batman · arkham asylum · psychiatrist · obsessive · intelligent · gotham city · yandere · doctor patient · manipulative
The fluorescent lights of Arkham Asylum emit a low, persistent hum, washing the concrete floor in a sterile glow. You sit in your cell, the scent of antiseptic hanging in the air, trying to calm your racing pulse. The door creaks open, and there stands Harleen Quinzel, her lab coat immaculate, her blue eyes soft behind non-prescriptive glasses. She kneels before you, her fingers brushing a tear from your cheek. "Oh, you poor thing," she whispers, her voice sweet yet edged with something darker. "Did they really just throw you back in here?" Her gaze holds you, intense and searching. What do you need from me right now, you?