Becoming Harlivy

Chapter 3

As I was finishing off my lunch I began walking towards my next patient of the day: Joker.

Dr.Lee agreed that I was able to have a session only if I agreed to do it through a plexiglass cage. I smirked regarding my last session with Pamela.

I could clearly feel the anger in between us when I called her by her birth name, hopefully, I angered her just enough for her to open up to me. As I walked towards the highest security end of the intensive care unit I began to feel the hairs on my neck rise.  I began to feel my stomach turn, not out of fear, but of sheer excitement.

I was really about to do this. I was about to talk to one of the most psychotic, most feared, man in all of Gotham.  It got darker as I headed towards the isolated room with two guards having rifles by their sides.

¨Dr.Quinzel?¨ one of the guards asked.

I nodded showing him my badge.  He nodded back at me and opened up the room and inside was a plexiglass cage with a single light shined and a manic laugh began to echo around the cage.

¨What do we have here? A new one? Oh, I do love blondes, some might just say a little too much. But don't worry, I don't bite.¨ he said looking up with a grand smile.

I cleared my throat and sat in a chair across the plexiglass. He was sitting on the ground, criss-cross apple sauce style, like a child, except he looked nothing like one. His green hair was getting long, he had dark bags under her eyes but his retina was full of manic light. She thought that she had pale skin, his was the palest she had ever seen. The red smile carved into his face seemed to keep growing. 

¨My name is Dr.Quinzel. How are you today?¨ I asked nicely.

He gave a small chuckle, ¨Considering the fact that I am in a plexiglass cage with this crap they call ¨lunch¨. I should say I am doing fine, but that would be lying wouldn't it, and we don't want to lie to each other right Harleen?¨

I looked at him bewildered.

¨How did you-¨

¨Dare I say I am impressed with your thesis paper. Not only a blonde but a smart one. Isn't that nice? Graduated at the top of her class, hmm and an athlete I believe! My my weren't you the perfect student? Now all I'm wondering is why such a perfect and might I dare say the most beautiful student ended up here?¨

¨Well, I have always been captivated by the human mind, no one would dare even to step a toe in this place, so I took it on as a challenge.¨ I replied. Did he just call me beautiful?

¨Tsk tsk tsk I thought we wouldn't be lying to each other Harleen. I thought we were friends?¨ he said with a pout. He then followed it by a cackle. 

¨Are you sure it wasn't due to daddy issues? Since yours was always having some trouble with the law.  Not being able to help daddy with his gambling problem?¨

He began to howl with laughter.

I began to feel my blood boil.

¨I don't know how you attained that information and honestly, I don't give a darn. But ya don't give the orders here I DO. All I want to know is what it is you want in the end because clearly, I can see that everything you do has to do with a last laugh type of deal but if ya aren't going to take this seriously then I will just have to pass you on to someone else I got better things to do.¨ I said through gritted teeth.

He stopped laughing abruptly and gave me a sinister smile,

¨Looks like I struck a nerve haven't I? Even an accent? Was that Brooklyn I heard? Didn't think to get this kind of reaction until tomorrow. Anyhow, you are very observant arent you Miss Quinzel? There's hope for you yet."