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Harley woke up to Selena's arm slapping her across the face as she turned over. "Ow?" The blonde sat up looking around in the dark. She sighed in thought of the redhead. Those tubes were forced up her nose every night...it must be painful? The look of shock and fear combined to the sight made Harley want to break something. It was an unfair treatment...she got a clear shot of the others simple shot in the arm as she held in tears. Harley worried about how she endured it. It had to have been a regular occurrence. Harley sighed noting the redhead had to endure it just for two more days until she could go back to creating sessions. Harley scratched her finger tips through her hair. The redhead must have felt pain throughout her body regularly? Any sort of pesticide is already harmful to humans...the thought of it burning through her skin every night was probably torture? Harley sighed noting she'd have to hurry and begin her sessions rather than waiting. She looked out the window and began knocking to see if anyone would answer. "Dr. Leland?"
"Harleen? Do you want to get out now?" The woman asks.
"Yes, I would like to begin my first session with Ivy." Harley smiled through the small window slot. The sound of several locks unlocking woke Selena.
"Harley?" The girl yawned.
"Hey Selena? Don't worry I'll come to visit you regularly. You're not going to be bored." Harley smiled.
"Thanks Harley." She yawned falling back.
Harley stood up stretching. "Do you have an area where I can freshen up.
Dr. Leland smiled nodding. "Just down that hall."
Harley nodded her head as she walked down toward the room. The rooms downstairs had bathrooms and shower heads at least? Even if it was an open view for the others to see. The only cell with a curtain happened to be Ivy's. It must have been mandatory to respect the lady's privacy. Maybe that was why they tortured her so badly? Out of jealousy or spite? Then again why didn't they torture the Joker...was it fear? She shook her head avoiding the questions. She had to find a way to make the redhead comfortable? Asking straight away about her past wouldn't work seeing as she didn't talk much about the subject.
People were terrified to work at the asylum due to the many deaths of employees. When they built the basement, work was offered to people to work upstairs rather than downstairs. You'd be considered insane if you're willing to be up close and personal with them. Harley shook her head. Insane or not, she believed almost everyone down there had something they wanted to hold onto and protect. Joker's laughter, Hugo's mind, Zsasz's scars, Cranes fear, and Ivy's plants. She'd have to target all of those things in order to gain their trust. First person is Pamela. The blonde hoped that the older woman remembers her.
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She was sitting there in silence with the redhead causing her to quickly clear her throat. The woman was almost to beautiful for Harley to handle. "Morning." Harley smiled in return she got a glare, but she lost most of her professionalism just from the look. She had become slightly flustered, to distract herself she placed her hand behind her neck. "Um. Thank you for...the ankle."
The redhead turned in irritation. She did remember the redhead...but just for her ankle. "Look. Whatever happened in the past has nothing to do with the present. If you're here to dissect my brain with all of my supposed trauma, I'm not giving you that information."
Harley had finally come back from her sudden blackout. She fixed her composure and smiled at the redhead. "I don't really care about your past Pam." Harley smiled at the new nickname that caused the redhead to clench her jaw.
