Red and Black (A Harlivy Story)

Chapter 2: Felonies

After a quick explanation from Dr Leland of the items within her new office, Harleen set to work. She opened the file cabinet and flicked through the numerous records in alphabetical order until her finger hovered over the section titled "J". Reaching in she found Joker's file, which was rather thin, in comparison to the other patients. Within his record she saw a relatively unflattering mugshot of the green-haired man, beaten and bruised, possibly from the aftermath of his many fights with the Dark Knight. There was hardly any personal information on the document; only his name, Jack Napier and his ambiguous age range of 30s-40s. The only accurate data Harleen could see was the myriad of felonies that he committed, ranging from 30 counts of murder to 5 counts of impersonating a police officer. Even then, she didn't trust the information. She believed Joker would have killed more than 30 people, maybe 100 and more. He's probably gonna die here, she thought, flicking through the few sheets on him, I mean, with all these crimes, his ghost will have to stay here indefinitely. She chuckled while closing the files and stood up to leave the room but took another glance at the metal file cabinet. She became drawn back to it, as if her search wasn't over. She flicked frantically until she found it, under the letter "P". Poison Ivy. Dr Pamela Lillian Isley. There was more information to be familiar with, highly differing to the clown's. Harleen felt a twinge of guilt for Isley while her eyes fluttered left and right, word to word. It told of a girl born in a wealthy but emotionally detached family, who was seduced and experimented on by her professor Dr Jason Woodrow. Left for dead and hospitalized for six months, she was intent on revenge, not only for her pain but for plant life as well, turning into an ecoterrorist. It's always the broken childhood that creates criminals, Harleen thought while closing the file, at least she had good motivations, just not the right actions.

She looked outside the window; it was dark, concealing the glum town that she called home. She always wanted to be a psychiatrist, but a little part of her wanted to be in a brighter and cleaner area. She should be happy, the asylum is famous for its patients being criminally manic and deranged, yet she still hoped that the buildings wouldn't symbolize this with its grimy and dim structure. Harleen knew Gotham wasn't known for its generous institutional budgets, but nevertheless she thought the funds would still allow for some better conditions to help rehabilitate the patients.

She left the room thinking about the two notorious patients that she had seen today. She needed to get to get a session with both.