"Hey, Luv Doctor!" An inmate yelled in Cell 48 yelled to the passing red-head. "Show me a little love!"
Angel Proctor bared her teeth, she hated "walking the line" back to her cell.
Six months since being arrested, she still haven't adopted to life behind bars or given up her anger at the "Pinky." Once inside the cell, she sat with her back against the padded wall. Angel reflected on her life: The condo was seized, the SUV ended in the protection of the police, her accounts were frozen. Lisa and Kelli copped a plea bargain to do half their time and sold her out. The only thing that saved her was she knew how to beat the court at its own game. . . play crazy! Not one of her most brillant moments, but she knew the Blackgate Prison was rough.
Many years awaited her in the updated New Arkham Asylum.
Alone. Angel Proctor sighed, 'Great decision there.'
It all seemed to have ended here, in a padded cell. Angel wondered why she got into so deep as she did. Robbing the upper-crust elites a few times should have been enough. But, things got out of control. She'll admit, she got greedy. Then the Pinky just made her plans spiral more. Simply put, she loss control. She continued to sigh heavily.
A male voice shook her from self-loathing, "October is the cruelest month, is it not?"
"I thought it was April."
The voice from the other side laughed, "Don't take the failure to heart. Isn't that why were all here?"
Angel Proctor laughed then looked around to find its source.
"Where are you?"
"Behind you, other side of the wall. The sound travels well in the air vents."
"What are you in for?" She asked the voice. If it was in head, she wouldn't have to work so hard to prove her lack of sanity.
"Grand theft. Endangering the public. Yourself?"
"The same. Except I have kidnaping and attempted murder tacked on."
"Ah." The voice answered.
"I guess I got too greedy."
They shared another laugh.
The voice continued, "Madam, we all got too greedy."
"And you are?"She asked, wondering whom the soothing barbitone belonged to.
The voice cleared his throat, "Dr. Ira Billings, former high school counselor."
She answered, "Dr. Angel Proctor, former on-air personality."
"A pleasure." Dr. Bilings responded.
A quiet moment fell between them in the vents. Angel restarted the conversation again.
"Tell me something, how did you avoid Blackgate Prison?"
"I plead insanity."
"A psychiatrist who pleads insanity?" She asked in faux shock.
"They say Harley Quinn managed."
Angel Proctor smiled to herself, maybe this wasn't so bad after all.
The two head docotors/criminals continued to converse through the night.
