Mad Love

Part 1~ The Welcome

"Come on Harleen send it!" I yell to myself frustrated that I let a measly piece of paper shake my nerves.
It's just a letter and like grandma always said 'what good does it do if you don't try?'. Come to think of it she was the only familyvy member of my family who wasn't completely incompetent. They aren't your problem anymore stop thinking about them the past stays in the past.
"Need any help darling?" An angelic voice asks me. I turn to see a woman about my age from what I gather with hair as red as the autumn leaves and piercing green eyes.
Recovering from my analyzation I simply reply
"No thank you Mrs....?"
I smoothly slide the Manila envelope into the beige mailbox avoiding the bird poop and turn back to the young woman standing in front of me.
"Pamela. Pamela Isley. Are you sure you don't need help? You seemed to be fighting a war in that pretty head of yours" She winks at me to emphasise her point. I decided to ignore the option of responding to the compliment seeing as it would make the conversation more awkward.
She reminds me of someone, but for some reason I can't quite put my finger on it.
"Just sending a letter. I don't believe we have met before. I'm Harleen Quinnzel. It's a pleasure to meet you Pamela"
I smile and stick my hand out for her to shake. Before my brain has time to process her action Pamela wraps her slim arms around my back and pulls me into a hug nearly tripping me. So this is what it's like to have friends...
I giggle as she releases me and joins in on my laugh session.
"Sorry Harleen I'm a hugger. I just moved here to work at Ace labs actually. They had other locations and I believe even some chemical plants, but I put my money on Gotham. Besides they needed my help way more than metropolis did. I would tell you what I'm working on, but I'm afraid that's confidential darling."
I smile at her and take in her appearance. Long Crimson hair that is put into an elaborate braid, a slight leafy green tint to her skin, and piercing green eyes with specks of gold sprinkled into the mix. I decide not to question her green skin. Who knows maybe it's the latest fashion craze. I've never been up to date with the latest trends due to my extensive hours of work. That's why I moved to Gotham to work at the infamous Arkham Asylum home to the worlds worst criminals.
"As much as I like to talk about my career why not talk about yours. Where do you work darling?"
"Hopefully Arkham Asylum soon. That's what was in that envelope."
Her pearly white smile turns into a panicked expression. For some reason it hurt seeing her like this.
"No no no darling. Arkham Asylum is a very dangerous place. I had a friend work there and after a year of living in the novice bedrooms in the asylum he was moved to the patient ward. He had lost his mind by falling in love with his patient Catwoman. It was such a shame he sure was a looker. The sneaky cat clawed his eyes out as he was about to kiss her and escaped. I should have known better than to let him work there, but I did and I can't change that. However I can change wether or not you go there and I'm not losing another friend."
She had a serious look on her face as she spoke to me like a child getting scolded by their mother when they stepped out of line. The strange part is my college roommate acted the same way saying I was 'insane' for wanting to trash my gymnastics scholarship to Bramson ORT University just to become a physiatrist at Arkham Asylum.
I am snapped out of my trance due to Pamela waving her hand inches form my face.
"Listen Pamela...."