Right now, she really didn't need this. She had enough on her plate as it
was. Fresh out of graduate school, just transferred, and on her first day
at work in the city, she didn't need to have a huge caseload dumped on her
at the start. But this was life. And so now she had three new patients to
meet. Three!! When she just started working here.
She hadn't even finished moving into her apartment. 'Just take it day by day,' she told herself, 'You know you can do this.'
She managed to make it through school, became a doctor, a psychologist, like she always wanted. It was just the next step. She'd made it. Now she could get on with helping people.
All the other students had made fun of her when she told where she wanted to work once she got her degree. Always talking about Arkham's "revolving- door" policy. Well, maybe if the people treating the inmate were a little bit better, they wouldn't be so damn desperate to get out.
Anyway, she felt like she was on a mission. She was going to help these poor, overlooked unfortunates in Gotham society. The politicians didn't care. So long as they were locked up for the time being, anyway, Batman always manages to catch them when they get out. The rich socialites didn't mind either. They too had Batman to watch their backs and tuck them in safely at night. So it was up to her to maybe make a difference.
Right. Her first patient of the day. Man, she really didn't need this. To be starting off with one of the most notorious "villains" of Gotham? She wasn't a superhero. And it wasn't like he hadn't had so many therapists poking at him before. She'd seen the other doctors around here. After a while they all lost hope and stopped caring about their patients. Well, it would take a lot for her to win her patients' trust, but she'd have to try if they were ever going to have a chance of being accepted citizens again.
Gritting her teeth, just a little, she walked into her first session. 'That glass partition really does nothing for my confidence,' she thought. First patient of the job, one Jake Napier, aka the Joker.
"Hello, my name is Dr. Harleen Quinzel."
She hadn't even finished moving into her apartment. 'Just take it day by day,' she told herself, 'You know you can do this.'
She managed to make it through school, became a doctor, a psychologist, like she always wanted. It was just the next step. She'd made it. Now she could get on with helping people.
All the other students had made fun of her when she told where she wanted to work once she got her degree. Always talking about Arkham's "revolving- door" policy. Well, maybe if the people treating the inmate were a little bit better, they wouldn't be so damn desperate to get out.
Anyway, she felt like she was on a mission. She was going to help these poor, overlooked unfortunates in Gotham society. The politicians didn't care. So long as they were locked up for the time being, anyway, Batman always manages to catch them when they get out. The rich socialites didn't mind either. They too had Batman to watch their backs and tuck them in safely at night. So it was up to her to maybe make a difference.
Right. Her first patient of the day. Man, she really didn't need this. To be starting off with one of the most notorious "villains" of Gotham? She wasn't a superhero. And it wasn't like he hadn't had so many therapists poking at him before. She'd seen the other doctors around here. After a while they all lost hope and stopped caring about their patients. Well, it would take a lot for her to win her patients' trust, but she'd have to try if they were ever going to have a chance of being accepted citizens again.
Gritting her teeth, just a little, she walked into her first session. 'That glass partition really does nothing for my confidence,' she thought. First patient of the job, one Jake Napier, aka the Joker.
"Hello, my name is Dr. Harleen Quinzel."