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--Clairemaire

It was nearing the end of Elliot's session with me. My note pad was almost full of notes. I had to admit though, there were a bunch of scribbles, too. It's not that I wasn't listening to him, just at times he tended to ramble. "...And that was the last time I thought of school as something mandatory." Elliot expressed, for the third time. I just nodded in thought. I tried to listen, but I couldn't get that man out of my head. The obnoxious one with the scars. He seemed like someone I should talk to. He seemed more interesting than poor Elliot's depression problems. I am a good Doctor, damn-it. I shouldn't have to put up with this.

I tried to shake the thoughts out of my head, and look interested in Elliot. I studied his actions. He seemed content on sitting for long periods of time. Only once and a while shifting his weight from one tapping leg to the other. He tended to fiddle with his hair,moving the curly brown fluff out of his eyes periodically. I looked down at my watch, thank goodness the session was up. "Um, Elliot, looks like time is up for today." I said with a pleasant smile on my face. He seemed to be disappointed. I gathered what papers I had and stood up.

Elliot was still sitting in the metal chair. I turned to face him. "You coming?" I asked a bit annoyed. I wanted to get back to his cell to see the other man. I needed to talk to him. Elliot sighed and slumped his head.

"Do you promise your coming back tomorrow?" He said staring at the floor. "Elliot, of corse I'm coming back tomorrow. It's my job." I said just wanting to leave. "But...if it wasn't your job...would you still want to talk to me...like if I wasn't locked up in here?" He said looking up at me with his piercing blue eyes.

I sighed. Great. My first patient has a crush on me. "Elliot, now you know thats inappropriate." He stood up at that and straightened himself out. "I'm sorry, really I am. It's just I've been in here so long, having to talk to old ladies who don't know me at all. It's just such a nice change of...senary..." Hmm... this is more interesting than what he was talking about earlier. "So you feel stuck in here?" I asked probing to get more. Elliot threw his hands up in frustration. "OF CORSE I DO! How can I feel like I belong here? I just fucked up once in my life and now I'm stuck in this crazy house. I mean I have to put up with schizos and child rapists! And don't even get me started on the fuck that lives across from me." He was talking about the man with the scars. Now I was interested.

Elliot seemed the most animated right now than he has in the whole session. "What's wrong with him?" I asked genuinely interested. I needed to know more about him. "You really don't know him, do you?" I shook my head no and sat back down in my chair. I felt like this might take a while. And right now, I had all the time in the world.

"God , you must have been living under a rock. That's the Joker." The name seemed familiar, like I've seen it on headlines before.

Elliot was pacing now, running a tanned hand though his hair once in a while. He seemed quite perturbed by this man. I wanted to know why. "He...or should I say IT, has committed the most crimes in the past month than any drug lord or mob man had in a year. He kills innocent people, he blows up hospitals, and most of all, he doesn't care in the least!" Elliot spurted out, obviously irritated. "Well,Elliot.." I started. "...You seem to be getting too worked up over this issue and I think it's something that we need to touch base on tomorrow." Elliot scoffed at my remark with a flick of his wrist. "I don't give shit about it. He can suck it." Elliot said marching past me toward the door. He pounded on the metal door and the guard from the other side unlocked it to let him out.

Before leaving Elliot turned toward me. "Don't get mixed up with him. Your going to want to, but I'm warning you." He said with a point of his finger. My back straightened and I nodded.

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After the explosion of Elliot's rants, I made my way back to my broom closet. I moseyed down the North Wing reluctantly. I wanted to go back to The West. Maybe I can "check" up on Elliot later. I thought.

I got to my box and sat down, sighing. I had 2 hours until I had to go talk to the schizophrenic. My chair was quite comfy considering how cheap everything else was in my broom closet. I rested my head on my hand while I started doodling on my note pad. I felt my eyes grow heavy as the minutes passed. I tried to fight the on-coming sleep but my eyes fought back with my brain. I tired to keep doodling to keep my self awake, but my head slowly grew heavier in my hand as I slowly slipped into sleep.

The massive nurse at the front desk got a call over her Walkie-Talkie that a woman in The South had just tried to stab another patient with a tooth brush. So she pounced out of her chair and ran up to 's door. "Doctuh'! I'm cwalled outta duh front. I gotta run to Duh South to break up somethin'. 'Nd Missy ain't here to covuh', I juss wan'ed ta' let yah' know."

looked up from her paper work. "Thank you Betsy. Today has been slow. I don't think there will be many visitors. I'll just let Sam know to not let anyone except personal into the building." Betsy shook her massive head and left, slamming the door behind her.

The slamming door shook Harleen awake. She sat straight up, forgetting about her surroundings, and screamed a little. Then quickly stifled herself with her hands slapping over her mouth. Harleen let out a big sigh and slid back down in her comfy chair. She slid her white sleeve up revealing her watch which read 2:45. Harleen rolled her eyes. Of course I only have 15 minutes to get to my next patient. She let out another sigh as she pushed herself up out of her chair and walked out into the hallway.

She walked past 's office but was stopped by a call of her name. "Oh! Harleen, please come in for a second." Harleen begrudgingly turned on her heal to stick her head into the office. "Well, actually Doctor I'm going to be late for my patient if I don't get going over to The East..." Harleen said pointing out the door with her thumb. held up a hand. "Who was your patient for this afternoon?" Harleen looked down at the folder he had tucked under her arm. "Ah, Loam, Jessica Loam." shook her head. "She was stabbed a little while ago, she'll be in the infirmary for the rest of the day, I can presume."

Harleen's shoulders slumped and she cocked her head to look out the door with a sigh. She started to go out the door when called again. Harleen rolled her eyes and turned back into the office. "ALSO! Could you let Sam know that visitors will not be allowed in the rest of the day. And only officials with Sign In Passes will be allowed in." Harleen shook her head and turned out. She mumbled to herself as she made her way over the front door. Making me her lap dog...what am I...doing errands for ...

She made it over to the big doors leading outside and pushed. They didn't budge and a computer voice sounded over the speaker. "Sign In Pass required for access to outside. Please swipe and try again." The woman computer voice politely stated. Harleen was utterly annoyed with this voice. It seemed so cheery, and horrible at the same time. She dug into her front pocket and seized the plastic square to swipe. After the swipe a green light blinked and the voice came over again. "Doctor Harleen Quinzel. Outside access permitted at 2:54 pm. Thank you!" Harleen scowled up at the speaker. "Welcome!" She said barging past the doors to the big metal ones leading to the outside.

The heavy metal doors were giving Harleen a bit of trouble, trying to open them was a whole other story. After several attempts on pushing on the door to open, it quietly swung back at her. "UGH!" Harleen exclaimed. "Uh..." Harleen heard the voice on the other side. "It's a pull from the inside, Miss."

Sam's big body came into Harleen's view. He was chuckling as he eyed the now pissed off Doctor. "Ah, . Having not such a good first day?" Sam said raising an eye brow. "No, not really." Harleen said crossing her arms and leaning up against the door frame while Sam held the door open with ease. "Anyway, sent me out here to tell you..." Harleen started but Sam cut her off. "Yeah, no visitors. I got it over the radio." He said tapping on the Walkie-Talkie strapped to his hip.

Harleen rolled her eyes. "Of course you did." She said letting out a big sigh. Sam chuckled again. "Well, , things will get smoother I promise." Sam said with a big grin. Harleen rolled her eyes again. "Yeah, I suppose." She said turning to go back inside. "But.." Sam started. "If you're not busy after you get off, maybe...I don't know..."

Sam looked down at the ground, fiddling with his shoe. Harleen couldn't help but smile. At least I'll get a good date out of this insanity. "Sam? Are you asking me out?" Harleen said cocking her head down to get him to look at her. He was taller than her so this wasn't hard to do. "Uh... I guess I am." He said smiling again. She noticed how green his eyes were, and how his black hair was nicely tucked back into his hat. Harleen smiled. "Of course. Where do you want to meet?" Harleen said still slanted against the door frame. "Well, Todd's on 51st is easy to get to." Harleen shook her head. "Yeah, I remember how to get there. I got to get back or they'll think you captured me." Harleen said in a joking tone poking him slightly in the stomach. Sam automatically squared his shoulders and held the door wide open for her to get back in. "I'll see you at 8ish." Harleen said before turning to go back into Arkham.

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Walking in Arkham wasn't the most exciting thing ever. Hearing the muffled screams from locked up patients, and the squeaks of the orderlies white sneakers rushing around, were white noise by 3 PM. Harleen slowly made her way over to The West to go check up on Elliot. Or that's what she told herself.

Once she got to the place to slide her Sign In Pass, this went so much more easier than trying to get outside. No cheery computer voices, just a simple green light and a buzz let her right in. She was still a bit edgy from the earlier confrontations, but that was slowly fading out of her.

She made her way down the long hallway to Elliot's room, all to cautious of her surroundings. The room was dark which confused Harleen. She carefully cupped her hands and tried to peer inside.

"Hey Sugar, He's not in there." She jumped at the raspy voice, coming from behind her. She made a complete spin on her heals and almost fell, but she caught herself. "Uh, excuse me. What did you just call me?" She asked perturbed, trying to fix her jacket.

She was now face to face with the Man. Of corse he was on the other side of the glass but nobody else was in the long, silent hallway so it seemed so intimate. The man shrugged and held his finger over the button. "Nothin'. Just what are you doing Doctor? Hmm?" The man said cocking his head to the side squinting his eyes at her. She felt a cold chill run slowly down her spine as she tried to square herself. "That's none of your business...um..." Harleen tried to remember his name but she was at a loss. The man was no help, he just continued to stare at her with his eyebrows raised. Harleen looked away then back up to meet his gaze. He slowly pushed the red button. "You don't know me?" He said in that deep, raspy voice, unlike any other voice she's heard before.

Harleen shifted her weight from one leg to the other, uncomfortably. "No..." She said quietly still holding his gaze. She couldn't look away even if she wanted to. He seemed to content with silence, which Harleen was not.

The man let out a small chuckle. "You can call me Sexy, Baby, Sweet Thing, anything of that sort." He said with the corners of his mouth twitching up. Harleen rolled her eyes and shook her head. "No, thank you." She said turning to leave. "You'll be back, Sugar!" He said. Harleen spun on her heel, went right over to his glass, held up a finger and poked the glass. "YOU, call me . Do you got it?" She said staring straight at him this time. The Man smiled and laughed. "What ever you say Sug...eh Doc."

Harleen let out a frustrated sigh and marched away. She could hear the man let out a long, loud laugh behind her.