Selena nearly had a heart attack when Harley handed her the cat and it's necessities. Her stupid grin only caused Harley to feel even more accomplished with the idea. "Do you still want me to check up on you or?"
"No, I've got to get to know this little fella without any distractions." She sheepishly smiled.
Harley snorted and began her way toward her office. Dr Leland awaited her at the front door. "Dr Quinzel...what the hell did you do?"
The blonde began to panic at the suddenness. "What did I do?"
"Of the years that poisonous vermin has been here I haven't seen her smile that genuinely in my life." The woman smiled.
"You're some sort of wizard aren't you Harleen, a gift from the heavens this asylum has been waiting for." The woman smiled patting her shoulder.
"What are you talking about..." The blonde stared in confusion.
"Come with me." The woman dragged her toward the basement in a hurry. When they reached the doors...almost every person in the room stared at the redhead in fear? As if she were about to snap any second.
Harley scraped her head at the sight. The redhead was smiling at her book. "She's just reading?"
"Harleen she's had that book in her same cell for years, she never smiled once on a page?" The woman raised her brow.
"It looks like you might have made her go even more insane?" One of the guards cheesed awkwardly.
Harley walked over to the redhead as she threw her book to the side. "Did you?!" She cheered in a more preppy tone that even threw the blonde off.
"Y-yes. I will show you during our session this afternoon." Harley smiled feeling slightly frightened by the mood switch. She placed a lot of her trust into the blonde that it worried her just a bit.
"You tamed her with bribery?" Joan let out.
"Nobody tamed me?" The redhead glared.
Harley found herself smirking at the sudden switch. She couldn't not to tease her, it was just to hard to pass up. "Are you sure about that Pammy?"
The redhead clenched her jaw and turned around picking up her book. "What the hell?" Joker stared in confusion. "I thought it was a myth that rose thorns could fall off?"
"Shut up clown." She hissed.
Joan raised her eyebrow at the scene. "Dr. Quinzel? I'm not sure what you're doing? Nor am I sure if it's ethical or not, but keep doing it." She whispered.
"I'm not doing anything but getting to know my patients?" Harley smiled. "It's a bonus to make friendships as well." Harleen turned to look over at the clown in the largest room all he did was stare with a large grin on his face. She scrunched her eyebrows noting he seemed like he had a plan up his sleeve. "Doctor this might be to much to ask, but would you be willing to switch his room out with Pams?" She stared intently feeling a strange feeling in her stomach.
"No. Her room was made specifically for her and Jokers was made for him." Joan shook her head.
"Okay. Just curious to see if you'd be willing to do it?" Harley smiled weakly. She glanced back over to the clown noticing his sight shifting to a security guard. The guard was at his door with his hat shifter slightly down...the man was almost to sketchy... she looked back over at the redheads cell. There was a lock only on the outside rather than allowing the resident to lock or unlock the door. Protocol was made for them to be locked in, due to signs of hypnosis. Harley sighed noting hell was seconds from releasing down in the asylum basement. There should be a protocol to check on the guards faces...that an a more secure security measure. "Joan. I'd like to begin my session with Pam early please." The blonde smiled. She tried not to make it obvious that watching them break out of this place, was a sort of dream to witness. She wanted to know how they did it, where, and even when. What tools they used? It was so fascinating she nearly overwhelmed herself at the thought. Perhaps it might happen tomorrow? Maybe tonight...it could be right now. She wanted to be in the middle of it.
