I woke up late...

My dreams were excellent. So good, in fact that I literally had a wet dream, like I was fucking fifteen years old, but the vision of Bridgette 'apologizing' for everything she'd done to me, as Asa helped me punish her was hard to ignore. A quick shower and I was on my way to work.

Phones weren't allowed on site, so I'd have to leave it at home, but I could do some initial testing, depending on what opportunities I had. First opportunity came before I even officially started. As I was getting coffee, I grabbed a cup for Francine, made the way she liked (hey, I told you I'd been paying attention to who I needed to suck up to).

I brought it to her before the start of our shift. A quick ‘order’ to 'drink it while it was hot,' which she did, should be a simple test of what the app could detect. After that, it was a day just like any other. The library was pretty quiet, just a few inmates looking around for various books. The whole place was incredibly disorganized as the inmates who ‘maintained’ it were more focused on finding what they were interested in then actually organizing the place.

I swear, I saw ancient books that looked like they must have been donated when Arkham was built a century back, side-by-side with, far more read, collections of Tom Clancy paperbacks. I wasn’t a big library guy, but I’d volunteered at my library in school, as the librarian had been hot as hell and I’d had a crush on her. Then I worked at the local library my senior year for spending money. My brain was wandering towards how you might actually try to organize the place, stupidly trying to recreate older methods rather than simply look them up. The challenge was that all my experience with libraries assumed you’d have bar-coded books, scanners and computers, which weren’t allowed within reach of the inmates.

Well, that’s what I was doing until Harley-fucking-Quinn showed up, looking for some psychology books.

Which she wasn't supposed to do. Certainly not alone. And definitely not with a fucking bat. The one downside of the library was that there was only one way out, unless I was willing to jump out the window and take a two story fall. I had a ladder hidden by the one window which could open, but that would probably get me fired, as nothing had actually happened.

So, I hit the silent alarm and walked slowly towards her. The other two guards in the room looked up and started hustling the handful of other inmates away. Then she was suddenly right in front of me.

I wasn't dumb enough to swing at her.

"Hello, Dr. Quinzel," I said calmly.

She laughed and stuck out a hand, "Call me Harley, everyone does!" she smiled broadly, somehow making an Arkham jumpsuit look good, but I kept my eyes carefully on her face, not giving her an excuse.

Not that she necessarily needed one.

"Harley, should you be up here on your own?" I asked

"Of course I should! I'm puddin's distraction!"

Shit.