Something Wicked This Way Comes (DC)

Burnt Sugar

Anastasia awoke to Hade's soft purrs of affection. she scratched behind his ears before rolling out of bed. she dressed herself for work, having a couple peaces of toast for breakfast before leaving. Ana usually worked afternoon shifts, but seeing as she was training today she had to be there early. 

it was a short drive to the asylum. normally drinking tea in the mornings, Anastasia instead was sipping on the concoction she made the night before. a formula to grant her more patients today. after ariveing and going through security, Anastasia made her was to her office. upon entry Ana found a young woman waiting for her.

"you must be Doctor Wicked, I'm Harleen Quinzel. it's a plesure to meet you!" the young woman spoke with the slightest hint of a Brooklyn accent, offering Anastasia her hand for a shake. 

"yes, it's lovely to meet you Doctor Quinzel." Ana shook her hand politely. Dr. Q. was a thin but fit woman. she wore a dark grey pencil skirt with a red blouse, a black blaser, and black heals with red bottoms. her blonde hair was in a high bun, and her blue eyes were framed nicely by well aplyed makeup. she sertanly a beautiful young woman. Anastasia felt a touch of sympathy for her. such a pretty girl, likely from Brooklyn, the discrimination she must have endured.  

Anastasia showed Dr. Q. around the asylum. Ana never made friends vary quickly, however she got along with Dr. Q. quite nicely. Ana wondered if the suspicion she'd felt the day before was merely her own misstrust. 

"now, i have a session with a patient. i think it would do you well to sit in with me. so you could get a feel for the kind of patients we have here, and how they sometimes behave. today i'm working with Harvey Dent. he's usually quite calm, but he can turn on a dime, so to speek. however, i doubt he'll have an extream reaction to you." Ana spoke to Dr. Q.

"alright. sounds like a great idea!" Harleen responded. the two women returned to Ana's office. Ana handed Dr. Q. Dent's file so she could look it over before the sesstion began. 

"this guy used to be a District Attorney, right?" Harleen asked. Anastasia nodded in responce. there was a nock on the office door.

"come in." Ana spoke. a guard escorted in a broad-shouldered man. his hair was a dirty brown color. his face was square with a strong jaw and dark eyes. but his most striking feature, was the extencive burn scars the covered the right half of his face. Harleen gasped softly once his face came fully into the light, causeing Ananstasia to cringe. bad move Dr. Q.

the man gave an unfriendly glare to Dr.Q. as he sat in the seat across from Anastasia.

"good afternoon Mister Dent." Ana spoke calmly.

"who's the blonde chick Doc?" Dent questioned, still glaring at the other woman.

"this is Doctor Quinzel. today is her first day. would you mind if she sat in on our sesstion today?" Ana asked genuinely. Harvey eyed Harleen again.

"it's fine by me Doc. as long as she remembers to mind her manners." he grunts in responce, finaly turning his attention to Dr. Wicked. the rest of the sesstion went well. Harleen didn't speek and mostly staired at the ground. after the hour was up, the guard escorted Harvey back to his cell. Ana flipped Dent's file closed.

"well, i hope that gave you a calm enough tast." she said, looking at Dr. Q. "your lucky. Dent was in a good mood today. i've seen him somedays when he'd try and take someones head off if they so much as looked at him the wrong way." 

"i'm sorry." Harleen's voice was quiet as she looked at the ground.

"don't forget, Doctor Quinzel, these patients are not mentally stable. which means that sometimes... they snap." Ana snapped her fingers loudly, causing Dr. Q. to jump. Ana smirked quietly to herself.

Anastasia left her office, Harleen not far behind.

"i do belive this concludes your training sesstion today Doctor Quinzel." Ana staited as the two walked down the hall. as they walked they passed the holding cells. Dr. Q. stopped dead in her tracks.

"Hey, Doctor Wicked, is that who i think it is?" she asked, grabing Ana's arm. Anastasia turned to see... the Clown Prince himself.

"Batman draged him in today." one of the guards staited. 

"shouldn't he be put on trial first?" Ana inquired. 

"nah, they'd pretty much just drop him here. guess everyone thinks he's our problem." the guard shrugged. 

"lovely." she sighed. "come along Quinzel."

"Quinzel hmm?" the clown spoke, eyeing Harleen curiosly.

"coming Anastasia! oh, is it okay if i call you by your first name?" Harleen asked. Ana was, suprised. calling her by her first name is usually something he's reserve for her friends, not that she curently have many of those. 

"...Anastasia..." the diffrent voice spoke. none of them had notesed, but there was a second man in the holding cell. "...Anastasia...Wicked?" Ana's blood ran cold. no... it couldn't be...not that voice.