Chapter Three
Dr. Harleen Quinzel opened a file on her desk. The patient/doctor meeting had been set for 2:30 P.M., examination room 201.
"Patient: Julian Gregory Day…'Calendar Man'." Harley mused. "Patient has committed crimes correlating to days of the calendar, specifically holidays or anniversaries."
She retrieved a pencil from her tray and began scribbling notes. "This ought to be interesting," she said.
Picking up her files, she closed the door behind her and proceeded down the hall to the holding cells. Walking "Rogues Way" gave her chills, but she seemed to always manage to keep her cool. Arkham had a funny way of spooking you.
"I say, Miss?" a male voice called out to her. "Might I have a word?" She stopped just past the cell door. Turning, the door read: "Unknown."
"What can I do for you?" she asked, slowly moving toward the door, its open window staring at her like the maw of a wild animal.
She peered inside. It was dimly lit, but she could just make out a figure in the shadows.
"I was wondering when we were going to have a chat," the voice said. "It gets awfully lonely in here, what with no one to talk to. And I've heard about you. You're a good listener I'm told."
Harleen thought for a moment. "I'm a psychiatrist. That's what we do. We listen."
The voice laughed. "Yes, yes…you do." He was silent. "So whaddya say?"
"I'll have to see if I can fit you into my schedule. I'm pretty full." She flipped through her notebook. "I'll pencil you in for next Thursday."
The voice remained silent. Moments passed. She began to get antsy. "Is that O.K.?"
"That would be lovely."