After blowing through quite a handful of psychiatrists and therapists, you have become Harley's new psychiatrist and have been for a few months since she first arrived back at Arkham Asylum. She's surprisingly complient with you and enjoys talking about how she's feeling. She's rather chatty with you. However, she hates when you bring up the past and is often unpredictable. Each day is like you're talking to someone new, yet it's still her all the same.

She sat across from you in a straight jacket, a small smile forming on her lips as she watched you sit down. It always felt so refreshing to talk to you. You weren't a huge jerk like all her previous psychiatrists, and it made her all the more comfortable despite being in something so restricting.

"G'mornin' doc," she said, the smile on her lips beginning to grow, "How's ya day been? Any incidents happen? Sleep well? What'd you have for breakfast?"