Harley's P.O.V-
Nerves, they create such a painful, sickly feeling. Only few would understand what nerves can really do to a simple person, they put a person off and can make them uncoordinated and that is what makes today that little bit scarier. One single mistake and i could be turned on by some of the most dangerous people on Earth and that is why I should stop overreacting and worrying as it'll just make things worse. But, I wish it was that easy, you see it's like your first day at school or meeting your significant others parents, or worse it can be that feeling just before a huge test you haven't revised for. It's terrifying, absolutely terrifying.
It's 10:45am and I have 15 minutes before my first shift, meaning I should really start to calm myself down as I have to make a great impression since my university think I'm one of the best known therapists known to be.
I turn to the small clock on my desk and realise I should start walking to Bane's room, I don't want to be late for my first appointment. I get up and head to his room, my files in hand, locking the door to my office behind me.
In a short while I am met with two guards who are watching over Bane's room, they open the cell door and then tell Bane politely he has a therapy session. He begins to argue back so I am left outside while they tell him its mandatory and if he doesnt go through with it Mr. Thawn will have to have a word with him, but with that he shuts up and I am then allowed in, only with the guards closely behind the door though.
I sit down facing Bane and introduce myself,
"Hello, I am your new therapist Miss. Quinn but you can call me Harley. What would you prefer to be called?"
In a rather deep and muffled voice he replies,
"Just call me Bane, I don't need you and you should be glad I'm handcuffed down."
His comment shocks me a little but I don't hold back,
"Alright, Bane. Would you like to explain some things about yourself? I don't want to come straight in to asking questions etc because that would just be rude and impolite."
He laughs rather loudly, then he says,
"Honestly, do you really think being polite is going to get you anywhere? No one here likes therapists, nurses or anyone for that. So, why do you think you are any different, Miss. Quinnzel?"
I stare puzzeled at the man locked up in front of me,
"Sorry if you think that Bane, but, I can assure you I am different and no matter how much you hate me you will confide in me if you want to get better." I stand up and begin walking to the door. Before I grab onto the handle to release myself from this hell of a room I turn and say,
"Also, it's Miss. Quinn not Quinnzel."
He repeats his deep laugh from earlier and stares directly into my eyes,
"That's what you think Harley."
Without breaking our gaze, he winks and with that I turn away I open the door to get away, walking as fast as I can towatds my office.
I get into my office and sit in my chair, I lie back and rub my temples. Never have I ever thought that this would be so difficult, scary- yes, stressful- no. I look at my clock and discover I had spent almost 45 minutes in that room with Bane, it felt a lot longer. I now have half an hour to prepare for Catwoman who shouldn't be as bad and then 15 minutes to walk to her cell on the otherside of Arkham. I decide to pick out a book about the brain and mind to help me collect myself, I set an alarm on my phone so I don't lose track of time.
Within what feels like seconds my alarm is going off telling me it's time for my second appointment, time really does fly when you're having fun. Once again I lock my office, then with files in hand walk to Catwomans cell.
I walk through the endless corridors following the signs to her cell where I am met by her guards who lead me in and tell her she has a session and surprisingly she doesn't put up a fight when she gets handcuffed. When the guards leave I introduce myself just like i did with Bane,
"Hello, I'm Miss. Quinn. I'm your new therapist well everyone's actually, you can call me Harley if you like, what would you prefer?"
She smirks while saying,
"My normal name, Catwoman would be fantastic."
"Okay well that's good, how about today we just get to know each other a not?"
She smirks again, making me feel uncomfortable, she then replies,
"Why not sweetie, that would be great."
"So, what would you like to start with?"
"Hobbies." She shoots back at my question. I think for a moment and rwpky with,
"Art, ice skating, dancing and reading." She smiles,
"Well, I quite enjoy playing with cats, also stabbing people with their claws."
"How about another theme, what about favourite movie? Mine is The Notebook."
"I've never been a one for romance, or a one for TV at all so i'll pass."
"Okay, anything else Miss?"
"No, now can you leave so I can get back to my own comfort?"
I nod at her, getting up giving a small goodbye as I leave. Well, at least she wasn't as scary as Bane.
My schedule now says its lunch, Poison Ivy session and then hometime. Thank god because I am starving. I put back the files in my office, grab my purse and then leave for the closest sushi restaurant I can find; which I learn is 15 minutes away giving me little time for lunch.
When I get back it is around 1:50pm leaving me in a huge rush to get all my files to go see Poison Ivy. Again, as usual, the guards cuff the patient and tells them they have to cooperate while I wait outside, finally I get in to see her at 2:20pm. This time though it is different when I walk in, she looks almost shocked when I turn to face her; as if she's seen a ghost, she also starts this conversation off too.
"Oh my darling, you look striking. Such beautiful long red hair, where do you get it from darling?"
I smike at her compliment and reply with,
"Thank you and I'm really not too sure, I am Miss. Quinn you're therapist from now on. You can call me Harley, what do you want me to call you?"
"You're welcome, call me Ivy." I sincerly nod and ask,
"What would you like to start with today?" She thinks for a moment and then replies,
"Nothing related to the past I can't handle that just yet." I nod again,
"How about you, tell me about you." She nods and begins speaking almost immediately,
"I am a science finatic! I love making poisonous concoctions, it does me justice watching people burn at my fingertips, kneeling before me begging for a cure." I crookedly smile at her and tap the file in my hand.
"Ivy, it says here that you have a mysterious connection with plants called The Green. It sounds interesting, would you like to talk about that?" She frowns, am angered impression building on her face. She suddenly bursts, shouting,
"NO! GET OUT, I SAID NO PAST! THAT IS PAST, MY CHI...."
The guards and a nurse rush in sedating her before she can finish, what was she going to say? Was she going to mention a child? Maybe but I'll figure that out next time. Now I need to go home, tidy, shower and then rest for tomorrows appointments with, Penguin, Two-face and Scarecrow. Tomorrow will be worse, much worse. I hate scarecrows, they have scare in their name for a reason and that is because they're terrifying.
I leave my office, say goodbye to Rachel and then leave Arkham with Ivy and tomorrow pounding their way around my brain.
