Who: Dr. Harleen Quinzel & Dr. Jonathan Crane When: September 27th - Late Where: Arkham Asylum What: Harley brings a late dinner for Dr. Crane. She is rewarded with her life. Hopefully. Rated: PG-13 Status: Complete
"It's a little late for you to be here, isn't it, Dr. Quinzel?" Larry Taylor was use to the uneventful night shifts by now. When the doctors were gone, the patients seemed to behave. It must have been a call for attention, or some other psychological mumbo-jumbo. Either way, he got paid to guard the front door and that was just what he was doing when the young doctor entered.
Harley was not dressed in her usual work attire. It was late, and she was not exactly here for work. Her jeans were loose and her hair was down and there was no sign of the glasses she usually wore. All she had was a bag slung over her shoulder and a smile in her face as she held out her ID badge for the usual (and unnecessary) inspection at the front door. "It's never too late to help someone, Larry. Dr. Crane wanted me in," she lied with a bright smile.
Larry shrugged at the badge and took his seat once more. "He must have gotten tired of waiting. He's already in the basement. Go on through."
"Thanks, Larry!" The door buzzed and Harley burst through with a confident stride. Already in the basement? Why anyone would want to go down there was beyond her, but it was a trek she was willing to make. The homemade lasagna in her bag needed to be delivered.