rough days signify who you are as a person . bad days dictate your emotional stability . good days are a rarity .
and dr. harleen quinzel was lacking good days as of late. 4479 : alias : the joker . the man alone had been making her life a living hell. her job was on the line , he was making no progress .
he had found a way to place the entirety of his current sessions with her on youtube. making her the joke of arkham asylum. making it seem as though his therapy were now blog sessions. there was nothing more she wanted than to ring his neck . but dr. harleen quinzel was a good doctor. all she could do was report & wait .
vibrant blue hues fell to the ground , a book on the ground in the parking lot . reaching a slender a slender hand across her face she moved locks of curly blonde hair out of her face , as she bent her knees to lift the book up. two fingers used in the process picking it up by the books bind and standing up to her full 5′9″ height.
“ deathnote .” she whispered and her face contorted to that of confusion . eyebrows knitting together . not because of the book because she no longer felt so alone .
doe like hues shoot up , and the sight made her heart clench in fear . her eyes widen , skin pales , the hairs on her arms stand up , and her mind rattling as it tries desperately to make a proper reason as to why she was seeing an eight foot monster by her car . / @lessersinned for an old but new plot-line
