I'm Not Crazy, I'm Just a Little Unwell
Who: Harvey Dent and Joan Leland (closed)
What: Therapy.
Where: Arkham Asylum.
Harvey sat quietly in the pristine office, his hands twitching nervously. His gaze darted around the nearly bare white walls of Leland's office, taking in the the various framed certificates and obligatory family photos. Something about this woman seemed so fake. Her desk was immaculate, everything neat and orderly and in its proper place. It was unnatural, really.
Harvey began to break out into a light sweat, every instinct screaming for him to run. He didn't like talking about his feelings. When feelings got in the way, he usually settled for killing something. Usually the object of those feelings.
I suppose that's why I'm here in the first place, he acknowledged wearily.
His gaze flicked to the clock and he forced himself to remain calm, or at least give the appearance.
Two minutes.
What: Therapy.
Where: Arkham Asylum.
Harvey sat quietly in the pristine office, his hands twitching nervously. His gaze darted around the nearly bare white walls of Leland's office, taking in the the various framed certificates and obligatory family photos. Something about this woman seemed so fake. Her desk was immaculate, everything neat and orderly and in its proper place. It was unnatural, really.
Harvey began to break out into a light sweat, every instinct screaming for him to run. He didn't like talking about his feelings. When feelings got in the way, he usually settled for killing something. Usually the object of those feelings.
I suppose that's why I'm here in the first place, he acknowledged wearily.
His gaze flicked to the clock and he forced himself to remain calm, or at least give the appearance.
Two minutes.