file number: #106. patient number: 00904. patient name: bruce thomas wayne.
patient number 00904 exhibits substantial traits of the following comorbidities: major depression disorder, ptsd from past trauma, and obsessive-compulsive disorder. looks like his yuppie-butt ainโt so clean.
Hopingย you and yours have a happy and wonderful holiday season. You are an amazing person and I am glad we are friends. I hope you have a wonderful Christmas and a safe New Year my friend. Happy Holidays. Love & Hugs, Sahana/Joy
Thanks for acceptin' ma' request, truly appreciate it. Do hope we can have some adventures ta'gether. Lookin' forward ta hearin' from ya. Until then, take care. ย
Harley heard grandioso singing in the distance as she waiting to see the therapist. It was wonderful as she began trying to clap "Bravo Bravo!!!" to an almost empty room while in chains, barely able to move. The cops in charge of her gave her a glare, but were truly afraid she would pull something that would get them hurt. It wasn't the first time. Instead she winked at them, "Boys, relax!!! The voices are at bay today. No one's gonna get hurt. I'm only here for therapy!" She gave a slight giggle. "Whose the maestro in the next room? Must be givin the shrink a great show!"
One of the two cops replied not amused in the least, "It's the new inmate. I'm sure you'll figure out who he is after your session. Now no funny business!!" A light lit up on the side of the wall indicating it was Harley's turn for her required psycho therapy session.
"Hey there! Ya miss me! I know I'm yer favorite!" She giggled and sat down casually in the chair as far as her restraints would let her. "I don't get why you all put me in this get up. I'm not hurting' anyone... THIS TIME. I've been a real good girl! A hoot and a hollar as Mista Jay would say. And it's good ta know he's in here with me. I wish ya all would let me see him..."
Her voice became more quiet at the end. They had been sure to separate her from her puddin' ever since she had snuck into his cell on a near attempt at escape. The only problem was, she and Joker were beating the snot out of each other. It was a love hate relationship they had. She had a romance with one of the inmates and nearly escaped until she decided she wanted to say things to Joker she never had the courage to before then. It ended up in a brawl but she had got in a few good punches though he had bloodied up her face good. And now that her main squeeze had dumped her, she had been desperate to apologize to Joker, going back into the deep cycle of abusive relationships that she should know better about since she had studied psychology.
"So... you are still fixated on Joker are you Harley? Don't you realize he's only using you? You are stepping back into that cycle we talked about." He wrote notes down in scribbles that only another doctor or pharmacist could decipher.
"But but... I made a mistake! I can't do this alone here without my Mista Jay! Please please let me see him! Let me at least eat meals with him when you let him in the cafeteria. I've been real real real good!" She pleaded with alligator tears in her eyes.
"Yes you have, I'll give you that. But we discussed this. Joker is bad for you Harley. You know this! You used to be a therapist like me." She nodded silently realizing her defeat. She wanted out of here. What was the point!
He had her escorted out and taken out of the chains as they led her to the cafeteria. But someone had made a mistake and said that Joker wasn't in the cafeteria when he really was. She walked into the area along with her own bowl of oatmeal and sulked until she looked up and saw Mistah Jay!
"You're here! They listened to me?! Ohhhhh I was real good Mistah Jay! Please forgive me!!!!" She dropped her spoon splatting into the grey matter like oatmeal and plopped down right in between someone and Joker.
"Did ya miss me Puddin! I know I punched back, you almost choked me ta death, but it's water unda the bridge!!!" She smiled real big as Joker glared at her trying to not go off the handle. But that wouldn't last long.
Oh man, she didnโt know how long sheโd be good. She wanted out of here. Maybe Joker would help her get out of there? Maybe Misah J would be in a better mood out of here but she didnโt realize he really wanted her dead or far away from her.