Dr. Quinzel was just finishing up her notes on the last patient she had when she heard someone knock on her door which caused her to look up at the wooden door, "Come in." She told whoever was outside of her office while taking off her black rimmed glasses and put them on top of her desk.

An older, dark skinned woman entered her office with a tired smile on her face, "Hello, Harleen, I came to talk to you about a few things." Harleen's blue eyes met with her boss's black eyes as she raised an eyebrow in curiousity, "First, you got two new patients to meet this week." She started as she placed two files on the younger girl's desk.

The blonde looked down at the files and read off the names, "'Waylon Jones' and 'Mary Louise Dahl'..." She muttered as she read off the names before she looked back up the black haired woman, "Killer Croc and Baby Doll, Joan?" She asked as if trying to get a confirmation, which came as a nod. She sighed softly, "Mary I can do. But are you certain about Croc? He's known to try to eat some of the previous doctors that he was assigned to..." She said with obvious uncertainty in her voice.

Joan smiled reassuringly at the intern as she went up to her and put a hand on her shoulder gently, "You've been showing promise, Harley, and I believe you can take on some of the tougher cases now." She told her which caused her to give a small smile and a nod. The older doctor smiled and nodded as she backed away from her as the blonde looked through Waylon's file, "I also needed to ask if you'll be free tonight?"

Harleen paused before looking up at the black eyes that belonged to her boss, "Uh... Yes, I am. Why?" She asked with a slight surprised look at the sudden question.

"I know it's sudden but our benefactor, Bruce Wayne, invited the psychiatrists to a meeting at his office to talk about a new therapy he wants us to try." Joan explained as she crossed her arms over her chest, "Dr. Arkham has already accepted the invitation and he wants everyone to come so we can all have an opinion on it."

Harley nodded slowly as she thought it over, "Yes, I believe I can go as well. Might as well check Mr. Wayne's idea out." She agreed after taking a few moments to think it over.

Joan nodded at that before her smile turned a bit sheepish, "Think you can convince Dr. Crane to come along as well? You seem to be the only one capable of convincing that man into doing anything social, other than talking to his patients."

Harley chuckled softly at the request, "I'll do my best, Joan." She nodded as she stood up and placed her glasses back on her face, "Speaking of which, I need to meet up with him so I can help him out with those experiments of his." She said as she went to the door and opened it for Joan and herself.

"Right. Just make sure he doesn't take those experiments too far, alright?" Joan asked as she left Harleen's office followed by Harley.

"Of course."

x-x-x-x

"C'mon, Professor Crane! It could be interestin'!" Harley told Jonathan in a slightly higher pitch than before as she watched him bind Harvey Dent to a bed that Dr. Arkham had the guards place down in the basement of the asylum so the scrawny man could do his experiments without anyone else interrupting him, aside from Harley, of course.

Jonathan groaned a bit as he spared a glance at the young blonde girl who was now trying to convince him to go to a meeting that Bruce Wayne was apparently holding tonight, "Yes, child, it could be. For you. I rather just stay at home after work rather than listen to some rich boy talk about things he doesn't know." He replied curtly which made her frown a bit. He looked back down at Harvey, "You sure that you are fine with being my volunteer for this experiment, Mr. Dent?"

Harvey looked at him with an annoyed look, "My coin already said 'yes' so go ahead." He answered gruffly. The brunette nodded before signaling to Harley that she needed to cover her mouth and nose, which she did along with himself. Once he covered his nose and mouth he took out a mist spray which he used used to spray an orange mist at the man who called himself Two-Face.

Jonathan watched as Harvey started to look fearful and yell in fear, Go ahead. He thought to Scarecrow as he felt his other personality trying to take over.

Harley looked over at her friend as she uncovered her mouth and nose, she watched as his face went from his normal expression to a wicked grin and a look of amusement. She sighed before looking at her watch as she waited for five minutes to pass.

"So, what does the former district attorney fear?" Scarecrow asked as he watched Harvey twitch and struggle in his restraints. He got no answer only whimpers and quiet mutterings from the man, which disappointed him but did not stop him from enjoying the sight of the fear in Harvey's eyes.

After a bit Harley grabbed the antidote from out of the pocket of her white coat before walking over to Harvey, only to be stopped by a hand grabbing her wrist tightly. She looked up to see Scarecrow trying to stop her which caused her to narrow her eyes at him, "Let me go, Scarecrow." She demanded as she tried to wrench her wrist from him but when he refused she sighed, "Why does it always have to come to this?" She murmured before using a foot to swipe at his feet and cause him to trip onto the ground hard while letting go of her wrist which gave her perfect timing to administer the antidote to Harvey which immediately calmed him down but left him in a dazed state.

Scarecrow grumbled as he stood back up, "Why can't you ever just let the fear take the subjects over?"

"Two reasons." The blonde started as she threw away the syringe in a nearby trash can, "Because I rather not let Johnathan get fired and I prefer not to have my friend get thrown in here too when it's obvious he doesn't need to be here." She explained as she looked back at the brunette.

The brunette rolled his eyes a bit at that, "You can't protect him forever, you know."

"Let's see about that..." She mumbled softly as she watched as Scarecrow turn back into Jonathan which made her smile.

The scrawny man looked back at her with a sheepish grin, "You know... Maybe going to that meeting will be better than staying home..."