When she arrived, there was another intern outside his office. A female intern. She had fiercely rouged lips and her hair bounced in curls. Her heels were at least two inches higher than Dr Quinzel's. She resembled the girl in junior high who threatened to smash the coffee table unless Harleen did the project all by herself, whilst she made out with her boyfriend on the sofa. Dr Quinzel suddenly felt ridiculous. Why was she attempting to beat these interns in something she knew nothing about? She was a good doctor, but she knew nothing about what men want. Putting on the underwear her mom had bought her and a pair of stockings that had irritated her all the way to work wasn't going to win Dr Arkham over and give her a better chance in this place. She smiled meekly at the intern and turned to walk away, when Dr Arkham opened the door.
"Come in, Charlotte – Oh! Harleen, I see you're back. Ready to face another session with Mr Francis?"
Dr Quinzel turned back slowly and nodded at him. He surveyed the skirt and heels and grinned.
"Check your office," he said. "You might find something you like. Now, Charlotte…"
The intern flounced into his room. He stared at her behind as she walked through the doorway, smiled at Quinzel, and returned to his office.
She quickly made her way to her office, mortified by his grin. He knew what she had planned to do. But he'd already found someone else. Someone better. Maybe he'd come back to discuss her 'potential' after he was done with Charlotte. Her walk turned into a sprint as the embarrassment flooded through her. She slammed her office door shut and tried to hold back the hot tears in her eyes, sinking into her chair.
The patient bios had been picked up from the floor and placed onto her desk. She sighed and stood up to move them into the correct drawers, when she noticed what was on top of the pile. A new patient.
"Highly disturbed patient. Name and age unknown. Extremely intelligent. Extremely volatile. Killed five doctors and responsible for the suicide of two. Escaped twenty-three times. Brought in after the murder of Sarah Gordon and attack on Barbara Gordon. Release date: never."
Dr Quinzel grinned, and restrained herself from cartwheeling across the room. She hadn't needed the lacy crap after all. She knew her own hard work could get her through anything.
She looked at the file again.
"You better prepare yourself for your new doctor, mister… Joker."
