“Ah….Hello dear….” Joan can’t help but be mildly stunned by the greeting, mostly for the fact that it was seemingly polite and coming from Scarface. Best not to test it though. “How are you..?”
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“Hey, I recognize you! Yeah, you work at Arkham, right? Heh, did I drop something on my way out, darlin’?”
“That I do. Joan Leland. Mm sorry dear….but I don’t recognize you. Care to fill me in?”
“Drop something? I ah….”
A pair of Mavericks
Dusk was just setting over Gotham as Joan drove her white Rolls Royce into the less appealing area of the city where her company for the night took residence. It wouldn’t have been her first option for making a home out of but she made an effort not to refute every decision her patients made, no matter how questionable they may be. But that didn’t mean she’d strut about downtown Gotham and not expect something to happen.
So as a safety precaution, when she turned onto the proper street she slipped her phone out and sent a quick text to let him know she’d be waiting out front instead of going to the door herself.
Idling out front at the time she’d specified, sure she was a little early but she doubted this would inconvenience the former psychologist much. Either way there she was, car doors locked and only to be opened once the professor showed himself. Once he does she’d tap the unlock button and greet him with a bright smile from the driver’s seat, “Good evening, Professor.”
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Leland gave her hand a small squeeze while walking with her up to the dreary looming building she was all to accustom with, though she realized it could be intimidating to a child she tried to distract her. ”Do you know your address, dear? or your parents phone numbers?”
She shook her head. Really, she did know both, but she wasn’t allowed to give them out. Not under any circumstances. What if she gave this woman the address and then she called the police and they came and made the girl leave and go somewhere horrible? It wasn’t safe. She’d get in trouble for lying, but it would be much worse if she gave out that information. ”S-s-sorry.”
This building was creepy. She had to force herself to approach it.
“Ahh….neither? Nn it’s alright dear, we’ll sort this out.” Joan forces a smile, she didn’t have much experience with children but she certainly liked them.
“Are you cold?” The stuttering a sign of such a thing, but perhaps she was wrong.
Though the seemingly timid child had her a bit awkward, she shrugs it off as she enters the building, giving greetings to the guards and orderlies she passed. Asking one to call the police and let them know there was a lost child here. Hopefully they wouldn’t take too long though it’d certainly be a bit better of a morning with the young girl here opposed to another session with a lunatic or paperwork.
Sliding a key card to gain access to the deeper parts of the building and her office.
(Have some awkward sketches of my head canons for Lele when she was younger. Her with a mess of curly hair at 7 and then short and spiky as she heads to college. All paaart of my stupid back story for her 8D; ))
[To the mod: Since you role play a psychiatrist do you ever get odd asks of people in character and otherwise dumping their issues? Have you got asks that feel a bit too real or anything of the sort?]
Anonymous((Sorry for the late reply. Nasty habit of mine. But to answer your question, yes. Yes I have. And while I want to help people as well as I can I don’t think it proper for them to seek some sort of third rate help from me especially when it’s something very serious. It’s good to talk to a therapist with these serious issues and I’d hate to fuddle it up and cause more damage because I tried to play therapist and got it wrong. It scares me the kind of harm I might cause someone if I botched things. I really, really want to be there for you all but when it’s something important I think you should seek professional help since I myself am anything but and have even been advised against working in that field. But I can always be a friend and will always lend an ear if you’re having problems, I honestly care and I don’t want anyone to think they’re alone.))
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Batman strode across the room now near the desk and took the offered papers.
Looking her over, he noticed she looked a little more tired than usual. Granted they didn’t see each other too regularly, he was still amazed that she worked here as long as she had, considering the inmates had a nasty reputation for breaking out.
“Long night?” he asked idly while flipping over the papers. The file wasn’t short. It chronicled everything from the first bank robbery to the fearless toxin he had created. It gave him shivers to this day when he thought about how close he had come to killing the man.
But Batman would flip past the paper-clipped history pages and see the recent history, behavior, evaluations from the sessions and the address of the halfway house.
Crane was a dangerous one in his mind. Intelligent enough to play the insanity card and believe it at the same time without having real need to act.
Leland leaned forward in her chair, glancing at the armor clad individual standing so casually in her office. Exhaling as he spoke to her once again, biting back her initial retort of ‘long existence’.
“Mmm, yes.” She pinches the bridge of her nose with a tired sigh, finishing off her coffee before glancing into the empty cup. She’d need to go get more and soon. “But what night in Gotham isn’t? “
Her eyes sliding back to him ,she offered a smile, propping her head up with her hand. Saying in a lighter tone. “But I’m used to it.” Watching him look over her work and notes she was glad to find him not complaining about her quickly scrawled writing.
Clearing her throat a bit before speaking while diverting her eyes, “I hope that will aid you….I would also like to mention I’ve been made aware that Joker’s been especially active recently, so you ought to be prepared for him as well…”
She wouldn’t say it out loud but she hated the occasions when the Joker was present in Arkham, his near constant deranged laughter always serving to grate on her nerves. Of course he couldn’t remain in everyday society as he was now, but could you blame her for not wanting to be around him either? Especially after the latest kidnapping she’d been subjected to, she wondered if the vigilante had caught wind of that or not. He seemed to know everything that happened in this city but it had taken place during the day so perhaps not.
Jonathan she wasn’t entirely too worried about, just hoping he might stay on the right path she’d put him on, and if Batman could assist with that she certainly wouldn’t say nay. Hopefully he wasn’t too prone to jumping to violence when it was unnecessary.Her rebuttal was greeted with a glance in her direction and a thin smirk. They both worked the long and dangerous stretch of night that the Rogues in the other hallway were famous for taking full advantage of.
Batman nodded and closed the form. “These are the best results I’ve seen from Dr.Crane in a long time. I’m impressed Dr. Leland.” he stated and handed her back the portfolio.
“Thanks for the tip as well. I have Robin looking into a possible lead. I should join him, but wanted to stop by here first.” He made a mental note to stop by the halfway house and scope the place out before joining Robin to see if there was anything out of order as well as just to see the place. It was due for a few renovations.
“Anything else you can suggest or tell me Dr.Leland?” By now he turned to her she had his full attention. He tried not to be imposing and overbearing but that was like trying to paint the wind itself: He was dressed for such traits and more.
He had only recently noticed the Commissioner stopped flinching when he snuck up on him and spoke. The man just expected it now.
Leland’s shoulders raise a tad and she spares a smile, “Well thank you for the kind words of praise, I just hope things continue to go well for him…” a tired wisp of a smile as if she was trying to push herself to have more faith in the rehabilitated man but only just barely managed.
She gives a nod looking up on the tall figure, shoulders rising a tad at his stature and presence. Pointedly turning her attention elsewhere, looking around her desk before pulling another drawer open. Withdrawing a secure Arkham evidence bag that held a filled syringe, offering that to him as well.
“This is a new antidote for a more potent laughing gas that has recently been manufactured. I’m positive you could put this to use.”
She hoped to avoid explaining how she’d come by the product since it would only raise questions against her own person and that of her patient. But she wouldn’t lie to the dark knight.
