It was six forty five am, she was early, but that was never a bad thing, it gave her time to compose herself, she'd would have grabbed a coffee but with her stomach the mess of nerves it was, she doubted she'd be able to keep it down.
Harleen checked her watch, ten more minutes, she slumped further back into her chair and watched the early staff at Arkham go about their shift.
The Asylum was almost a comfort for Harleen, it reminded her of her father, though he was in prison, not insane, but there were similarities between the two institutes that she held onto, it was the order of things, the order and the strange feeling of not being safe even though you knew they were people around to protect you.
"Dr. Quinzel?" Harleen let go of her thought track focus less on her father issues and more at the matter of hand, she stood up and held her hand for the speaker to shake. It was a man, built like a machine, big chest, square jaw, security no doubt. He did not shake her hand. So she pulled it back. And smiled gingerly.
"He's ready" She took a deep breath and nodded.
"Security won't be in the room, confidentiality and all, but there are camera's. good luck love, he's a proper a wacko ain't he." He was telling her more than asking. She nodded. "Yes, well I'll be da one to diagnose his mental state"
Harleen was led to a white door that appeared no different to any other door in the asylum, designed to keep things locked in and out.
Her hand shook as it hovered over the handle, she was so unprepared for this, so nervous.
"Everything all right Quinzel?" The security guard asked watching her with a raised eyebrow.
She grabbed the handle. "Yes, it's fine thanks..." "...Colin" "...Colin" Harleen repeated. "Yeh, everything is great"
She mentally slapped herself and pushed open the door, and it was breathtaking, it was beautiful.
She closed the door behind her and took a seat opposite him.
"Mah name is Dr Harleen Quinzel, I will be ya therapist for the next six weeks" She'd of held her hand out, but the straight jacket around The Jokers body held her back, he wouldn't be able to shake it.
"IS that whiny accent hereditary or can you get rid of it?"
She rose an eyebrow, he was exactly as they portrayed him, exactly what she had wanted to study all these years.