Blue Eyes Blind

“Do you think this is a good idea?” One Arkham personnel whispers to another one. “Not only is she Harleen Quinzel’s sister, but she also has a history of mental illness.”

“Yes she was diagnosed with D.I.D over ten years ago but I talked with not only her own therapist but all her teachers highly recommend her. She graduated top of her class.”

“So did her sister and look where she is now.”

“My sister cheated her way to the top,” I interrupt the two. “She wasn’t as bright as she made people believe she was.”

“And how can we be sure you’re not the same?”

“You can’t but trust me, I’m nothing like my sister.” I say with a forced smile on my lips. “You need someone that can get inside the minds of these people; criminally insane or not. And what better person than someone that has overcome her own demons. Unlike Harleen, I’m 100 percent in control. I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t sure I’d be able to handle whatever the criminals that call Arkham home can throw at me.”

The eldest of the two sighs, running his fingers through his greying hair. “The Director has the final say in hiring and he’s currently in a meeting with someone that contributes a great deal of time and money for this place.”

“Then bring both of them in,” I narrow my eyes. “Let them ask me questions and see that I’m the perfect pick for this job. I won’t leave until I get a goddamn answer.”

“What’s the problem here?” One of two men asks as they walk into the room. They both look at me. “What can I help you with?”

“I’m Harlow Quinzel,” I start, instantly causing the man to wince at the sound of my name. “I applied for the psychiatrist position opening and was called in for an interview. But upon arriving here I was treated like a criminal you would house here. I’m not going to take this lying down. I came here for a job and to be denied it because of who my sister is isn’t acceptable. I want to be denied a job based on my skills, which isn’t the case, and not because of my sister and mental health. I’m a brilliant doctor, believe it or not.”

The man closest to the door just chuckles, “I’d give her to the job Desmond. If she’s willing to fight for a job working with the likes of her sister and Joker; she deserves it.”

“Mr. Wayne, what if she turns out to be like the rotten sister of hers?” Desmond, or whatever his name is, asks. “We can’t afford another incident like that again.”

“Hire her; she obviously thinks she can handle herself against the scum of the city.” Mr. Wayne tells him. “I fully endorse her, despite what you and your staff think.”

I look at him, smiling. “Thank you Mr. Wayne. If I get the job, I won’t let you down.”

“You got the job, right?” He asks the other man and his staff members.

“Yes, Miss Quinzel; you have the job.”

“It’s Doctor Quinzel to you,” I sneer at the men before turning to Mr. Wayne. “Thank you. I won’t let you down. I’ll prove my worth before you know it.”

“I have no doubts about that Doctor Quinzel.” He smiles.

“Harlow.” I state, smiling. “You can call me Harlow.”

He just smiles, “and you can call me Bruce…”