleen a few times.
She nodded as the man next to her handed her a stack of files, before making her way towards the blonde who was waiting a excited smile on her face.
"Hello Dr Quinzel, my name is Dr Sterino" she held out her hand formerly.
Harleen shook it smiling "please, call me Harley, everyone does!" said enthusiastically, trying to befriend her fellow colleague.
She ignored the statement and turned her back to Harley before walking away muttering "follow me" behind her.
Harleen trailed behind the woman, a slight frown on her face.
They ventured through twists and turns until they reached a bare office.
Dr Sterino took a white card out of her pocket and opened the glass door by scanning the card against a red light.
"This is your key, guard it with your life, literally" Harleen took the card nervously and attached it to her ID badge strung across her neck.
"You will be starting next week, until then study up on Ivy and the Clown-"
Harleen felt a confused look cross her face "wait, excuse me I thought I would only be assessing The Joker"
"Oh yes, we are short on physiatrists so you will also be taking Pamela Isley or more commonly known as-"
"Poison Ivy" she finished.
"So until we can get a better doctor you will be taking Isley, that's probably why Arkham hired you" she said flatly as Harley struggled to keep her death glare at a minimum.
She held the files tight to her chest as the woman in front of her continued, "this will be you office for most of your career, unless you get a promotion-" she paused as her eyes traveled up and down "-which You shouldn't get your hopes up for"
Harleen smiled sweetly "I like my chances" she said said with a slight tone to her voice.
"Here is your timetable" she said handing a small piece of paper to her.
"Will that be all?" she said trying her hardest to make the doctor leave.
"Yes, goodbye Dr Quinnzel"
"Goodbye" Harley said as nicely as her mind would let her.
Dr Sterino closed to door loudly behind her Harleen muttered a curse word under her breath as she collapsed back into the padded chair at her new desk.
She stared at the wall for a while as her mind gathered its self back together again.
Harleen let out a sigh as she stood up and surveyed the bare room in front of her.
There was a glass desk that curved to meet with a tall white filing cabinet, a printer that was placed neatly on the desk in the corner, a computer and a light that hung in the middle that- in Harley's opinion -lit up the room nicely.
"Could use some colour" she said to herself as she stood up, Harley reached into her brown leather bag and pulled out her slightly crumpled files and organised them neatly into the filing cabinets with The Joker's and Ivy's papers.
She took out some basic stationary and put them in a drawer and placed her silver laptop on the desk.
"Now to get to work" she sighed and pulled the files out of the cabinet.
She checked to see that she would be taking Poison Ivy on Tuesdays and Thursdays, and The Joker on Mondays, Wednesday and half of Friday.
Harleen opened up Pamela's fat folder and started to skim read the files.
ARKHAM ASYLUM
NAME: Dr. Pamela Lillian Isley
ALIAS: Poison Ivy
SEX: Female
AGE: 29
HEIGHT: 5'9
APPEARANCE: Red hair, Green skin, Green Eyes
STATUS: Insane
ABILITIES: Ability to control plant life and has a mystical connection with plants through a force called the Green. Secretes various floral toxins to injure or intoxicate. Immunity to all toxins, bacteria, and viruses. Expert in botany and toxicology. Superb Hand-to-Hand combatant.
There was graduation photos, school results, mug shots and many news paper clippings.
SEATTLE TIMES
ARREST IN THE SOUTH
Dr Jason Woodrue, arrested for kidnap and illegal experimentation. Student, Pamela Isely is left an a coma.
SEATTLE TIMES
GREEN FREAK!
Pamela Isely wakes up from a six month coma with green skin and red hair. See more on page sixteen...
SEATTLE TIMES
PLANT MAYHEM!
Pamela Isely destroys toxic waste factor with killer plants! (Pg. 12)
WANTED
Pamela Isley (Poison Ivy)
5'7, Red hair, Green Skin
Call 911, do not approach
Reward: $10,000
THE GOTHAM
POSION IVY STRIKES AGAIN!
People are in panic as Poison Ivy (Pamela Isely) is releasing her deadly plants in Downtown.
WANTED
Pamela Isley (Poison Ivy)
5'7, Red hair, Green Skin
Call 911, do not approach
Reward: $1,000,000
GOTHAM MAIL
POSION IVY ARRESTED!
Pamela Isely is finally arrested by Gotham's hero Batman "Isely will be taken into custody and taken to Arkham Asylum for treatment" -Jim Gordon (GCPD)
Harley gasped at the newspapers, how could people say things like this?!
"No wonder she wanted to attack people" she whispered.
Picking up a picture that was tucked in with the first newspaper clipping she looked at it with a small smile on her face, it was a small baby with a tuff of brown hair, giggling at the camera.
She collected a pile of pictures and sorted through each of them, their was a graduation picture of a young girl with frizzy brown hair, freckles and braces, a picture of the same girl out side of a university and a few "missing" posters.
There we are few photos of dead bodies with bright greens eyes which Harley quickly skipped as she struggled not to vomit.
Moving onto the next folder, she opened it up, it was very thin.
She picked up an Arkham file an started to search through it.
ARKHAM ASYLUM
NAME: Unknown
ALIAS: The Joker
SEX: Male
AGE: Unknown
HEIGHT: approx. 6'2
APPEARANCE: Green hair (may have been brown), Green Eyes, white skin
STATUS: Psychotic, Critically Insane
ABILITIES: Criminal mastermind, expert chemist, utilizes weaponized props and toxins.
Harleen shuffled through a few blurred mugshots and newspaper clippings before she gave up.
There was nothing her that she could use, everything that was in here she had already memorized from her previous research during College.
She closed the folder and leaned back in her chair, taking off her glasses and rubbing her temples.
She checked the time and sighed, she shrugged her white lab coat off and stood up.
Harley felt her stomached gurgle with hunger as she unlocked her door, she grumbled about the security as she walked down the corridors.
A sudden piercing alarm caused Harley to crouch over slightly and slam her hands over her ears.
A physiatrist ran out of her office, she had auburn and pale skin, she looked around her a look of complete terror on her face.
"Is this a drill?!" She yelled over the sirens, screams echoed in the walls as Harleen turned white.
"Quickly!" The physiatrist screamed open her door as doorsteps neared the hall.
Harleen stood in complete shock, her legs didn't seem to be working.
She felt an arm grab hers and pull her into the room, the woman locked the door behind her.
"Under the desk, we can't be seen!" She yelled, both of the doctors dived down as the footsteps drew closer.
Harleen sucked in a breath as the door handle rattled violently.
The pit of fear in her stomach grew as many harsh shadows reflected on the floor through the glass.
The physiatrist had a hand over her mouth in an effort to keep as silent as possible.
"Oh Dr Cassidy..." a low croaky voice sang, "I know your in there..."
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How do you like my new story?
All of these characters (including Dr Cassidy) are not mine and all credit goes to DC comics
I am building this story using a few comic strips and YouTube videos, not all of this will be very accurate or in order.
Please tell me now if I have done something totally wrong and I will try my hardest to fix it!
Constructive criticism is much appreciated!
Thank you for reading,
Boo xx?