You're His Favorite Joke

Chapter 3: Work On It

Dr. Harleen Quinzel

It has been almost two hours since my session with Pamela Isley whos is better known as Poison Ivy. In my honest opinion, I feel like the session went well, but what Ivy said still stuck with me.

"You're naïve." Ivy's voice echoed in my head and it began to give me a slight headache. And what did she mean that Gotham was gonna just chew me up? I think she forgot who was behind bars and who wasn't. But in all honesty, how could I let that bother me? She only thought her negative that due to my lack of preparedness. Also, she will try to prey on me if I'm scared of her. I'll show her what I'm truly capable of in the next session we have together. I want her not to try to compete or one up. I want her to trust me. I want to help her.

My self-pep talk was disturbed by a knock at my office door. Before opening the door, I cleaned up the scattered papers and notes of my session with Ivy-- I mean Pamela.

I opened my door to find Dr. Leland. She had her black jacket on showing she was heading home."How did it go, Dr. Quinzel?" She asked as she followed me into my office.

"Very well, it would have been better if I had some time to prep," I answered as I set some folders into my suitcase.
"I am sorry, but we had to see if you were ready for the unknown. And we needed your help immediately."
"Yes, I understand the urgency. I just feel like I could have done much better if I was at least ready. Pamela isn't a standard patient. She is urgent care and I believe she deserves better than an unprepared evaluation."

"I understand the concern and I do appreciate it. But here in Gotham, Doctor, there are way more lunatics then sane people. If we sat down and studied over a patient before we tend to them, then they will never get better." Before I can respond, Dr. Leland zipped up her coat and made her way out of my office, but turned to tell me one last thing."Silly me, I almost forgot, tomorrow we will have a meeting with the other two supervisors to see if you are well suited for Blackgate."

I began to put on my coat and answered with a nod.

"Do come dressed--how can I say this?"

Dr. Leland placed her hand on her head thinking of a way to form her words. Her hand left her head and sketched me out while she spat out, "In different colors. Red and black aren't your colors, Sweetie," Dr. Leland gave a half-smile and calmed her waving hand.

"What's wrong with the way I look?" I asked stepping back to display myself. It's not like I'm walking around in bright pink and blue!

"You dress appropriately, Doctor. But it seems the problem is the choice of colors. I've meant to ask you, where exactly are you from Dr. Quinzel?" Dr. Leland now placed her hand on her side.

"Oh, I don't see how it matters, but Brooklyn," I answered as I circled my scarf around my neck.

"Of course, I don't know why I bother asking. Your accent says it all. Work on it," Dr. Leland demanded.

"Yes, of course, Doctor Leland. How foolish of me. Looking like the Class Clown with all this red and black," I sarcastically responded. Pointing out my dull attire.

"Yes...Well, thank you," Dr. Leland walked away, nose in the air.

"Well, I guess not everyone will get my jokes," I giggled to myself as I made way outside of Blackgate and into my car.