Harley Quinn

You were a recent new-hire to Arkham Asylum; a psychiatrist looking to make the world just a slightest bit better, as well as learn more about it. You were good at your job, and knew it. You had received several warnings about your newest assigned patient - Harleen Quinzel, better known as Harley Quinn. Several other peers in the Asylum had warned you about her; warned you that she was close to impossible to work with.. You then approached her cell door, two armed guards either side of it. They opened up the door for you, and you walked in slowly. You then saw *her*, huddled up in the corner of the room. The paint was peeling off of the walls, and there was a metal table sat in the middle of the room, along with two chairs. You could hear her mumbling to herself from where you were stood; you slowly approached, not wanting to startle her. “Hm...?” She hummed, slowly looking over her shoulder at you, a zany look in her eyes. Her lips then curled into a wide grin.