Chapter Two
The next day, during their recreation time, Harley, Ivy, and Catwoman all discussed what happened to them during their "Therapy" session with Dr. Crane.
"So. . . " Harley started, "How was y'all's lunch with the doc?"
"Horrible." Ivy said. "He. . . Wanted to know what I fear, and. . . " She stopped, wincing slightly.
"Same here." Harley and Selina both said.
"We need to figure out a way to get outta here," Catwoman said.
Harley nodded her head. "Yeah we do, so we don't have to deal with THAT everyday."
They thought this over for a good while and then Ivy piped up. "I have an idea!" she exclaimed.
"What?" Harley and Catwoman said excitedly.
"Well," Ivy said, "You both know that Dr. Crane is Scarecrow, right?"
"Yeah," said Catwoman.
"Of course!" Harley said.
"Well," Pamela continued, "Since he's a villain, and we are too, we could PROBABLY bribe him into writing a release slip for us."
Catwoman rolled her eyes.
"And HOW exactly are we gonna convince him that that's a good idea?"
"I know!" Harley said happily. "We can tell him that right when we get out, we'll go to the bank and get him a bunch of money, but we won't really give it to him!"
"Sounds like a good idea to me!" Catwoman said.
"I like it." Ivy agreed.
"Cool," Harley said, "We'll talk to him about it tonight then. . ."
• • •
A guard came to each of their cells that night and let them out.
"It's time for your therapy session. Dr. Crane has requested that all three of you be together for this one."
Catwoman grinned.
"Purr-fect!"
"I'll escort you." The guarded stated.
They followed the guard down the hall and up three sets of stairs to the fifth floor, where Dr. Crane's office resided quietly.
The guard knocked on the wooden door of the office.
"Come in." They heard the doctor's voice say.
The guard opened the door and shoved the three criminals in. "All three of them, just like you asked."
Dr. Crane looked up from his paperwork on his desk through his rectangular-rimmed glasses, his short brown hair hanging slightly infront of his eyes. He grinned.
"Thank you." He said in a professional tone. "You may leave us now."
"Yes sir," the guard said, " I'll be right outside. If they try anything, just yell."
Dr. Crane smirked at the idea. "That won't be necessary.
And with that the guard closed the door.
Dr. Crane took off his glasses and sat them down on his desk. He rubbed his face then brought out his "special" briefcase and sat it down beside his glasses.
"WAIT!" Ivy yelped.
He sighed, almost angrily. "What is it, Pamela?"
"We have a proposition for you." Catwoman said quickly.
He put his glasses back on and leaned back in his chair, interested. "I'm listening. . ."
"Well. . ." Harley started, trying to come up with a good way to word what she was about to say. "We were wondering if you could write each of us a release form."
"Well, as you three are not cured of your insanity yet, that would not exactly be—"
Ivy held up a hand.
"Save it, Crane. That's not what we mean. We mean: Write us a release form and then in exchange, the moment we get out on the streets, we steal you a bunch of money from the bank."
He sat up and grinned.
"I like the idea. . . " He said thoughtfully. "But," he looked at the three of them seriously. "I will write the forms tomorrow morning and I will expect my money the following night."
Catwoman smiled, "No problem!"
"It's settled then!" Harley said, beaming.
The doctor stood up. "Okay, tomorrow then. Selina, Pamela, Harleen . . ." He nodded to each of them as he opened the door to his office for them and they walked up.