[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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[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.