#gunsaretooquick

[qu-tipie]

[TEXT] - you’re gonna laugh, but can you pick me up at the police station?

Harleen didn't even bother texting back she sighed with frustration and checked the actual reports. Half hour or so had passed before she got the call to report to work. Begrudgingly she came in out of uniform being informed that he had been taken into her office rather than the initial holding areas.

She came in shutting the door and saw him shackled. They seemed very good natured this evening to keep his hands in front.

"Soo... you escaped maximum security this evening. Unfortunately there have been charges brought up against you. Since that is still under investigation... for the record why may I ask did you feel the need to disregard help at the facility and go out?"

She looked up from the question, baring the expression of you know that I know this is a stupid question but I have to ask.

[laebyrinths]

                    ❛   LIFE'S   TOO   SHORT   TA   not   blow   shit   up   every   once   in   a   while .     a   girl's   gotta   have   fun   ,   ya   know   ?   ❜

@gunsaretooquick    //    one   liner   sc .

[qu-tipie]

🍸Maybe she can sneak in a flask or something? Too far fetched?

The news was a buzz with the man at large. He wouldn't be the first to break out of Arkham nor the last, but the fact he didn't go out of his way to kill anyone in hot pursuit of vacating the facility was uncharacteristic as most. Initially, they tried to put Harleen under surveillance, but she made it clear to the countless police statements, that if his goal was to harm her than... he would have before going. He would have hunted her if that was some obsession. Still at the cops raced about trying to enforce curfews Harleen took the time to get a drink. It was a long day of questioning, and she was on call should he be detained.

" Cherry Bomb," she said as the bartender went to attend to her.

[qu-tipie]

💋He wants to but he won't because STUBBORN CLOWN

After the argument... the bugged phone becomes active once more.

[qu-tipie]

[qu-tipie]

"So when this is all over with--Harleen wanna go get some. Real. Coffee?"

" You don't come off as tha' type for cappuccinos and lattes? Where is there good coffee?"

[qu-tipie]

Case of the Monday's

After the bear incident, Harleen was less inclined to take much abuse. Her week leading up to the incident was jammed full of board meetings, reviews, and second opinions. She should have been happy that every patient found her understanding, inclined to help, and going beyond expectations, trying to be perfection in an imperfect environment.

If she was shooting to be a partner at the asylum, she was certainly getting noticed, even though everyone in Gotham knew the Arkham's held claim to the organization. That seemed to be an on going trend for her. Good but perhaps not good enough.

As she trudged down to an interview room she could still smell sewage. It was a constant reminder that the inmates were like dealing with children. The bear wasn't held captive in any cells. NO... if only it had been that simple. Someone just had to flush the item down a toilet, causing an overflooding and contamination of a whole cell block.

Now everyone was crying out for "coping mechanisms." Some patients even went so far to request weapons. Those were quickly thrown out. She was only too happy Patient J hadn't motioned for cards or knives.

" Hopefully, you still wanted coffee?," she said as he was given space to sit down.

[qu-tipie]

[TEXT] - so this is my number, but don’t save my name as anything sketchy.

Harleen looked at the number and didn't know who it was from. She kept a pretty quiet life and didn't freely give her number to just anyone. It had to be a mistake. She waited until lunchtime when she could address the mysterious text.

[Text:] I'm sorry but I think you have the wrong number. I don't recognize your number.