//The Enigma//

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[themaidenofmischief]

Do No Harm ||AU

[themaidenofmischief]

A small frown pulled at Harleen’s lips as Edward told her about the state of his food; as much as she supported not just giving patients special meal orders just because (unless she ordered it.) There was a completely justified medical reason for this.

"I’ll have words with them." And she would, and whoever she had words with certainly wouldn’t be happy when she was done. She took care to take not of it in big,rough letters at the top of the open page in her lap. 

Her eyes flickered up at that statement, studying him- but she caught the smile that stole at the corners of his lips and how quickly he moved on. 

A joke. 

Despite the amused smile that had stolen her features she moved on. “How would you spend it otherwise?”

[theenigmaconundrumus]

A small shrug lifted his shoulders once more, accompanied by a long sigh. Continuing his studies on the more questionable criminals in Gotham was certainly on the top of his list-knowing everything about everyone, or almost everyone.

Before he was caught and brought to the Hell hole he now resided in, he was working on placing a camera at every 'outpost' in Gotham; determined to keep the information coming, and the money flowing in his direction.

None of that, however, was he willing to mention to her. That would just make his stay in Arkham longer.

"Prancing through a field of sunflowers and baking pies." He finally responded, an almost sarcastic smile parting his lips.

[themaidenofmischief]

Do No Harm ||AU

[themaidenofmischief]

The food. 

It was a completely justified complaint, yes, but she was hoping for something a bit.. more.

"Yes, the food is not necessarily.."

More what? Thoughtful? Personal? Interesting? 

”..decent, in any sense. They have been accommodating your dietary needs? With the dairy, that is?” The interest has slightly dulled from her voice as she tried to think of some way to spark some sort of substantial response from her patient. 

She didn’t expect him to completely open up in the first session at all. But something would be nice. 

"Is this really how you’d like to be spending your time, Eddie?"

[theenigmaconundrumus]

"Ah-my lactose intolerance..." Slender fingers tapped against the cool metal between them, almost rhythmically. "Not particularly, no. I've had many a food item with cheese present." He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the desk; staring at her with narrowed eyes.

"I think they're trying to kill me."

But he wasn't serious. Oh no, he was far from it. Lips twitched upward into a faint smile as he slowly leaned back into his chair once again. Paranoia was most likely in his file-as many other things-but little did any doctor know, his paranoia was directed toward one person; and one person only. Not the entire world as they would try and make it seem.

With a simple wave of his hand, he moved on. "Spending my time-as in unjustifiably locked in an insane asylum? I suppose not. I'm sure the outside world is tons better."

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[themaidenofmischief]

Do No Harm ||AU

[themaidenofmischief]

Harleen held the eye contact, examining the depths of the green that met her blue. Partially using it as a tool to show him that she wasn’t intimidated by him, that she was still in control. But.. part of it had nothing to do with that; she wanted to know what could possibly be going through his mind.

He wasn’t like some of the other inmates with irrational homicidal tenancies or erratic violent impulses that dominated their functions- no. 

If anything the only thing she could tell that was ‘wrong’ with Edward was he was too intelligent. 

Which was hardly wrong.                       But then why the cameras?

"Good. Then, why don’t you tell me a bit about your stay here so far, anything to note?" It was a completely open ended question, she had considered asking him what he would like to discuss but she figured he would rather not. This, however gave him the chance to talk about nearly anything; positive or negative.

[theenigmaconundrumus]

"That is a very vague question." He folded his arms across his chest, becoming more and more comfortable with every pain staking moment that passed. She did remove his handcuffs and he felt as if he owed her some sort of actual conversation-something she could use; write down in her notes and plaster all across his file.

Surely, she noted in his file he had a compulsion to extravagant lies.

But he would do his best-at least for this one question-to tell the truth, or some semblance of it.

"The food is awful." He stated, lips pulling into a thin, straight line. Though there were many other things he could have said-the help is incompetent, as are the doctors, the guards have no sense of responsibility and should all be put through a series of mental exams before being hired, there aren't enough books to read, etc-he preferred to keep it simple.

Something she could easily understand.

[themaidenofmischief]

Do No Harm ||AU

[themaidenofmischief]

The doctor reached back, casually pulling a hair pin from her bun as she took hold of his wrists. She took her time, allowing Edwards comment to pull a short, amused smile from her lips. 

"I’m sure I don’t need to prompt you to keep this between us." she spoke, as she worked on picking the lock on his left wrist.

" However," she began, as she moved to his other wrist. "If you were to break pattern and try something…. inconvenient…" Her eyes found his over the rim of her glasses as the lock clicked free on his right. "I advise you to make it count." 

She sat back in her chair, recrossing her legs at the knee as she replaced the pin in her hair.

"Now, is that better?"

[theenigmaconundrumus]

He nodded slowly, hearing, but not listening the words that were coming out of her mouth. It all sounded...muffled. He wasn't paying any attention. Not until one of his hands was free. All he needed was one. Edward let out a more than relieved sigh, itching for the other hand to be free. He didn't much care for the way he was being treated, and all for a few cameras.

Cameras that could have potentially even helped the GCPD, but, no, the dimwitted fools hadn't even considered that. Of course they wouldn't. Why he expected anything more from that pathetic excuse for law enforcement was even beyond him. There was no answer to that riddle.

And he hated that.

Once the other hand as free, and with her final words ringing in his ears, he leaned back in his chair, the faintest of smirks crossing his features.

"Nothing to worry about, doctor. I assure you, I have no intention of furthering my stay here." He briefly rubbed his left wrist before his green eyes finally bore directly into hers. "And, yes, much better."

[themaidenofmischief]

Do No Harm ||AU

[themaidenofmischief]

Harleen’s eyes shifted down to the shackles that bound his wrists before moving back up to his own but aside from the slight movement her face remained unchanged. 

"I’m not worried." she countered, but she was thinking over the idea. Despite her slight appearance, Harleen was quite confident in her ability to handle Edward should he prove to cause issues- perhaps too confident. The backlash she may receive from the higher ups in the event of Edward causing issue was what concerned her. 

While Edward had no history of violence, Harleen knew better than to take his word for being completely harmless. 

No one was completely harmless.

And perhaps, if there was some sort of out of character ‘episode’ on Edwards part she could handle it quietly and it could stay between the two of them.

After a pause she leaned forward towards him, holding out an open hand for his wrists. 

"As your Doctor, your happiness, comfort and well-being are my biggest concerns." She stated, "I wouldn’t want you to be anything less than able to express yourself, Eddie."

[theenigmaconundrumus]

The corner of his lips twitched up into a small, satisfied grin. Not one, however, that had any intention of harming the poor woman-there was no need for that. Not physically, however. The only sort of pain this doctor would be feeling when they were finished was a pounding headache that would undoubtedly last for days. What followed-the self doubt, self loathing-well, none of that would be considered his fault.

But he was getting ahead of himself. So far, this doctor was unlike any other. For a moment, Edward dared to even consider enjoying her company-taking his time to ruin her.

That was certainly always an option.

He moved to lean slightly over the table between them; resting his wrists in her hands without hesitation.

"So trusting."

[themaidenofmischief]

Do No Harm ||AU

[themaidenofmischief]

"Oh, but I’m quite comfortable already, and we can be here for however long you’d like."  She countered, jotting down his request to be called ‘Eddie’ in her notes. "Eddie it is then." 

She turned her attention back up to him, “So, Eddie, How are we feeling today?” She asked him with a smile, she was itching just a bit to get to the subject of his stay at Arkham- to what exactly the purpose of all of those cameras could be. 

A need to know?                  Paranoia?                          Both?                                        and even so-

                                     Why?

                    She just hoped it wasn’t perverted voyerism.  But she had to start somewhere, and where better than the friendly Doctor route? 

He seemed rather ‘normal’- Harley could only hope that the session would take an exciting turn. She didn’t get an internship at Arkham for anything less than extreme personalities.

[theenigmaconundrumus]

With a furrowed brow, Edward tapped a slender finger against his chin-or he attempted to do so; the handcuffs that were permanently wrapped around his wrists was making it a bit difficult. However, he had never been the type of man to give up. And just as he found a way to make the small gesture, he would find his way out of this session.

Out of Arkham.

A sigh passed through his lips as another small shrug claimed his shoulders. "Rather annoyed." He spoke flatly-an unclear (or perhaps she was smart enough to figure it out) jab at having to be stuck across the table from her. "Of course, I would be much happier if I was free to express myself with my hands."

He cleared his throat, "If you're having doubts, or worries, about releasing my from my shackles, don't. I'm sure you can see in my file that I'm completely harmless. I'd never hurt a fly."

With my hands.

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[themaidenofmischief]

Do No Harm ||AU

[themaidenofmischief]

Harleen glanced up from the clipboard that had been set on the table for her as her patient entered. She looked him up and down before returning her attention to the clipboard. 

Arrogant.

It was written all over him- as if it were seeping through his pores. So, instead of giving the attention she was sure he thought he deserved she kept hers elsewhere. 

A while after he had taken his seat, she leaned back in her chair, pulling the clipboard into her lap and crossing her legs at the knees before looking up- but, past him  and to the guard by the door. With a single nod, she dismissed him and returned her attention back to the clip board in her lap, taking her time to write out the date and time of the session. 

She pushed her glasses up her nose before finally again acknowledging the fact she was not alone. “I figured he will not be needed during our time together.” She stated, folding her hands atop her clipboard. ” My name is Dr. Harleen Quinzel. I’ll be taking over your sessions from now on. May I call you Edward or would you prefer something else?”

[theenigmaconundrumus]

Patiently-or was it impatiently?-he waited for the session to begin. Of course, she had seen his file. Surely she knew he required immediate attention, and, thus, as if playing his very own game, she took it upon herself to practically ignore him. But Edward sat silently in his seat, eyes fixed on the woman opposite of him. Waiting.

However, when she did finally acknowledge him, he made no sudden gestures, no change in facial expression. No, instead he remained uninterested. And perhaps he was, but not completely. A bit of curiosity ran through him as he listened to her speak. A different accent than he was used to hearing, and she certainly didn't act like the other doctors he had been so kindly forced into meeting.

"Edward is a bit formal." He finally spoke, shrugging ever so slightly. "Though, if you don't plan on being here long-Edward is just fine. Otherwise, I prefer Eddie. Oh, but I wouldn't want you getting too comfortable. No need for that."

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[themaidenofmischief]

Do No Harm ||AU

     Of course it would be her luck that the entire reason she had gotten this internship was no where to be found. Joker had somehow eluded the authorities and the Bat for a record time now and as a result had not taken up residency in Arkham since she had begun her internship. Or, at least, it seemed that way, it had only been a couple weeks now. Since then she had buried herself in every case file they had on him. She even got her hand case-files from other patients that only mentioned the Clown Prince.

     She was so engrossed with them that she had almost completely neglected to prepare for the session she had in about… oh.. 15 minutes. Flipping open the file she began to skim over the information. Edward Brian Nashton which he later changed to Nigma. Edward Nigma, clever. Living in.. who cares; IQ 179? … Impressive.. Height and weight.. blah blah blah. Arrested for trespassing? That’s hardly a reason to land yourself in Arkham. Harleen flipped through the pages since it hadn’t been his first stay in Arkham.

               45 known cameras placed around Gotham. That’ll do it.

    She neglected the notes taken by other Doctors and rose to her feet tucking the file under arm as she moved to the interview room and sat down, impatienly adjusting her coat as she waited.

[theenigmaconundrumus]

A new doctor-Edward wasn't surprised in the slightest. This would make the fifth doctor he's seen; most unable to cope with the intellectual hoops he usually forced them to jump through...or not jump through. As much as he detested Arkham Asylum, he was beginning to enjoy this game-how many doctors would he be able to run off? But more importantly, how long would they last?

As the state proclaimed genius strolled into the interview room, he took a moment to look over the small blond-his new doctor. Much prettier than the last one, and, most likely, much easier to break. No, not break. Edward preferred to think of it more as proving he could do their job better then they ever could hope to do.

Twenty minutes.

Twenty minutes until she would leave, frustrated, questioning everything she was doing, had done, and wanted to do.

With a heavy sigh, he took a seat across from her; leaning back in the hard chair as if it were his rightful throne. The handcuffs remained around his wrists, as if the guards honestly believed he would attempt to harm the poor doctor, or worse, escape.