Chapter 3

I had the same dream but this time I saw the strange figure's eyes. They were a nice silver color and they were smiling.

I woke up by the ring of my doorbell. I jumped up and looked at the time. 7: oo am! Shit, it was Bruce. I ran to the front door and opened it.

"Good morn…," he began to say, but he saw I was half asleep and not ready. "Well, I guess I was your alarm this morning, Dr. Quinzel."

"Call me Harley! And indeed you were. I must get ready, but I'll be late."

"Don't worry, I'll call Mrs. Jones. Go get ready, Harley." He took his phone out and called my boss.

I took a five minute shower and grabbed my purple dress. I quickly put it on and put my hair in a quick bun. I decided not to put my contacts in and instead wore my glasses. I quickly put some make-up on and grabbed my black high heels and ran out of my room. Bruce was cooking me breakfast, eggs and bacon.

"Where you get that food from?" I stated.

"Oh, I had Alfred quickly go to the local store and buy you some groceries. Make your lunch; I'm almost done with your breakfast."

I went into the fridge, to find the whole store was bought. "Bruce, this is way too much. I could have gone shopping tomorrow. Really, I'm fine."

"You would have be late if it wasn't for me so be grateful, Harley." He laughed, like he hadn't for years. "Anyway, you can't not eat for 24 hours!"

"I was going to eat with you, remember?" I took some lettuce and fruit and precooked chicken. "But thank you, anyway."

"Your welcome. So who gave you those flowers?" I forgot that he sent me those flowers.

"Umm… an old friend of mine. Apparently they are living in Gotham now and they heard I was moving here." I ran over to the flowers and grabbed the note and threw it out.

"What was that?" He asked, confused.

"It was a dead flower and I don't really like them that much. Dead things make me really depressed."

With that, I made my salad and he continued to make my breakfast. It was amazing; he cooks quite well for a millionaire. After I was finished, we headed over to Arkham. Again, it was depressing looking. Bruce walked me in and we headed to the third floor. We took the elevator and it was playing a song that sounded like a death march. When we got to the floor, I saw a huge office. It was literally just an office with a door on the side of the room. It was very gloomy for it was all grey. I really wish I could put some color in it.

"Mrs. Jones! It's Bruce Wayne."

"Hello Mr. Wayne." A woman came out from that door. She was wearing all white, yes finally another color. She looked as though all the color from her was pulled out and she's left just soulless. She had brown hair, which was cut into a pixie and had hazel blue eyes. She looked like she would be 30, but with all life being pulled out, she kinda looked 50. On her lab coat, it had Elizabeth Jones on it in silver lettering.

"Good morning Doctor Jones. I have brought Harleen to work today as a request of hers."

"Oh, well hello there. I'm very excited that you said you would like to work here." She said shaking my hand. She didn't look excited, she kinda looked worried. "Now let's talk about where you will be working. Please sit down."

I took a seat and Bruce sat right next to me. Jones continued, "Now, the board members and I thought it would be a good idea if you worked in section 3. Criminally Insane." Bruce made a gulp sound.

"So, exactly who is in section 3? And why am I good for there?" I demanded, terrified.

"Well, anyone criminally insane. Anyone who is basically insane for the purpose of killing. For example, The Penguin; he just got in here I believe two weeks ago. Poison Ivy has been here for a month and The Riddler for a year. The only problem is most of them can escape, and go back killing others. We choose you because you studied psychiatry."

"Oh, I see. I'm up for it then. Tell me who to see and I'll fix them up."

"Hmm… go see The Riddler. I'll think he's a good start. I'll show you to him." She walked over to the elevator and me and Bruce followed behind. She pushed the button for level 1, basement 3. We stood in silence and when we got to the floor, I could hear was laughter.

"Shut it, Joker!" A woman yelled in the angriest voice I ever heard. "You're fucking annoying! Who cares? Because no one doesn't give two shits that you killed people with a fucking jack-in-the-box!"

"The truth is, sweetie, someone cares. Somewhere, someplace a person cares. I mean come on, Ivy; I mean they never even caught me!" A laugh came from his voice. His voice was very unsettling. "Look what we have here! DOCTOR QUINZEL HOW ARE YOU?"

I literally jumped out of my skin. How did he know I was Quinzel? "I forgot to mention, I told our patients you were coming." Dr. Jones said.

"Oh, well hello there." I said unsettle.

"Let's go to the Riddler's room." Bruce said, knowing I was afraid.

We walked past the two villains fighting through the glass. The Joker was hotter in person, he had a nice abed body and he his smile shined more than the picture. On the other side of the hallway was Poison Ivy, and my god I wanted to hug her. She was so upset and lonely and pissed, I felt badly. She didn't even look like she was evil, she looked misunderstood. We kept walking until we got to a man with brown hair and very skinny body. He was wearing an hospital gown and he looked normal.

(I'll see you next week and you'll find out who that man is)