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POV: Harleen Quinzel

When I got home I was starving and tired. I took out the snacks I had gotten from the store. I thought about the man with the face paint on.

He called me beautiful.

Even though he had strange make-up on, something about him intrigued me. He had something in his eyes, deep and buried-hidden behind a masked facade.

I wondered what he would look like without the greasy looking paint on. I shook my head.

He's just a guy Harleen. Just another guy.

But I still wondered about him. After I ate I went to bed. That night I had a dream about the unnerving stranger.

I was standing in a forest. Alone. Darkness surrounded me. Suddenly the man came out of no where. He looked at me with an eerie smile and licked his bottom lip. He raised his hand and motioned me to come toward him. I walked up to him, he grabbed my wrist and jerked me forward. The unreadable man pulls a small knife out of his coat pocket. He brought the shiny blade to my neck. Just when I was sure he was going to stab me he stopped. I looked up at him. He looked at me with those deep chocolate brown eyes.

I woke up the next morning suddenly. Why did I have a dream about him? I glanced at the clock. I had to be at work in 15 minutes?!

"Oh crap!", I heard myself say.

I quickly threw on black slacks, a red blouse and put on some eyeliner and mascara. I sprinted down the steps of the apartment complex and ran down the street to the bus stop. When I got in the office I had a minute to spare.

That was too close.

I went to check in with my boss to see if I had anything to do today.

"Good morning!", I greeted him.

He barely acknowledged me. Like always. My boss was always rude to me.

Then he said to me, "I have a patient for you to go talk to at the hospital. She's a trauma victim.

He's only interested in good public response.

"Okay! Well what time do I go over there and what time do you want me back?", I asked him.

"How about you go now and I'll give you two hours maximum."

Walking out of his office I took the elevator down, hugging the file to my chest. After the ride down to the main floor I went to the parking lot and drove off to the Gotham Central Hospital.

I walked through the automatic doors of the hospital. The hospital was all white, almost no color except for some cheap fake plants off to the sides. Looking to my left I saw the front desk and walked up to it.

Clearing my throat I said, "Excuse me? Could I have Rebecca Harrison's room number please? I'm Dr. Harleen Quinzel."

The older looking woman looked up at me and looked her up on the sleek computer.

"That would be room 315, third floor.", she told me.

While smiling at her I said,"Thank you and have a nice day."

I went to the elevator and rode up to the third floor. It was exciting to get a case. As my heels click clacked down the hallway, I found room 315. I took a deep breath in and stepped through the door.

After an hour and a half of talking with her I said goodbye and walked out to the almost empty hallway. My phone buzzed in my purse. I reached in and grabbed it.

Just when I was going to read the text I bumped right into someone and my phone dropped to the tiled floor.

The doctor bent down and handed me my phone. He had a strange hair color. Almost like a greenish tint to it. He stopped and looked at me for a second, but then he walked off quickly down the hallway.

Well that was weird.. It almost reminded me of the guy at the store yesterday..

I stopped in my tracks. That must have been him! He had a green tint to his hair and the guy in the store did too! How did I run into him again? He was a doctor? I turned around.

He was gone. I sighed and headed down to the parking lot and drove back to the office.

When I got to the office I handed my boss the papers and told him about the patient.

"At first she wouldn't talk much but I told her she could trust me and after a while she started to answer the questions. I think she might have post traumatic stress disorder.", I told him.

"I figured she would", he said to me.

I felt really bad for her. She was only a couple years older then me. My thoughts were interrupted when my boss asked me to organize some papers for him. When he brought out the stack it wasn't just some papers. It was a ton.

Looks like I'm going to be here a while.

Grabbing the papers I went to the small desk near the corner of the office. I got somewhat comfortable and started on the never ending pile of papers. Saying I was there a while was an understatement. I was there past the closing hours and it was almost midnight.

I figured I'd better walk home now. It sucked because there was no buses that drove this late and my car was getting new brakes. I took the elevator down to the main floor and locked the doors behind me. Before I started walking I put on my red zip up jacket and headed down the street.

It was a long walk home from here. Breathing out I saw my breath and then it disappeared. I took out my phone and checked the weather. 43 degrees out. It felt way colder.

I glanced up from my phone and thought I saw something.

Or was it someone?