3 months

Already I was in the swing of things, I had proven myself to the director early on and he had seen fit to grace me with the truly challenging cases. Such as Pamela Isley or as she prefers Ivy. He had handed me the case after a week of me asking for a challenge. Turns out all of her previous doctors were male and she happen to take a liking to me. I looked forward to our sessions together, it was like a girl time. We got along so well, it was sad I got along better with my patients than the other doctors here. Most were middle aged, arrogant, and felt they were superior to women.

I also had sessions with "Dr." Johnathon Crane. He was, to put it in a polite way, an arrogant asshole. Sarcastic attitude, quick wit and yet I looked forward to his sessions as well as he challenged me. Then there was Two-Face, Harvey Dent, he didn't talk a lot except about Pamela Isley who he wanted so bad I felt bad for him. After my star studded roster I had 3 unknowns. Tanya a Schizophrenic alcoholic, Guy a paranoid kleptomaniac, and Tommy a survivor who has regressed to his childhood. Today I had Tanya Pamela and Tommy. Every week I alternated Which People I had Today, Monday, I would have Pamela, Tanya, and Tommy Monday, Friday, and Wednesday while I had Two-Face, Crane, and Guy on Tuesday and Thursday. I always enjoyed that I only had 6 patients to work with some doctors had 4 a day and a different 4 every day. I had gotten to know my patients perhaps and I generally enjoyed there company save for Guy. Unfortunately he creeped me out, I couldn't explain why, just a feeling.

I walked into my session with Tanya, happy yet I could tell she was not in the mood for chipper. " Good Moring Tanya. I heard you got your hands on some mouth wash over the weekend." " Yeah, the buzz ain't worth this." I stared at her. She was looking rough, shaking from detox, smelled like vomit a sickly pale complexion that looked made her look worse, if that was even possible. " Tanya, I know fresh breath is all the rage but you say it wasn't worth it. Do you believe given the chance you wouldn't do I again?" She was quiet thinking it over before shrugging. "Don't matter, they got me on suicide watch and solitaire." I shook my head." That's not what I asked." "Don't matter." She stubbornly insisted. "If you can detox and commit to your rehabilitation program you could be out of here in 6 months. Why do you insist on this 'Don't matter' crap when you know it does. You have family waiting on you out there. You have people that want to be there for you." 'I ain't got nothing waiting out there for me. They put me in here. It doesn't matter what they want. It only matters what I want and they doesn't deserve to have me in there life after all this. They don't care any more than you do. NOBODY FUCKING CARES! NO ONE YOU ALL WANT TO GET ME." I pressed the panic button before walking over to her and lightly motioning for her to sit. She shook her head and ran to the corner grasping at the cinder blocks of the session room. She started muttering to herself. "They don't care. They've never cared. They don't care." The guards burst in. "Doctor Quinzel?" "Over here. She threw up her medications. Put her in isolation till the fever breaks." I said calmly. "Gently." I added quietly over my shoulder as I strode out of the room.

I headed into the group therapy session that was currently on going in a communal area. I sat at the outer edge of the circle and watched no body questioning my presence as I didn't come to interfere or take part. I allowed myself to cool the adrenaline racing through my veins. All to soon I was up walking back to my office for my session with Tommy. I finished our session without any issue and sat at the computer sending emails and typing up reports of my patients progress. Glancing at the time I hurried to the cafeteria that was shared by patients and doctors alike. It wasn't much but the food was decent for it being from an asylum. I sat of to the side and observed the interactions, humor danced across my features as I watched the doctors almost huddle in groups, as if crazy was catching. The patient were mostly drugged out of there mind. I watched as a patient wandered a bit to close to one of said groups, quickly a guard was guiding him back to the open areas. I shook my head and savored my grape flavored soda. No caffeine aloud here, yet I wanted the sugar in my system. I munched on my slightly wilted salad before munching quickly and hurrying back to my desk. Within moments of me sitting down a guard was leading Pamela in for her session. She sat down with relative ease and quickly leaned forward. " Hey sweet stuff, whatcha up to?' I shook my head giggling at her manner. I liked talking to Ivy and had done what I could to convince her to be calm so she could have rec time. The day finished on a good note and I enjoyed the ride home carrying with me a new file. One Edward Nygma, otherwise known as The Riddler, he was known to be obsessed with riddles and out smarting everyone else in the room. I sat in my loft apartment and poured myself a glass of wine and sipped on it while watching the evening news. The news caster slipped on a picture of the Batman and the Joker saying they were sighted tearing apart downtown in a high speed chase and to stay in doors. I couldn't help the snort that came out. There were always idiots that would go out just to get pictures of both of them. Or I heard even groupies of both trying to help there party. I shut off the news and switched on my Bluetooth speaker on and flicked through the file. I believe that this would most definitely be interesting that was sure.

1 month later

I moaned slightly as I had just smacked my head a slight bit to hard into my desk. I thought back to that night in my apartment but a month a ago, my enthusiasm for my newest case, my excitement at exploring the newest extreme personality to Arkham. I shook my head in disappointment though I'm not sure if it was at myself or the villain that had left my office but moments ago. I sighed and rubbed my forehead, exhaustion creeping in, before moving over to dinosaur of a computer that Arkham somehow keep alive and pulled up my email.

Director Arkham I would appreciate a moment of your time at your earliest convenience -Dr. Quinzel

I sent the email before heading to lunch, hopefully he would get back to me soon. If I had to spend another session with the Riddler I may get a cell in black gate for murder. I hurriedly ate my salad and walked back to my office stopping only to buy a grape soda before sitting back at my desk. I was in luck he had already emailed back.

Ms. Quinzel, ( I rolled my eyes at the Ms. Like most of the men here at Arkham, he didn't believe this was a field for women.) I would be happy to meet with you today at 1 p.m. Please respond by 12.30. -Dr. Arkham, Head Director of Arkham Asylum.

I glanced at the time 12.25 . I quickly responded saying I would meet him at his office. And waited impatiently. I was still trying to recover from the session earlier. Oh little doc, what would be a click if it had no hands nor numbers?. That was his question all session repeating it and repeating it. Ahhh! He smiled, grinned, sneered, and his only other comments asking if I knew the answer yet. I glanced at the computer clock 15 minutes. I slowly got up and headed to the other end of the far administration building wing.

I knocked on the wooden door that led to his office. Dr. Arkham opened the door quickly and pointed to the seat in front of his large mahogany desk. "Ms. Quinzel to what do I owe this surprise?" "Dr. Arkham" I gritted out. "I was wondering if I may speak frankly about something with you." "But of course." "Very well, I want to know if I could perhaps take on a different case, than the Riddler." " You mean trade cases of someone else?" " That would be most preferable." " Well Ms. Quinzel I seem to recall you asking for a challenge which is why you were assigned Mr. Nygma." " Yes, sir. However in the months time of sessions I honestly don't believe I have done even the smallest bit of good with him. I believe that even if I were on his case for 6 months time he nor I would benefit from it. I propose that he be moved to another doctor and perhaps take on one of their case or even take on a whole new patient." " Hmmm, well we did just get a new patient in last night. Would that suffice?" " Yes, thank you so much." " Don't thank me yet Ms. Quinzel. Our new patient is one of the most notorious housed here at Arkham Asylum. Well housed when he's caught and he breaks out every time." " And who is that?" Dr. Arkham picked up a large series of folders and plopped them down on the front of his desk. "So are you agreeing to take on this patient?", he said holding his hand down on the folders I had reached for. "Yes, Dr. Arkham. May I be privy to who I'll be treating?" I asked annoyed at his insistent. He looked at me and simply said The Joker.

A/N sorry it took so long for it to get moving I just wanted to establish her sanity and her personality.