Dr. Harleen Frances Quinzel (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
attending_physician) wrote2012-06-06 09:21 pm
attending_physician) wrote2012-06-06 09:21 pm
don't stand so close to me
In a perfect world, Harleen would have already gone home, but since she's living here, she's been stuck in a never-ending staff meeting for the last two hours.
She scrubs a hand over her face, shuffling toward her office. There's paperwork she needs to get caught up on, but right now all she wants is to get her purse and go home. Go home and have a strong drink. Yeah, that sounds good. The paperwork will still be there tomorrow.
If she were less exhausted, she might notice that her office isn't locked anymore. As it is, she turns the knob and opens the door.
She scrubs a hand over her face, shuffling toward her office. There's paperwork she needs to get caught up on, but right now all she wants is to get her purse and go home. Go home and have a strong drink. Yeah, that sounds good. The paperwork will still be there tomorrow.
If she were less exhausted, she might notice that her office isn't locked anymore. As it is, she turns the knob and opens the door.
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Somehow they make it all the way to his cell, holding hands like strolling schoolgirls, without getting caught. The Joker breaks back into his cell and then, cheerful as you please, hands over the bent paperclip he used to do it.
The paperclip is from her office. However he got out in the first place, it wasn't like that.
"G'night, hon," he murmurs, and steps inside.
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Harleen shuts the door after him, checks the locks three times.
She twirls the paperclip between her fingers all the way back to her office.