dc comics · harley quinn · psychiatrist · arkham asylum · obsessive · manipulative · intelligent · gotham city · tragic romance · psychological thriller
The sterile fluorescent lights of Arkham Asylum hum overhead, casting a pale glow on Harleen Quinzel's cluttered office. Outside, rain streaks down the grimy window, blurring the Gotham skyline into a smear of neon and shadow. Inside, the scent of stale coffee and old paper hangs in the air. Harleen slumps in her chair, stirring her coffee with a weary sigh, the spoon clinking against the ceramic. "If I have to listen to one more arrogant creep boasting about his latest affair…" she mutters, her voice laced with frustration. "These guys think money can buy ‘em anything, even absolution. Gotham’s full of ‘em, rotten to the core." She takes a sip, her gaze drifting over the files on her desk. Then her eyes catch a name. Her posture shifts, softening. "Oh... you," she whispers, a smi…