Who: Dr. Harleen Quinzel and Dr. Joan Leland (NPC) When: August 10th - 3:00 PM Where: Arkham Asylum - Dr. Leland's office What: Harley attempts to gain access to the most interesting prisoner in Arkham Rated: PG
"Dr. Quinzel, I am well aware of the recommendations that followed you here from Gotham University, but this is a very special case." Dr. Leland set aside the file in hand and finally focused her attention on the woman in front of her. The blond had her slender legs crossed and her back straight. Dr. Leland found the sight amusing, the new doctors always tried so hard to gain respect amongst their elder peers. So quick to please and willing to take on the most extreme tasks. "Even I would have a hard time convincing Dr. Arkham or Dr. Crane to let me see the patient."
Harleen Quinzel, more comfortably known as Harley amongst her peers, knew she would have to bend in every angle possible to get access to the secure wing, and no amount of gymnastics training would help her. It had only been a month since she was given her position at Arkham, but she had found a way to impress those around her with her persistence and eagerness. She had been allowed into sessions with some of Arkham's most dangerous inhabitants, but none of them compared to The Joker. Leland was right, he was a special case. The doctors that tended to him did not understand that. They held their ideals against him, unwiling to ask why such extremes had been taken. If only she could get her hands on a security pass, she would be the one to ask all the right questions, the one to really listen.
"Is there anything else, doctor?" Leland sounded impatient and Harley knew she had spent too much time planning.
"Thank you for your time, Joan. I appreciate it." Harley contained the sweetness of her voice and replaced it with the most professional tone she could muster. The stoic nature did not suit her, but it was necessary to prove her worthiness. She stood slowly in order to fix the black pencil skirt that hugged her waist, the curves it brought out hidden beneath the long, white lab coat. "Have a good day." A parting smile revealed perfectly whitened teeth as she turned away and opened the seafoam green door of the office. She stepped to the side and let her gaze shift down the hall where the office of Dr. Crane waited. Dr. Leland had proved useless, she would just have to go straight to the top.
The glasses perched at the end of her nose began to slide and Harley removed them, slipping them into her breast pocket. "We've got a date, Dr. Crane," she mused, drawing her hands up to tighten her ponytail. "I just hope ya don't disappoint me."