A/N: Harleen is hard to write x.x
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A young blonde woman was sitting on top of her desk in her office of Arkham Asylum while reading the files of the patients she would be speaking to that day- Sally... Calumn... Jak... and Ventriloquist... Damn, Arnold seems to have gotten Scarface taken from him again... That'll certain make him harder to speak to... She thought with a sigh as her baby blue eyes scanned through the file of Arnold Wesker otherwise known as Ventriloquist, a man who suffers from dissociation identity disorder which manifests in the dummy who he calls Scarface. The man was an interesting case due to how his mental disorder helped him become a wonderful ventriloquist, even his voice changes from his normal high, timid tone to one more gruff and deeper, it was amazing how his voice never seemed to get tired from the change.
She shook her head a bit as she closed Arnold's file before starting to scan through the files of the patients that were much more likely to become legally sane in at most a few years and at the least a few months, that is if they can stay in Arkham for that long. Though she only had one patient escape from the asylum this week... for now, of course. She had already figured she needed to be ready for any changes to her schedule this week due to how often the inmates escaped through the door of this place.
She sighed softly as she put the files down on her desk before getting up and moving over to her chair where she sat down to get ready for her first patient to be delivered to her by the guards which would be any second now...
"Dr. Quinzel, we have Arnold Wesker here." Ah, there he was.
Her blue eyes glanced at the door as she spoke in a deep, mature voice, "Come on in."
She watched as two male guards shoved a small man into her office and onto the seat in front of her desk. Arnold seemed very nervous with his eyes glancing around all over the place before looking down at the ground without even making eye contact with her once, his hands seemed to be twitching with the obvious want to be holding Scarface.
Dr. Quinzel observed that for a moment before looking up at the guards, "I believe I don't have to even have to explain why he won't be dangerous to me without his dummy." She told them as she motioned towards the nervous man sitting in front of her, "You two may now leave my office now. I will call you in when the session is over, thank you." The guards knew she wasn't giving them an option so they just nodded before moving out of her office, closing the door on their way out.
She looked down at Arnold again, "Alright... Now, Arnold, how are you feeling?"
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A/N: Alright, that's the best I can do for now. If anyone has any tips for Harleen then I'll happily look at them!