It had been a looooong week. There was a large break out at Arkham, around 20 patients escaping in the blast. Most of them were found and brought back within the first 24hours, but a few were still on the run. One of which was one of Harleen’s more…troubled patients.

She didn’t like talking bad about her patients, but this patients session notes were long and disturbing. Nevertheless, Harleen gave what information she could to the cops, again, and waited to hear more news. Eventually she got the call that her patient had been found.

But, Harleen wasn’t exactly feeling excited about having to do the first few sessions since the break in. They were usually uncomfortable.

“So, been an exciting few days, huh?”

Harleen questioned, sat across her newly re-found patient. She glanced up from her notepad and sighed, adjusting the way her glasses sat on her nose.

“Why did you run when the blast went off? I thought we were working on following the rules?”