True to his word, Jim is returning to Arkham monday afternoon. And he's not bothered to make an appointment this time either. He just got word he's required to attend Wayne's Halloween party. And with the huge favor Wayne is doing for Harvey, Jim doesn't feel right backing out with some made up reason ( Read more... )

Harvey's had a lot to think about, lately. A lot he'd like to talk to Dr. Drake about, during their next session. It's going to be an interesting one...

( In which there are dolls. )

Harvey is both dreading and anticipating his session with Dr. Drake, today. The gassing, and his talk with the Joker soon after, have weighed heavily on his mind. He needs to ask her some things, and he's not sure (yes or no) he's going to like (or dislike) the answers.

It seems that several people are game for bar night. House votes this an excellent idea, Friday or not, and volunteers Giles to drive, if he can remember which side of the road to stay on.

Bo Hopper's been a security guard here at Arkham for a little over a year, and decided it was well time enough to take a week off to go camping. He never made it out into the woods, but that's what his cell phone message said, out of touch and back in next week ( Read more... )

Jervis has been patient. He has been taking his medication, he has been behaving, and his stay in Arkham has been nicer than it began. He was moved from maximum security. He was allowed greater access to the library and the comforts of a more home-like room. A window to look out of and chances to walk outside on the grounds. It is still not the ( Read more... )

Dr. Alex Drake? It seems you have a gentleman caller. The new medical liaison (and part-time therapist) has a few questions for you, and some information, about patients past and present. Just check out those file folders he has with him, some of them fresh from Gotham General.

Boy Lecter woke up last night. Get down there and make him shut up so the numbskulls stop paging me.

For Detective Harper Reid, a 'night off' in Gotham didn't exist.   It just didn't. There was always some earth-shattering event taking place that demanded her to be on her hands and knees, crawling through blood and picking in carpets for hair follicles that not even God himself could identify.  She resolved, for once, to enjoy her night; still, ( Read more... )