Twelve hours later and Dr Quinzel was curled in the foetal position in her bed, sobbing. The session with her first serious patient hadn't gone anything how she had imagined. She hadn't tried anything ambitious; she just wanted to establish a 'friendship' with him. Or at least to make him think there was a friendship there.

"You're a fucking slut, doc." he had snarled, inches from her face, his eyes bloodshot and angry. "I know how you got me as your patient. Did you have to change those naughty stockings of yours after you'd been on your knees for Dr Arkham? Or was he more interested in Quinzel's quivering quim?" He'd paused after his joke, silently thinking over what he had said, before erupting into peals of laughter. Cackling like nothing Dr Quinzel had ever heard before.

And the reason it had got to her was because her patient was right. So she hadn't done anything for Dr Arkham, she'd earned her patient fair and square. But she had been willing to. Not only to cheat but to use her body in order to get ahead.

She'd left work after the Joker had been dragged from her room, claiming to feel sick, a few short minutes after the session had begun. After his abusive outburst he didn't stop laughing that blood-curdling chuckle, ignoring Quinzel's attempts to calm him down, until she felt completely out of her depth and called in the guards. Since then she'd stayed in her bed crying. She didn't think she could have sunk any lower than how she had felt the night before.

So once again, she was, alone, in her Gotham flat, contemplating whether or not to quit. Where was she supposed to go from here? Her whole life had been leading towards this, her dream of being a psychiatrist at Arkham Asylum. Then what? She'd never considered what was supposed to come afterwards. The dream had always seemed so far away, even when she managed to get onto the internship.

A husband? Kids? She was 28 years old and the only kiss she'd ever had was from the boy who lived next door when he took her to prom. Because her mom asked him to. How was she supposed to find a husband when she'd never had a boyfriend?

Besides, she definitely did not want children. And she'd never been in love, so she didn't feel the need for a husband. No, her focus was always on her career. But now she was losing that.

She cried herself to sleep. Again.