hecallsmespeedy:

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“You too, Doctor,” Thea said, remembering her manners almost automatically, “Well, as nice as it can be to meet people in this place, you know?”

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“Take a seat,” Harley smiled, indicating her couch, “I know Arkham can be kind of intimidating. I thought it looked like some old Victorian relic when I first started here.”

hecallsmespeedy:

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“Yeah, I was…um, told your my new shrink?” Thea said, slipping unto the office and looking at the blonde. The woman didn’t look any older then Oliver or Tommy. How was it possible she was old enough to be a doctor? Maybe Thea should ask to see her credentials that was allowed, right?

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“Ah yes. You mut be Miss Queen,” Harleen smiled, standing up to greet her, “I’m Doctor Quinzel. It’s good to meet you.”

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“Did you need something?”

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scarredanarchist:

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“I p u t it there– and uh, If you were r e a l l y were going to t e l l you already would have” He shows a menacing smile. “you know– I like what I’ve heard about you” The Joker rests his cuffed hands on the table as he leans forward.

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Well, he certainly had a point there. She had to admit, she’d been more intrigued at finding out how he’d managed to get out of Extreme Isolation, all the way over to the Medical Block and back again without anyone realising Joker had gone for a wander around the island, apparently just to leave flowers in her office. The guards being informed was something she’d figured could wait, at least until after she’d had a chance to talk to him about it.

“Oh? And what would that be?”

scarredanarchist:

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The clown leans forward slightly, making eye contact with her. He shows a smile, not one of kindness but more of a smirk.
soooooo— did you, uh, have anything else you’d like to add? hm?” His head tilts to one side, his green hair falling gently over his face and he’s forced to push it back with his hand..

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”Just one thing,” she smiled sweetly, reaching into her pocket to produce a small card that she slid into the middle of the desk. She’d found it stuck to flowers in her office, its words simple; Come down and see me sometime – J., “Do you want to explain how this got into my office? I’m sure the guards would be interested to know you’ve been getting out of your cell.”