Hunted

Chapter 1

() = Thinking

[] = Sign language

Harleen Quinzel sit with a friend outside of shake shop. Her friend talks on and on about various subjects while Harleen nods her head and stirs her drink not even remotely paying attention to the topic at hand.

(Harleen Quinzel Pov)

Sigh...another day another Arkham patient to council. Day in and day out...nothing really changes. Different people same responses. It'd drive anyone crazy. I wanted to help people, but it's been so boring! Not a single patient peaked my interest. At 22 years old this isn't really where I thought my life would be...

???: Harley! Earth to Harley!

Harley: Huh? Wha?

???: Are you even listening to me?

Harley: Uh...yea?

She karate chops my forehead.

Harley: Ow!

???: Listen, if you could just do me that favor.

Harley: Favor?

???: *Sigh* The Orphanage I volunteer at got some new teenager. 13 years old...Apparently he isn't really talking to anyone nor is he eating anything. If he goes another week like this.....well the staff don't think he'd have much time left.

Harley: So force him to eat something.

???: You realize how bad that'd make the Orphanage look right?

Harley: So? Just hold a press conference or somethin and explain the situation.

???: Yes, because an angry mob always listens to reason. Please Harley?

I blew bubbles in my drink while thinking about it. It might not be the change I wanted, but at least it'd be a change to my routine.

Harley: Okay I'll do it.

???: Great!

She stood up and immediately started to drag me away from my drink.

Harley: Wha—where we goin?

???: The Orphanage! Duh! I want you to work your magic asap!

This is what I get for being a great friend.

(At The Orphanage)

(General Pov)

As Harley and her friend arrive at the Orphanage they hear the voices of children echoing through the doors of the building. As they enter the room is filled with children shouting and playing. They stop at the front desk.

???: Vanessa. You know the drill.

Vanessa: Yes I know. I.D. and reason of working on an off day. This is Dr. Harleen Quinzel, she's here to help us with our teenager problem.

???: Ah! Yes...please...the faster we can take care of it the better.

Harley: I'll uh...do my best.

After checking in Vanessa leads Harley towards the second floor. Kids gathered around a door at the end of the hall trying to look inside.

Vanessa: Okay all of you, Shoo! Shoo!

The kids scatter as Vanessa prepares to knock on the door.

Vanessa: Listen Harley...this kid...well...his been through kinda a lot....I mean a lot.

Harley: What kinda of stuff are we talkin about here?

Vanessa: Well—

Before she could answer, the door suddenly swings slightly open and shows a young girl. She begins to move her hands in various positions.