A/N: Hi guys! I'm writing this story with a friend of mine and i wanted to say thank you to her and how much of a help she is! I hope all of you that have viewed the first chapter liked it!(I'm sorry i didn't write an authors note for the first chapter) This is my first fan fiction story too so please don't be afraid to review! Also when you see the italicized parts its their thoughts/what they are thinking. I would love to get some feedback from people. Hope you enjoy this chapter and please review! :D

POV- Harleen Quinzel

I sipped the warm coffee. It was crappy cheap coffee but I drank it anyways. As the hot liquid slid down my throat I glanced around the break room.

It was worn down and old. The tiles had turned a pale yellow color and most of the chairs were plastic and broken. Plain walls were painted white but had chipped and only one of the vending machines worked. I found that out earlier when one of them took my dollar bill.

I looked at the silver watch on my small wrist. Almost 4:30 and that means my break is almost over. I sighed and got up from the chair. When I walked into the office to confirm the time I get off, my boss told me I had the job of staying longer tonight to lock up the offices. I sighed to myself.

Oh great! Just what I wanted.

I've always wanted to be a psychiatrist and when I got the internship I was ecstatic. But sitting around all day in a boring office and barely being trained, maybe two times a week, was not my idea of becoming a psychiatrist.

After a long five hours of doing absolutely nothing everyone had left. It was just me. I locked up all of the offices, went down to the main floor and opened the doors leading to one of Gotham's many streets. As I was turning the key in the keyhole I heard something across the street.

Why did I have to be the one to stay here until it was dark?!

I turned around and focused my eyes on the empty street across from me. Nothing. I sighed in relief but darted to my car, got in and started the engine. When I buckled myself in I sped off down the streets. I didn't even wait for the car to get warm enough.

All I wanted was to get home to my safe little apartment and relax. I drove up to the apartment complex and got out of the car. I rushed to the doors and ran upstairs to my apartment.

At last I barged through the door and slammed it behind me. I turned on the lamps letting light fill the small living area. Before I sat on the couch I decided to put my fleece pajamas on. After that I went to the tiny bathroom and took off the little makeup I had on. Walking into the kitchen I turned on the teapot, got a teabag out and let the water boil.

Noticing that the blinds were still open I went over to the big window and looked out at the view. Gotham for once actually looked peaceful. I didn't even hear any sounds.

That soon ended with a scream and a loud bang down the street. I jumped when I heard the teapot whistling. I shut the blinds and rushed to take the teapot off.

After my tea was finally ready and made, I flopped down on the couch. I wrapped a blanket around my shoulders and grabbed the remote clicking the power button.

Another dumb late night 'comedy' show was on. I flipped through the channels for a couple minutes and decided to watch the news.

The young news anchorwoman looked tired. She was talking about a murder that had happened right before I got home.

I got comfortable and opened my ears to listen.

"Just in, a young man, most likely in his 20s, was murdered outside of a local club. We aren't sure who murdered this young man but the GCPD will…."

Before I could hear the rest of the story I started to drift off into a deep sleep.