"That's fine, you're doing very well. I think we're finally getting somewhere."
"Perhaps."
I shut off the tape and scanned Gordon's face.
"So? What do you think?"
"Hmm."
"Hmm?"
"I think it's nothing I haven't heard before."
"Huh? What do you mean?"
"Listen kiddo, the man's a manipulative psychopath, a genius. He wants your sympathy, that's all. He'll be plotting his next escape I can assure you. Don't get yourself caught up in his mess."
"But Gordon-"
"Look, I'm sorry Harleen, but I think he's playing you," he sighed.
"Right, I understand."
He got up from the chair and adjusted his glasses.
"I'll, uh, leave you to your work."
Then he shuffled out of my office, closing the door behind him. I let out a frustrated sigh. How the hell was I going to do this?
I decided to speak to Sinner about Ivy and check out her office while she had a patient, so at 4 o'clock I knocked loudly at her door.
"Come in."
She didn't look too keen to see me.
"Doctor Quinzel, what can I do for you?"
I sat on the wooden seat across from her.
"It's about one of my patients, Pamela Isley."
Her face remained stone like - cold and uncaring.
"Go on."
"When I went to see her this morning, the carbon emissions had been tampered with and turned up to full. She can't survive without oxygen, you know?"
"That's...unfortunate, Harleen. But why are you telling me this?" she inquired.
"Um, well, I thought it was important. Someone did this to her!"
Sinner sighed and smiled.
"Did she see the culprit?"
"Apparently not, she was taken by surprise and-"
"Then there's nothing can we do," she dismissed. I narrowed my eyes.
"Yeah, I guess you're right."
"Well I have a patient now, so I really must go. I hope your friend is alright," she said with a horrid grin on her face, "Just let yourself out, Doctor Quinzel."
She picked up some folders and waltzed out the room.
Friend? Was she onto us?
I closed the door and waited a few minutes before pulling cotton gloves from my labcoat, just in case. I pressed play on her phone and began shuffling through documents on her desk.
"Alyce, it's mom. Call me."
Beeeeep.
"Doctor Sinner we need to talk. Can you come to the hospital this evening? It's urgent, concerning Pamela Isley."
My breath caught in my throat. Arkham was in on this too?
Beeeeep.
Doctor Sinner, Commissioner Gordon here. Could you call me on this number - I have something I'd like to discuss with you.
