Quinn Tales

chapter 1 ( duty calls)

"Beep, beep!"
Ugh my alarm already. I have only been asleep for an hour. 8 hours? There is no way in hell I've been asleep that long. Well with all these nightmares going on I guess I don't feel the sleep anymore. For the last what 15 years of my life I've been having nightmares about the night my family died.

I was sent to a boarding school on the outskirts of Gotham. It was an all girl's boarding school and my parents payed top dollar for me to go to Gotham heights. All the children hated me there and I hated them. I didn't know any other way to deal with all my emotions then begging my mother to take me home for the weekend of my birthday December 2ed.
My whole family showed up to get me in our adorable car. I was fighting with my sister all the way home about whose grades were better.
"So Hun how are your studies going?" Mom interrupts out cat fight.

I shove another piece of pizza into my mouth debating weather to tell her how horrible the children are there or to get over it. I decide telling her would make her angry so I keep my mouth closed. "School is amazing mom. I feel so important there. I think I'll live up to your...uhem my expectations in life" I almost said something forbidden. My mom hated when someone told her she was pushing her life on her kids. Dad had warned us never to tell her she is pushing her fantasies on us. We didn't want to know what would happen if we did so no one ever did. We let her live happy as if this stupid school was my idea or this town or house. I didn't want to leave my real home where I had grown up.

"Hello earth do idiot" my sister taunted with her hands in front of my face.

I snapped out of my day dream of sorts and pushed her hand out of my face. "What do you want! People have their own lives Ally not everyone can listen to you all day!"

"HARLEEN!" My father yelled as he pointed to the gift Ally had thrown on the carpet. We were in the house? I don't even remember leaving the car. My father looked at me again " are you spacing again?"
Only my father new of my recent spaces in time. I would go into a dream of sorts and see things. And when they were over I would remember nothing of what was really going on in reality. My father called them fantasy spaces.

"Maybe you should stay home this year..I could school you from here." He smiled trying not to show that he didn't want me to to space and kill a student at school or something.

"Dad no I"...

" beep beep!"
I snapped back to reality and my alarm was still going off.
"I thought I shut you off!" I screamed punching the bitten while slipping on my blouse. I was going to work, my favorite place to be in the world. A phycologist at Arkham Asylum. It was a little weird finding comfort in a place like that, but it was my sanctuary in life.

I slipped into some greyish jeans and a black belt. I decided to solely eat a bagel knowing that we would be having a sort of pot luck at lunch today. I grabbed my keys and left my small apartment. I didn't need extra rooms or beds so my small place made me happy. But I mostly spent my time at work anyway.

As I walked to work I began to think about what everything would be like today. This is the coldest year Gotham has ever had. I've been here four years treating patients. It's a bit weird treating 'crazy' people all day,but to me sometimes j feel like they are not crazy. That they are actually smart. I mean all there ideas seem to be reasonable.. I wouldn't call it crazy I would call it misunderstood.

I walk in the door of the office and smell the coffee from the work room and decide since it's only 8:30 I can get coffee before my next meeting. I walk into the room get my coffee and I sit at the table. Mark my coworker decided to sit next to me. He was eating a sugar donut.
"How is your day mark?" I ask as he gets comfortable.
"Fine" he says unsure "you look amazing in jeans.

"Any new patients" I say taking another sip of my coffee. If anyone would know he would. He was head of entrance. He knew who was in and out every day before anyone.
His face turned white like a ghost and he was about tk say something but right before he opened his mouth, the boss walked in. She began walking to our table and put her hand on Mark's shoulders.

"Would it be alright if I talked for a moment with Miss Quinzel." She spoke and her lips were red making every word feel important to me. Her eyes never left mine.
Mark shook his head grabbed his donut and shuffled out of the way with her taking his place.

"Mrs. Arkham what a nice surprise. May I help you?" I say with a nervous smile.

"Could we meet in your office after your 9a.m. meeting?" She said wiping the crumbs off the table.

"Yes, of course. My office?" I smiled a bright smile. When the boss lady wanted to talk you never said no. It was usually a good or extreamly bad thing to be honest. She shook her head and exited the office. I finished my coffee and realized that my next appointment was on floor -3 so I better get going.

I left the room and when I made it half way down the first floor in the elavator I realized I never did hear what Mark needed to say. Well there is no time now I'm already half way down the second floor now and it is 8:55. I was going to be late.
I rushed out of the elavator at the floor marked -3 and I began to walk down the hall way toward my next appointment.
I walked to the door and showed the gaurds my paper work and they let me in the room. They removed her chains and sat her at the table. Her long red hair was turning grey and she had cracks in her lips as well as two giant welts from shock therapy. We talked for a while about how therapy was working. It was horrible that she had to be shocked into thinking she was normal again. She had nice powers but when she blew up a household for cutting down their trees it becomes a problem.

After my appointment I walked out of the room and realized it was 10 already and I have to travel 6 floors. I hurried up the stairs instead of the elavator and I made it to my floor. Floor 3 was empty it was more of a storage floor. I was the only office on it to be exact. I walked toward my office door and I entered the room realizing it was 10:18 and Mrs. Arkham was already sitting on the chair fitting with papers.
"I'm sorry to keep you waiting I took the stairs. I said fixing my blouse.

She smiled fixing her papers " I had notes for you hold on a moment."

"We have a new patient. And I want you to take him. I understand if you can't but no one else will.." She said shaking her head a bit. "He isn't your regular patient and I don't expect you to treat him in an easy manner..he is strong possessive and angry, but happy..you need to be smart and strong" who could we be getting.
"Who is it " I said clearing my voice a bit.

"The joker..it's the joker the bad caught him yesterday" she said shakily.

"I will take him but I'm going to need a file" I said. I feel a sudden drop in my stomach and I'm horrified that I made a mistake. I have always wanted to treat the joker. Who hasn't 'well I guess everyone since everyone said no'.

She handed me the file " your meet and greet starts now..head down to his floor. I can't accompany you sorry I have to much to do." She said it and walked out the door like she was trying to leave me be for this one she wanted to not help.

I made my way down the hall to the elavator. He was on the lowest level of the building.. No one was out down there unless they were a risk. I exited the elavator and the hall was silent. There was guards everywhere at least 30 of them holding shot guns, riffles, machine guns, and knifes. They had helmets on as well. I walked passed them and straightened my blouse again. I walked to the unmarked door with at least 59 guards standing around it and they asked for my papers. They also called for the boss to say it was alright. One man looked at me and smiled "your a dead women walking." He opened the door.

And there he was....