Rise of Harley Quinn Jr.

Mr. Jack White

Harleen pushed up her glasses as she walked down the hall, a folder in her arms. The folder contained information about Barbara Gordon, Harleen's most challenging patient. She was being rather difficult. Harleen had a few sessions with Miss Gordon and every session ended with her yelling, accusing Harleen of something. She kept on referring to an incident with this "Harley Quinn" girl. It was very strange, and her patient believed it one hundred percent. It's no wonder how she escaped prison and ended up in Arkham Asylum because Barbara is no doubt crazy, even if she didn't want to admit it.

Rants about what was real or not seemed to be a staple all over the asylum from the doctors and orderlies, down to the inmates. She was either mentioning people that didn't exist, or saying how she was sorry about everything. About what exactly was something that Harleen still couldn't figure out. There was some sort of inner trauma, a buried memory perhaps, that was probably the key. Harleen just needed to figure out how to get her patient to open up. Which was easier said than done. However, Harleen had confidence she would figure out how to cure her. It would just take time, and she could wait on that. If she could wait years to become a psychiatrist, then she could wait on Barbara to open up.

What she couldn't wait on... Was that temper. She had to do her best to take care of that or there would never be any progress on her patient. It was for this reason, why she was talking to the warden of Arkham Asylum; Mr. Jack White. Although he also went by the name of Mr. J. Harleen was confident he would know what to do. Afterall, he told Harleen to take care of Miss Gordon, so he should know exactly what to do.

Harleen entered a door to her right, at the end of the hall. The room inside was nice. Nice wallpaper covered the walls with paintings everywhere. A desk made of mahogany wood was towards the back, complete with a leather chair that reclined. There was a man sitting in the chair. He leaned back in a way that was not only comfortable, but relaxing. He seemed to be completely calm, already looking at paperwork. Most likely, this paperwork came from another patient.

"Sir," Harleen said, doing her best to get his attention.

He looked up at her immediately. "Yes, Dr. Quinzel?"

Harleen cleared her throat. "I wanted to talk to you about a recent patient of ours,"

"Barbara Joan Gordon?" Mr. White asked, correctly guessing who she was talking about. It didn't surprise Harleen in the slightest, Mr. White was very knowledgeable in the patients. Sometimes, he knew them better than the actual doctors treating them.

Mr. White was a man in his late thirties, very young for the warden of Arkham Asylum, and had a bit of a long chin. His hair was also slicked back and he wore glasses, very similar to the kind that Harleen Quinzel wore herself. However, his prescription, at least from what she heard, was extremely different.

Harleen nodded her head and put the folder, containing Barbara's information, on Mr. White's desk. "Yes, I wanted to go over the treatment plan. There is an unfortunate issue that I wanted to discuss."

"I am aware," Mr. White said, opening the folder. "She has been quite aggressive towards the orderlies, guards, nurses, and of course, doctors. I've debated personally about keeping her isolated, but she hasn't been physical to anyone. At least, not yet." He then handed the folder back to her.

"You've heard?" Harleen asked. That was a stupid question. Of course, he knew. How could he not? Not only had he specifically asked for Harleen to take care of Miss Gordon, but he knew the patients pretty well.

Mr. White smiled. "The walls in this asylum are very dense and word travels around quite quickly." He then pushed up his glasses. "So, how have the sessions between you and Miss Gordon been going? Is she open about herself, or very closed?"