It was another normal day at work for Harleen Quinzel at Gotham's famous Arkham Asylum. The home to thousands of the criminally insane. Or temporary home anyways. Often the inmates would miraculously escape, sending the caped crusader, Batman, on another one of his searches through the gloomy city. Arkham Asylum was notorious for their failure to contain the inmates. Unfortunately, the technology inside was outdated. Doors required key cards, which were easily obtainable if you were to snatch one from a distracted nurse. And the files and reports were handwritten which caused errors in the system which often resulted in miscommunication. However, that's what you should expect when the Asylum is run by the literal definition of a fossil. The warden refused to progress into the new age of technology, deeming that technology shouldn't be trusted. In one way, the warden is right. Devices can easily be hacked and littered with viruses. But if you look at the pro's, the Asylum could dispose of the key cards and bring in retinal scans. That way the asylum is already more secure, considering inmates don't scrounge out nurses' eyeballs anyways.

Currently, Dr Harleen Quinzel was seated behind her mahogany wooden desk. The whole room seemed to have a Mediterranean feel to it. The furniture was all made from the same coloured mahogany timber that the desk was created from. There were grand bookcases around the walls of the office which seemed to have thousands of books filling the shelves. But judging by the dust, it seemed the books were only for decoration and no one seemed to use them. Decorating the room were also a bunch of different types of plants, though they were all fake as the asylum prohibited real ones. Thanks to Poison Ivy. But the mixture of the dark wood tones and the green gave the space an earthy feel. Which was extremely important for Harleen. She believed she could work more efficiently if her surroundings were pleasing.

Sat on the desk in front of her was a pale-yellow folder which held some information about one of the criminals that Harleen oversaw. She was an extremely hard worker and often spent her time reading over patient's files to familiarise herself and try to understand them better. Her blue eyes moved from left to right as she read over the words in front of her, her pink lips moving silently. She moved her pointer finger to gently push her circular glasses further up her nose before then tucking a strand of blonde hair behind her ear. It was coming to the end of the day so her hair that was originally styled in a tight bun on top of her head had become loose. Strands of her hair strayed from their hold and fell around her face. Her clothes also had begun to gain some wrinkles. The top button of her blue button up shirt had even come undone, showing off a small amount of her cleavage.

'Knock knock'

Harleen looked up from the file and towards the closed door. She immediately did the button back up and closed the folder. It was confidential information that not just anyone could see. "Come in" she called. She leaned back in her chair, supressing the urge to yawn as a silver haired nurse walked inside. She had to be in her mid 70's.

"Dr Quinzel, there is a police officer in the waiting room who has requested to see you" she informed the blonde, a sense of jealously laced in her words. Harleen just assumed it was because she was young and beautiful. And ultimately still more successful than the nurse ever was.

"Please send them in" the doctor sighed, moving in her chair as she pulled at her black pencil skirt, adjusting the height as it had begun to ride up.

Meanwhile, a police officer wearing a navy-blue uniform parked his motorcycle in the carpark in the front of the gothic building. He climbed off his bike and pulled off his helmet, hanging it off one of the handlebars. He wasn't planning on being here for long, so he wasn't worried about the helmet being stolen. The police officer wasn't a part of the Gotham City Police Department but instead a part of the Bludhaven Police Department. Bludhaven was a neighbouring city to Gotham. While it was only a twenty-minute drive away, somehow the weather always seemed ten times worse in Gotham. It was always raining and the smog in the air almost made it impossible to see the stars at night or even the white clouds during the day. Rubbish covered every street and it was almost certain you would find a decomposing body in any alleyway. It really was a disgusting place to live. No one in their right mind would visit Gotham on a holiday. There were no tourist attractions. Unless you counted the bat symbol permanently glued in the sky as an attraction.

The police officer actually used to live in Gotham a while ago. He went by the name Richard Grayson, but he was commonly known as Dick. Or, Bruce Wayne's first ward. But he got away from the playboy lifestyle and instead made a home for himself in Blud, well that's what the press stated in their articles anyways.

The crunching of rocks beneath his feet could be heard as he approached the two large doors, carrying a black leather briefcase to his side. He flashed his badge to the two security men guarding the door before they allowed him inside. Once the doors opened, Dick was hit with a foul rotten scent. It was almost enough to make his eyes water. He wasn't sure how anyone survived in this place. It almost made him feel bad for the patients here.

"Hello!" Dick said cheerfully, approaching the front desk. An old lady with silver hair was seated there, doing a sudoku from a clipping of a magazine. It appeared she was too engrossed in her puzzle that she didn't seen to knowledge the male's existence. "Umm… I would like to see Dr Quinzel. She has some files I need to grab off her to take back to Bludhaven PD" he spoke again, presenting his signature handsome smile. The lady looked up at him for a moment before exhaling dramatically. She stood up and wiped her nose on her sleeve.

"Wait here" she mumbled unhappily before just leaving through a door. Dick raised an eyebrow and shook his head slightly, running a hand through his dark hair. He hated this place. The scent, the surroundings and the people. And it wasn't only the inmates he despised. It was the workers as well. They were all old and grumpy. It was almost like this place sucked all the life out of you.

It wasn't long before the lady returned. "Follow me", she ordered. Dick nodded and shoved his hands into his jackets pockets and followed her through the hallways. They walked past a set of cells and the inmates inside gave Dick their usual greeting. They shouted, reached out through the bars for him and called him names such as 'pig', 'cunt' and 'dog'. Dick however remained unfazed. He had heard it all and it no longer affected him.

The lady led him to Dr Quinzels office before disappearing the way they came. Dick watched her for a moment before just gently knocking on the door followed by opening it and peering inside. What he saw inside stunned him. Not only was the office absolutely stunning, but the woman at the desk also was too. A young beautiful blonde, in a place like this? Dick almost had to pinch himself to make sure he wasn't dreaming. "Dr Quinzel, my name is Officer Grayson. I'm here to get a file" he said.

Harleen stood up and gently smiled. She was just as surprised to see such a good-looking policeman. Most of the policemen in Gotham were middle aged men who came to work drunk and bitched about their wives. Harleen had lived in Gotham her entire life, so she had seen her fair share to justify her point.

"It's a pleasure to meet you. Please, take a seat" she said, gesturing to the chair that was sat on the opposite side of the desk. She leaned over and shook his hand before taking her seat, the officer taking his as well. He noticed behind her a few framed certificates and awards behind her. It appeared that she was very successful in her line of work. Dick appreciated that about her.

"Thank you for taking your time to see me. I know things can get very crazy around here" he hummed, taking a moment to fully take in his surroundings. He didn't even feel like he was in the asylum anymore. It looked so nice and there was even a pleasant scent of vanilla floating around in the room.

"Oh, no need to thank me. I remember the warden telling me of your arrival" she said. "I just wish we had a faxing machine, so we were able to just fax down the file and save you the trip"

"We have been trying convince the warden to change his ways. It would make my job much easier" he chuckled. "But we have had no luck, obviously"

"If he won't listen to the staff, I doubt he will listen to the Bludhaven PD" she sighed.

"Maybe he's a lunatic and deserves a cell in this place as well. A devoted and beautiful woman like you could take over and run this place a million times better"

Harleen immediately blushed, her cheeks turning a soft pink, a gentle smile spreading across her face. "A warden to an asylum? Me? No, I enjoy my place here as a doctor, but thank you"

"Hey, suit yourself. But if you change your mind, I have some connections who could secure you the job" he shrugged.

Harleen nodded and looked at the man for a moment. She was speechless. He spoke so confidently and his smile was almost infectious. She couldn't help but notice that the suit he was wearing fit him in a way that highlighted how muscular he seemed to be beneath those clothes. The thought of his naked body came to mind and she inhaled slightly, mentally scolding herself. She shouldn't be thinking about stuff like that right now. So, she cleared her throat, covering her mouth momentarily. "Sorry, what file was it that you came for?" she asked as she pushed her chair back and leaned over to open a draw inside her desk.

"Arnold Etchison. He also goes by Abattoir"

"Etchison…" she echoed, running her finger over the top of the files. They were labelled alphabetically so she stopped when she came to E and pulled out one of the yellow folders. "Here you are" she said, sliding it across the desk to him. It was now that Dick noticed her thick Brooklyn accent. It was rather cute.

"Thank you. You treated Etchison, correct?" he asked as he took the folder, taking a moment to open it and flick through it. It was exactly what he needed.

"I tried to. He's an interesting case. He murdered innocents believing that he was able to absorb their life force, ultimately making him stronger. But I never understood why he skinned his victim's afterwards" she said.

"My guess is that he purely enjoys it. He doesn't use their skin for anything. Or so we think anyways" he responded.

"All I know is that his father was no better than him. With Etchison's upbringing, he was bound to end up like this. The apple doesn't fall far from the tree"

"You are right there, Dr Quinzel" he sighed. Even though Dick didn't want to admit it, Bruce had a major impact on him. He is the person he is today because of him. If he was taken in by some random married couple, he would have been a completely different person.

"Please, call me Harleen" she said as she subconsciously picked up a pen and began to chew on the end of it lightly. It was something that she did when she got nervous. And she had every right to be nervous when a hot police officer was sitting in her office.

"Okay, Harleen" he hummed, sliding the file into his bag. Judging by the way she was responding, the blushing and how nervous she seemed, he concluded that she was single. You could say that he was experienced in this sort of stuff. He had been around and dated his fair share of women. "Harleen, are you doing anything tomorrow night" he questioned.

"Tomorrow night? No, nothing. Why?" she asked.

"You look like you could use a fun night out. Will you come to dinner with me?"

This question had caught Harleen off guard. Her eyes widened and her body slightly tensed, digging her red painted nails into the palms of her hands. Dating wasn't really Harleens thing. She found it was a waste of time. Most men wanted one thing and one thing only, sex. And she had too much respect for herself to sleep around with men. But he was a police officer. So, maybe he was different. He was also madly attractive. How could she possibly say no?

"Erm… of course" she said, trying to hide her nerves behind a smile.

"Perfect" he grinned. He reached across her desk and plucked a blue sticky note from a stack she had sitting there. He then also grabbed a pen and wrote down a few digits on it. "Here is my number. Text me and we can organise when and where" he said, passing the note to her. She took it and read over it before nodding her head.

"Okay. I will speak to you tonight, Officer Grayson" she said gently as she stood up to lead him to the door.

"Please, call me Dick" he said, jokingly mocking her accent. They shook hands and Dick offered her a wave before exiting.