[arkham asylum]

[thisiswhatyoulivefor]

Caroline heads down into the tunnels toward the Penitentiary. This time her armload of papers are actually for a patient. Or inmate. She's not actually sure which is accurate for Arkham residents. Either way, she was given a set of forms and told she'd be helping someone fill them out. Someone who is apparently not allowed to have a pen or pencil. And she only knows that because she guessed. Telling her who she'd be working with is apparently too difficult.

It's kind of a hike from the Mansion, but she makes good time. She almost never sees anybody else down in the tunnels, which strikes her as odd. Whatever. Back up the stairs, and... damn, there's no map. She'll actually have to ask somebody. Fortunately she finds a guard of some sort pretty quickly, and he actually points her in the right direction without being an asshole. That's not a guarantee in this place. He was even nice enough to tell her how to get to the interview rooms through the back halls. She hadn't been looking forward to walking through any of the cell blocks.

And... here. Interview room two. There's a one-way mirror like in a police department, so Caroline can see that it's empty. That's fine with her. She steps in and takes the seat closer to the door, thank you very much, even though that means whoever she's helping will be led past her when they get here. Which will hopefully be soon. She's not really in the mood for drawn out suspense.

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[two_face]

Any kind of movement through Arkham is always such a joy. Shackles, chains, that upright gurney...thing, and stupid little entourage of guards. Harv's mostly resigned to the bullshit; he settles back in the gurney and asks the guards how their kids are.

It goes over about as well as one would expect.

"I was just asking, Jesus," Harv mutters quietly once things have quieted down. The rest of the trip through the penitentiary is silent, save for the squeaking gurney wheel and the rattle of the chains.

He patiently puts up with the procedures to get him in the interview room - there's always so many - before letting himself get lead in, flanked on both sides by guards. Whoever it is he's stuck with is already there, thankfully. A small-ish looking redhead with her back to the door.

...Wait. He pauses and squints. That's got to be Crane's secretary.

His hesitation earns him a jab in the back from a billy club. He grunts and stumbles forward, turning sharply to glare at the guard before going to settle across the table in the empty seat.

Well. Crane's secretary is pretty. He failed to mention that.

"Mornin'," Harv growls, twisting the cuffs on his wrists until they're a little more tolerable.

[thisiswhatyoulivefor]

Caroline very carefully doesn't twist around in her seat to see just who they're bringing in. She'll know soon enough. She looks up from the paperwork once he sits down across from her and that sure is Two-Face. Well. "Good morning, Mister Dent," she says with a little more cheer than she actually feels. She smiles politely and waits for the guards to finish shuffling out.

Except they're not quite ready to leave. "Now listen here, miss," one of them starts, "Don't let him have anything. No pens, no paperclips, nothin'."

"Of course not," Caroline says agreeably. That's the whole point of her helping him with the forms, isn't it? So he can't get his hands on any potentially deadly office supplies or the like.

"And don't get any closer to him than ya are already." The guard's actually counting off on his fingers.

"No sir." She struggles not to make a face at that. What did he think she was going to do, hug him? Cuddle while they fill out forms?

The guard rattles off a couple more things, but they're not particularly important. For people who aren't, uh... Dr. Bradley, maybe. He might hug Rogues and give them paperclips. "All right then," the guard says finally. "We'll be right outside the whole time. And you," he adds, pointing menacingly at Dent, "better behave yourself."

Caroline watches as the guard finally leaves and shuts the damn door. She really doubts he's actually going to be standing right outside the one way mirror, not when there's some kind of break room just down the hall a bit. Anyway. She clears her throat and turns back to Dent. "Well that was dramatic."

[two_face]

Harv just rolls his eyes at the guard's going over protocol, like she's an idiot. All he can really do is fidget with his shackles while he waits for the rent-a-cop posse to leave.

He answers the pointing and the order with a very long-suffering sort of sigh and a shrug. He stays silent until after the guards are out of the room, though.

"Eh, I pissed him off on the way over," Harv answers in a very 'what are you gonna do' tone. "So... do I get to know your name or am I going to have to just make one up?"

[thisiswhatyoulivefor]

Caroline smirks a little in spite of herself. "As entertaining as it would probably be to let you make one up..." She pauses to consider for a moment. She probably shouldn't actually give a Rogue any personal information, so... "I'm Leslie."

Hopefully that won't ever come back to bite her.

[two_face]

"Leslie, huh?" Harv half-smiles, mostly politely. He's a little skeptical of the name but, hey, he could hardly fault her for feeding him a fake one. "Call me Harvey."

He settles back into his chair, shifting about as much as the floor-bound shackles will allow him. "So how'd you get stuck with this shit-show of a job?"

[thisiswhatyoulivefor]

Caroline nods and shuffles the stack of papers a little. On a first name basis with a Rogue, huh? That was quick. She frowns a little at the rattling of the shackles. That seems unnecessary to her, honestly. Not that she's an expert.

"Well," she drawls, tapping her chin with the pen, "I wasn't bad enough to be put on bedpan duty, so here I am instead." She's not actually sure if he meant this job in particular or working at Arkham. Eh, it works either way.

[two_face]

Harv raises an eyebrow at that. He wasn't expecting much in the way of straight answers, but it's not often one of the gophers in Arkham are quite so smart-mouthed. "I don't know if sticking an admin assistant in here's all that much better than bedpan duty," He half-frowns thoughtfully, as much as he can. "That's just gonna end with someone in a bodybag."

[thisiswhatyoulivefor]

Caroline shrugs slightly. "Arkham decision-making at its finest, I guess." That was the Two-Face voice again. Should she be worried? She smiles and tries not to think about that too deeply just now. "Anyway, uh, Harvey. We should probably get to work on these." She gestures down at the papers. "Especially since your escorts are already in such a friendly mood."

[two_face]

Harvey levels his gaze at Leslie, looking far more amused than he otherwise should be. "You really have no idea."

The segue in conversation gets another long suffering sigh, though a much louder one this time. "Yeah, yeah, this bullshit. Keep the paper pushers happy." He won't even try to hide the disdain. "Just write down everything we say."

It shouldn't take to long, really. Harvey's fluent in the language of paperwork.