A Not So Normal Day at Work

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I walk through the asylum halls, it's unusually quiet. All you can hear it the clicking of my heels on the tile floor. I walk past empty cells, just like usual. I don't see many guards, and I already feel mystery in the air. I start to walk faster, all this quietness is making me feel uneasy. I finally end up in the staff room and I see the TV on. 

"BATMAN! SAVES THE DAY AGAIN!"

New Anchor: "Batman pushed a man whom remains anonymous into vat of toxins at Ace Chemicals. The man was about to do some bad! So the Bat did some good! This man will be taken to Arkham Asylum for care by some 'lucky' fellow! More on that tonight at 6. Back to you Joan."

Good I think to myself, another criminal caught. Maybe I'll finally be assigned to someone instead of just walking around waiting. Hopefully I'll get him, if no one can figure him out I'll get more people to help instead of filing papers. That's my goal, to get him, dissect him, and figure him out. I'll make him good as new! I wonder what he looks like, can't look too good after all those chemicals!

All of a sudden I see cars pulling up outside, along with at least 5 news cars. I bet this is 'it', I see a figure get out of a police car but can't make out a face. I dash out of the staff room and into my office to formulate a plan, questions to ask, and way to persuade 'it' to answer things. I grab my plans hop in my car and rush home.

(The next day)

I return to work, where all of a sudden the little empty asylum became a huge crowed asylum just like that! My boss pulled me aside, I hoped this was the moment, especially since I haven't been assigned to anyone for as long as I've worked here.

"Dr. Harleen, you are the only doctor who's not booked, I'm going to need you to work with the new guy. He classifies himself as... The Joker." He says.

I was already intrigued with his name. But all of a sudden my stomach started cramping up, maybe it's from the potato knishes I had the night before. I start to feel really sick.

"Yes, sir." I say, which is all I manage to stutter out.

I run to the bathroom, I shut myself in a stall and I start to shake, unsure why. I start to projectile vomit into the toilet. Luckily no one was in the bathroom I sit on the bathroom floor I cuddle myself and start to breathe again. After a few minutes I stopped shaking and flushed the toilet. I got up straighten up my dress, opened my purse (which I brought with me) and stuck a mint in my mouth. I walk back to my office and went over my plans. Tomorrow I was going to start a session with him, as the email from my boss read, telling me the details. He's very unstable so guards will have to stand by the door. Don't fall for any tricks it finally said. I don't fall for tricks, and I never would. I'm going to figure this guy out one way or another! 

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