An Apple A Day
She had been diagnosing at Arkham for three years, and never had she seen anyone as "complicated" as the man that sat in front of her. She was a genius, graduated high school at the age of 16 and was elected valedictorian; then published her book, while attending the best college in Metropolis. After attending medical school, she started at Arkham and has been there since. Blond hair, blue eyes, age twenty nine, she was the beautiful, brilliant, Quinzel.
No other doctor would take him. He had been mass murdering for just over a year, got nabbed by the feds, broke out of prison, went on a week long murder spree, got nabbed by the vigilante known as Batman, got sent to Arkham. It was a story imprinted into Gotham City's legacy. So she volunteered, today would be their first session. The guard opened the metal door, and then the metal gate, let Dr. Quinzel inside, shut the gate (leaving the door open), and stood respectfully outside. This was going to be interesting.
She opened the folding chair she had brought in, and sat down. She folded one leg over the other, placing a clip board on her lap.
"Well, well, well," He said with a smirk that never really went away, "the… doctor is in."