A/N Sorry it's short. But I still hope you enjoy.
Jane watched the doctor with curious eyes,"So...what made you decide to become a psychiatrist?" Jane held her notepad between her hands tightly. If she wanted to become a psychiatrist herself then she needed all the information and tips she could get.
Jonathan tapped his chin, debating the question, "Well... I have always found interest in the human brain...What makes us think about certain things, what makes us...tick. What makes us live, and what makes us...kill." Jonathan finished his answer with a smirk.
Jane nodded and quickly wrote down his words.
Jonathan watched the girl with mild interest. The girl was interesting, but nothing he would consider tremendously different from other interns he had in the past. She was just another aspiring psychiatrist.
"Alright, what are your methods of practice?"
"Don't you think it's my own concern?
She shrugged her shoulders,"Nothing leaves this room."
He leaned back in his chair, analyzing her, "How about you? What are your methods?"
Jane shifted uncomfortably in her chair, "Um, I don't really have ...methods."
Jonathan arched an eyebrow,"Why is that?"
"Well, doctor...I have not had any experience..."
"Well, maybe one day I'll let you come with me to examine a patient...if you're interested." As much as the idea made him cringe, he was curious how she handled these types of situations.
"I would love that!" She quickly recovered herself, "I-I mean that would be nice..."
Jonathan nodded, clasping his fingers together, "So how about you," He leaned over his desk,"What made you decide to become an aspiring psychiatrist?"
"Well, I guess that same as you..."
"Hm...Nothing else?"
"No."
"Interesting."
Silence followed them in suit. Jonathan suddenly stood from his chair, looking over to Jane who sat puzzled,
"Well it's almost six o'clock so I better get going. As you too, but before you go fill out a couple of my papers, and answer any more phone calls. Good night, Miss Castillo." The shut swiftly behind him as he made his way down the dark hallway.
Jane sighed at the pile of paperwork.
It was nine o'clock when Jane was done with the paperwork. She sighed, relaxing back in the leather chair. Only eight more months...then she'll have her own paperwork to fill out. But she didn't plan to be director of the hospital. How did he even become the director of the asylum so young, well she thought he was young. He looked around his early thirties or late twenties.
Shaking the thoughts of the doctor from her head, she gathered her belongings and made her way through the asylum. The night air was crisp and the island was rather peaceful for it being a home of crazies. She reached her car, unlocking her door and throwing her items carelessly in the back. She turned to the driver side before a hand tapped her shoulder, she whipped around but relaxed once she saw it was Mike, one of the security guards,
"I see Arkham already has had a toll on you." He implied with a chuckle.
She rolled her eyes with a unattractive snort,"Please. I am not scared. Now maybe if they were running around here loose...than maybe."
He gave a hearty laugh,"Trust me, Doc. We are the best of security here at Arkham."
"I'm not a 'doc' yet, Mike."
"Maybe not. But you know more than me."
"Hardly."
She unlocked her car than turned back to Mike,
"Thanks for the talk, Mike. But I got a hungry cat to feed."
Mike face scrunched up in disgust,"Ugh. Disgusting pests. I tell you, my ex had one and that cat was Satan himself. One reason it didn't work between us...That and she was a psycho bitch."
Jane gave a short chuckle,"Such the charmer," She opened her door,"Well I'll see you tomorrow, Mike."
As she slid in her car and shut the door, he leaned down peering at her,"Hey...um this is random, but I was wondering if maybe you would like to go to lunch or something...My treat." He tapped the hood on her car nervously.
She gave a smile,"I would love that," She scribbled her number on a extra napkin,"Here. Call me whenever." She handed him the napkin.
He gave her a toothy smile,"Right, well drive safe, Jane." He patted her car and backed up.
She gave him a wave, backing up and driving into the night of Gotham.
She reached her apartment safely, only running a couple of stop signs on accident. She opened her door to the comfortable apartment, her cat Mr. Whiskers running up to her, meowing hungrily. She scooped the tabby up,
"And how have you been today, Mr. Whiskers?"
She walked to the kitchen, letting the cat jump from her arms to pounce over to the food bowl that sat empty.
She scooped a cup of cat food, dumping it into the bowl.
When she was done feeding the spoiled tabby, she collapsed on the couch and turned on the news.
Reports claim that Grapefruits help lower cholesterol.
Click
How's everybody doin' tonight? Good, alright I'm going to start out the night with a little joke about a catholic and atheist, so...
Jane drifted asleep in the middle of the standup, her dreams consisting of bunnies and medicine .
Jane woke up to her tabby leaping onto her stomach. She groggily opened her eyes, peering at the T.V that was currently playing Family Guy. She felt around for the remote, turning off the T.V and leaving the room in silence.
She sat for many moments before deciding to take a shower. After a stressful day, the idea was appealing.
She turned the snob all the way to hot, and undressed her herself. Her clothes smelt of failure and sweat. A beautiful combination.
Steam fogged the bathroom as she scrubbed her skin raw, and lathered her hair up. She let the hot water run on her for many minutes before turning the knob off, letting the damp air latch onto her skin.
She stepped out the shower, wrapping herself in her towel. She walked briskly to her room, goosebumps forming on her skin as the cold wrapped around her tightly. She threw the door open to her room, shutting it behind her then collapsing on her stiff bed. She laid there, letting her thoughts plague her mind.
She hasn't really gave the doctor any thought. He was interesting to say at the least, a bit stoic but interesting. A smile danced across her lips as she thought of the man to be a mad doctor, he seemed like it. She couldn't tell if he liked her or not. At this point though, she couldn't care less if he did like her or not, all that mattered was finishing her internship then moving on to bigger things.
Her eyes fluttered close as her ceiling fans' cold air soothed her red skin. It wasn't soon before darkness over came senses.
Beep Beep Beep
"One more minute..."Jane hit the snooze before turning over, snuggling into her bed more. She gave a pleased groan. She slowly cracked open her right eye, staring lazily into the window. The morning sun glaring angrily into the room. She laid still a couple of more minutes, before her eyes shot open,
"Shit!"
She shot up from her bed, throwing on a pair of slacks and a ruffled blouse. She none too gracefully shuffled to her front door, bidding and quick goodbye to her old tom, grabbing her car keys, and locking the door behind her. She slipped on her high heels, pedestrians giving the strange women with matted hair a strange look.
She slid into her car, banging her head on the door as she opened it. She hissed rubbing the sensitive spot, but started the car none the less and raced down the streets to the asylum while nursing the bump.
She slung open the glass doors to the front office, waving at the Secretary.
"Jane Castillo"
The secretary nodded,"A minute to spare. You're checked in. Go on up."
Jane gave a quick smile before scurrying onto the elevator, punching in the doctors floor number. On her way up she started to think about how the day way going to go. She already knew how it was going to go. First she was going to have a brief two second conversation with Dr. Crane, then clean his office, finally she was going to have another two second conversation with the stiff doctor. That was her day. How exciting.
She tapped her heels on the elevator wall before a short ding rang through the small space. She went to step out the elevator, her head down, but a hand stopped her. She looked up and ice blue eyes held her in place,
"Miss Castillo. You're late." Jonathan regarded her in distaste,"No matter. Come, you're coming with me to interview Henry Romos."
Janes' eyes widened as she recalled the brief description over the mad man.
Jonathan let a smirk slip out,"You remember him. Saw his file while digging through my private items." Jonathan stepped onto the elevator and pressed the secure units floor level,"Good. Then you'll see what you're getting into."