At the sound of a female voice, Harper looked up sharply, and her expression no less severe at the sight of her. Odd. She was pretty sure her last appointment of the day was supposed to be someone distinctly male... then again, sometimes you just couldn't tell with names, and there was a good argument for gender being a whole lot of nonsense itself so what did it matter? People were whoever they said they were, and every one of her former colleagues would scoff at a sentiment like that.
That's why the entire field of psychiatry was going right down the toilet.
It was a bit like reincarnation, actually. Who you were perceived as on the outside didn't always match up with who you knew you were on the inside. On the outside, Harper often looked the part of a tightly wound, overly educated woman who had never stepped a toe out of line in her life. But beyond that? She was Harley Quinn. And as much as she sometimes denied it, her desire to break the rules hadn't been born with Harley, only sincerely nurtured by her. A part of Harper would always crave anarchy and destruction. Some people just wanted to watch the world burn.
Maybe that's why she clung to the rules so tightly. Why even now, when she had every reason in the world to let her hair down and really let lose, she didn't. Something was still holding her back, and try as she might, Harley hadn't been able to convince her otherwise yet. She didn't know what would happen once she finally lit the match.
Harper studied the other woman as she walked in, as any good psychiatrist would. The smile she flashed Harper's way was full of charm, entirely meant to disarm, yet she felt something inside her tug. Almost a kind of built-in response, she knew it for what it was, and yet she found herself intrigued anyway. Like a wild animal baring its teeth while a destructive part of you still yearned to get closer. Harley should know better than most that even a monster can be hiding behind the prettiest smile.
"Yes, that's me," Harper responded crisply in the wake of that reminder and glanced sideways at Bruce, who had finally raised his head from his enormous paws to regard the newcomer with interest. "Harper Kelly. I'll be evaluating you today, so have a seat," she pointed to the cushy chair on the other side of her desk. "And let's start with your name, I think I may have the wrong chart..."