Who. Harper Gray & Aaron Lawrence What. It's a mad love~ Where. Kirby Forensic Psychiatric Center (NYC) When. Friday afternoon, June 13th 2014 Warnings. TBD? With these two, you never know
If there was one thing Harper liked, it was order and control. Very unlike Harley, Harper did not do well when confronted with any manner of chaos. She liked things to be neat and tidy, something she could manage. She tried to fit all her patients into a box that way, mold them into the sort of thing she could easily work with. Everyone could be conditioned, she thought. Everyone could be saved. That was the sort of naive thinking Harleen Quinzel had staked her life on when she'd first come to Arkham, when she became so obsessed with truly understanding the mind of the criminally insane that she put on the orange uniform and pretended to be one herself in order to fit in with the other inmates. That's when she'd met him. As a fellow patient at Arkham, even if it was all just pretend for her (or was it?). She'd met him as an inmate first, and then as his doctor.
That had been her first of many mistakes. Harper, she was more keen on drawing a clearer line between herself and the insane. Especially now that she had an insane woman living in her own head. Some days it was more of a struggle then others. Harley Quinn had done a pretty good job of forgetting about Harleen, once the Joker entered her life and changed her world Harley rarely looked back. The difference was, Harley hadn't known where she would end up going. Just how her world would be changed, and how much. Harper, she'd seen it all and knew too much. She knew the end of that story, and more then anything, Harper lived in constant fear of her own Joker finding her. Because as structured as she appeared, if he found her, she wasn't sure she'd have the strength to resist. Because underneath her own skin, she was just itching to break the rules.
It was partially why she'd become a psychiatrist, to make sure those rules kept her firmly in check. It was working less and less these days, and that was mostly Harley's fault, but not fully. When you were this tightly wound, this rigid, it was only a matter of time before everything began to unravel. Hence, her innate fascination with these types of people. The Kirby Forensic Psychiatric Center, one of Harper's many weekly stops, is a mental institution for the criminally insane based out of NYC. A maximum security hospital that has seen all manner of patients come through there, but none quite as interesting to her as Aaron Lawrence. A boy from an upstanding family and a promising future, just decides to snap one day and blow up a dorm that kills at least half a dozen people? At least, that's what he was accused of. The incident was kept curiously out of the press, but being on the inside, Harper was privy to details most of the public were not. Perhaps it was part of his insanity plea, or the wish of the family to keep Aaron's business out of the media and people had been paid off, either way Harper wasn't at all curious about that. She was much more curious about Aaron. He was more or less her sole focus when she was here.
"Mr. Lawrence-" Harper spoke up from her chair, attempting to get her patient's attention from across the room. She pushed her glasses up on her nose, closing her notebook and folding her arms over it to give him her undivided attention, while trying not to look exasperated. Unlike most women professionals in the hospital, she'd taken to wearing her hair down over her white coat instead of in a tight bun on top of her head, pushing blonde strands out of her face with a frown. She tried again. "Aaron. You still haven't answered my question."