I hope you all like my new story!
I promise it'll get more intense.
R&R :)
Clairemarie
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Harleen opened the door to her office, or box, whichever fit better. She rolled her eyes. Great I get the janitors closet to work in...After a little while of settling in, Harleen heard a slight knock on the door and saw it open a little. "..." Harleen looked up from her desk, which now held a small lamp and a note pad. "Come in!" She said cheerfully, getting bored of just sitting around. The Nurse named Barbara walked in wearing pink scrubs. She was a middle aged woman with short brown curly hair. She had a pleasant smile on her lightly freckled face. Harleen stood as she came in and outstretched her hand. "Nice to meet you. You must be Barbara. Your going to show me my patience?" Barbara smiled and reciprocated her hand shake. "I sure will ." She held a metal clip board, which she flipped open. "You have two patience right now. One was admitted for attempted suicide and the other is schizophrenic." Harleen shook her head. "That's it?" She asked puzzled. "Yes. They always start the Interns off easy, no matter their area of study." Harleen was disappointed. "I guess the schizophrenic will be good for now." She put a small smile on her face. It wasn't Barbara's fault. "Believe me, with the people in here, you'll be happy you got these two." "I guess so." Harleen replied getting anxious to meet her new patience. "Okay, the first is male. His name is Elliot Baker, 20. He tried to hang himself after his girlfriend had cheated on him. And the other is a woman named Jessica Loam. She is just a classic schizophrenic, except she will not take any medicines prescribed to her, and some of her personalities are harmful." Barbara handed her both of their folders and motioned her to follow out the door.
Harleen did as instructed and followed Barbara into the wing in which her first patient was in. "In our case, we section off Arkham by gender. The men are on the West wing, where we are going now. The woman are on the East. The South is where activities, meals, and the showers are held. And the North is all the offices and front door are held. It's fairly easy to get used to after a while. Now..." Barbara started as they were walking toward the West wing. It was so quiet in the halls,that you could hear the squeak and click of their shoes on the pea colored tile floor."...Elliot is usually very easy to get along with, he manages alright. Sometimes, though, he can have a bad day where he lashes out at everyone and only responds to the older female nurses, like myself. He says they remind him of his mother. He is actually a very nice boy. Sad story though..." As Barbara continued to tell his story they walked through the electronic doors, which were opened only by their Sign in Passes. All patience had a ankle bracelet that did not allow them to walk out of each wing without an override by a staff member. Harleen wasn't listening to Barbara, she was to curious, looking into each cell. Each person that was in Arkham had been dubbed with a mental illness by the Gotham Judicial System, this only happens after they do something illegal and then are committed. This made things a bit more interesting to Harleen. Something set all of these people off.She thought to herself. Each cell had four grey walls, but the one facing into the hall had a half glass pane so the Doctors and Nurses can watch the patience at all times. "...It's sad really, but it was illegal so, that's why poor Elliot is in here." Barbara finished looking over to Harleen who was obviously more interested at looking around. "Curious?" Barbara asked with a smile on her face. Harleen's head snapped back to Barbara. "Oh yes! I wish I could talk to each one." She said in a wandering tone. "Well..."Barbara started. "...maybe if your here long enough you just might."
They came up to a cell, holding a young looking man sitting at the edge of his bed drawing with a dull piece of crayon and loose paper. Barbara pressed the little red button on the white intercom that let you talk to the patience without having to open the doors. "Elliot, we have the new psychiatrist here that I told you about." Barbara said in an comforting motherly voice. Elliot's head turned to the glass. He smiled, waved and held up a finger, signaling 'one minute'. Harleen watched him as he neatly put his papers into order and place them onto his bed. He held up the crayon to Barbara, showing her that he was setting it down with his papers. Harleen watched Barbara nod."Patience aren't allowed to have anything on them when they go into their sessions." Barbara explained to Harleen. Elliot walked to the door and lifted up his grey scrub looking clothes revealing a bare stomach, he turned around to show a bare back. He then shook out his pants and jumped up and down. Harleen watched confused. "What...is he doing?" Barbara let out a small laugh. "He's showing he has nothing hidden on his person." Harleen let out a small laugh at the sight. "He's been here a while, hasn't he?" Barbara nodded yes. Elliot gave Barbara a thumbs up. With this she swiped her pass in the lock. The door buzzed signaling it being unlocked. "Your just going to believe him?!" Harleen exclaimed. "Like I said, Elliot is a good kid."
Elliot reached and turned the handle of his cell door. Harleen stepped back as he came out. "Hey-ya Barb!" Elliot said stepping to the side of her. Barbara patted his shoulder and motioned toward Harleen. "This is going to be your new Physiatrist, Elliot." Elliot quickly outstretched his hand. "Elliot Baker, and you are?" Harleen slowly reciprocated his shake. "Doctor Quinzel." Harleen said looking at the boy. He had piercing blue eyes and light brown hair that came a bit passed his eyes. At least he'll be easy to look at...Harleen thought. In her head she slapped herself for thinking so un-professionally. "Well it's a pleasure . It will be fun to talk to someone other than . She can really get a bit stuffy." "Watch it Elliot, the cameras are rolling." Barbara said pointing to a black orb in the ceiling. "Oh yes...the eyes in the sky got hearing now..." Harleen let out a little laugh. She hoped he was always this pleasant.
Elliot then lost his happy smile and sighed. "Oh great, here comes the clown now..." Harleen furrowed her bow. "Who?" She asked turning her head to a giant male nurse leading a man in handcuffs down the white hallway. "You don't know him?" Barbara asked shocked. Harleen shook her head no. "Well...it's probably because he's not wearing his makeup." Harleen still was confused. She truly had no idea who he was. She had left Gotham a few years back after she graduated Collage and had recently moved back for her internship. Barbara instinctively put her arm around Elliot to refrain him from moving. "OH COME ON BERNIE!" She heard the man in cuffs yell to the giant male nurse. "I just wanna...run around a little!" The man in cuffs said trying to break free from Bernie's death grip. "God, if you weren't so damned gigantic..." He didn't finish his sentence but continued to wriggle, then he let out a sigh and gave up. Bernie led him down the hallway to the cell across from Elliot. Harleen just stared. He was quite a handsome man, tall and had greenish blond hair. Except, Harleen noticed something she hadn't from far away, massive scars. Scars leading from the corners of his mouth to mid cheek. Harleen's eyes widened. Bernie pushed the reluctant man to the cell. "Hold still!" Bernie demanded. The man rolled his eyes and hung his head down. Bernie swiped his pass on the mans lock. "Okay, dinner will be in two hours. I will get you again then. Be ready!" Bernie said pushing the man into the cell and locked the door. The man rushed to his intercom inside his cell. "But! But Bernie! Hey! HEY!" Bernie was trying to ignore him, but grudgingly turned toward the man again. "WHAT?!" The man smiled, making his scars bunch more. "But I don't have a clock!" The man said obviously trying to erk him. Bernie grumbled, turned and walked down the hallway.
The man let his finger off the button. Harleen could see him laughing to himself and shaking his head. Harleen swallowed loudly trying to get saliva back into her dry mouth. "Who... is he?"
Elliot crossed his arms. "The Joker." He said through clenched teeth.