Post by Harley Quinn on Aug 15, 2010 23:48:18 GMT
((Set the day of 'Room Service and Ringtones'))
It hadn't taken long for Harley to be discharged. Afterall, a minor overdose of sleeping pills, supposedly committed by kidnappers was best left to the psychiatrists. All Harley had had to do was sit through a ten minute interview with one of the hospital's not-too-competent shrinks and then promise to see her own psychiatrist in future weeks before they let her sign her release forms and let her go. She was rather glad as she changed out of the hospital gown that she had bought new clothes as the journey from the hospital to the Narrows in her fundraiser dress would have been less than fun. Of course, she had to make do with her stupid strappy sandals which, teamed with socks and jeans, made her look either like she was in a Vogue photoshoot or the world's most fashion blind woman.
She was amazed she had gotten away with the stunt in the hotel, sure as she'd lost consciousness that they'd of seen through her hasty set-up and had her committed to Arkham for assisting Harvey and the Joker escape. Not that it mattered now. The detectives had informed her that both men had been captured and Harley knew, even before Harvey was tried, that both would wind up in Arkham. Her Arkham as she was already seeing it. Apparently Olivia had already been discharged, with Matthew and Crane still in treatment, which made Harley twitchy. She wondered if anyone had mentioned Crane's mental state yet, or if his near-death with the odd drug had rather distracted them. To have him committed, she'd need both Olivia and Matthew on side and though it shouldn't be difficult in theory, she wondered if her nonchalance towards his cardiac arrest had made them start to doubt her own sanity.
Stopping a young detective who had been left to oversee things at the hospital, Harley asked where Crane was and after a little innocent eyelash batting, she was directed towards his room, being warned he was unlikely to be in a state for guests. Harley didn't really care. She just needed a nod, really and she'd be on her way again. The night's incidents had left her with an odd sort of confidence, seeming to stem from the fact that she'd not only survived it all, but also been able to earn the trust of the criminals without compromising her position in her day-to-day life. Of course, if she spent too much time thinking about the events, her confidence crumbled and she began rather confused with herself and the state of her world but she was good at blocking out what she didn't want to think about.
Turning the doorhandle to Crane's room, Harley took a deep breath as she stepped inside, eying him and the medical equipment surrounding him. She noticed the young detective take up a stance on the wall opposite the room to keep an eye on them and Harley almost rolled her eyes. Slamming the door with a kick to it with her heel, she settled her hands on her hips as she waited to see if Crane would even be conscious and non-drugged enough to acknowledge her.
It hadn't taken long for Harley to be discharged. Afterall, a minor overdose of sleeping pills, supposedly committed by kidnappers was best left to the psychiatrists. All Harley had had to do was sit through a ten minute interview with one of the hospital's not-too-competent shrinks and then promise to see her own psychiatrist in future weeks before they let her sign her release forms and let her go. She was rather glad as she changed out of the hospital gown that she had bought new clothes as the journey from the hospital to the Narrows in her fundraiser dress would have been less than fun. Of course, she had to make do with her stupid strappy sandals which, teamed with socks and jeans, made her look either like she was in a Vogue photoshoot or the world's most fashion blind woman.
She was amazed she had gotten away with the stunt in the hotel, sure as she'd lost consciousness that they'd of seen through her hasty set-up and had her committed to Arkham for assisting Harvey and the Joker escape. Not that it mattered now. The detectives had informed her that both men had been captured and Harley knew, even before Harvey was tried, that both would wind up in Arkham. Her Arkham as she was already seeing it. Apparently Olivia had already been discharged, with Matthew and Crane still in treatment, which made Harley twitchy. She wondered if anyone had mentioned Crane's mental state yet, or if his near-death with the odd drug had rather distracted them. To have him committed, she'd need both Olivia and Matthew on side and though it shouldn't be difficult in theory, she wondered if her nonchalance towards his cardiac arrest had made them start to doubt her own sanity.
Stopping a young detective who had been left to oversee things at the hospital, Harley asked where Crane was and after a little innocent eyelash batting, she was directed towards his room, being warned he was unlikely to be in a state for guests. Harley didn't really care. She just needed a nod, really and she'd be on her way again. The night's incidents had left her with an odd sort of confidence, seeming to stem from the fact that she'd not only survived it all, but also been able to earn the trust of the criminals without compromising her position in her day-to-day life. Of course, if she spent too much time thinking about the events, her confidence crumbled and she began rather confused with herself and the state of her world but she was good at blocking out what she didn't want to think about.
Turning the doorhandle to Crane's room, Harley took a deep breath as she stepped inside, eying him and the medical equipment surrounding him. She noticed the young detective take up a stance on the wall opposite the room to keep an eye on them and Harley almost rolled her eyes. Slamming the door with a kick to it with her heel, she settled her hands on her hips as she waited to see if Crane would even be conscious and non-drugged enough to acknowledge her.
