ᵀʰᵉ ᵖˢʸᶜʰᵒ & ʰⁱˢ ᵖˢʸᶜʰᵒˡᵒᵍⁱˢᵗ ꪜꪖꪶꫀᦓᛕꪖ

(1) 𝙢𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙖𝙘

At this moment she just wished she had gone straight to her office to get on with her paperwork like she was supposed to.

Nova was about to make a — not so quiet — sharp U turn, spinning hot on her heels. But she ceased almost at once, hearing the man tsk out loud. "Leaving so soon?" He said sardonically, hearing the movements of the girl.

"I've seemed to have wasted enough time." Nova presumed, her mouth speaking before her brain could comprehend, heartbeat quickening by the minute.

"I'm hurt, truly." He mocked with a snicker. "I was beginning to think a cat got ya tongue or something. I was almost worried."

"I'm sure you were." Nova scoffed, clearing her throat afterwards. "I shouldn't be talking to you—or anyone who isn't my patient for that matter." Nova clarified, scolding herself for being so reckless.

"Breaking the rules huh? You're bad. My type to a T." He said, an insane laugh escaping his throat that shook her to her core.

The girl sighed, a shiver running up her spine and she suddenly wished she wore a thick coat as her cardigan wasn't doing her justice. "I should really get going now."

"Lighten up, doll-face. A man needs some company once in a while. It'll drive ya crazy otherwise." He concluded with a chuckle, his voice vibrating from the other side of the door.

"Well then— I suppose you'll have to find company in the wall's— or rats even, because duty calls." Nova enlightened, referring to her actual patients.

"So let me be ya duty, or ya friend at least." The man suggested, a smirk evident in his cocky tone.

"Tempting, but i'm afraid i'll have to pass." Nova disclosed, shutting that insane idea down, but she'd always be lying if she said she didn't pond over it at least once.

"That's too bad. You could've gained an ally, a friend. He's a real charming fella too." Jerome sighed disappointedly.

The brunette pursed her lips and pretended to think hard. "Hmm. Let me guess. . . that charming fella is you." She fake gasped, steadily pacing the hall.

"Of course me, who else?" He taunted obviously. "So. . . ya gonna tell me ya name Doc?"

"Tell me yours and i'll tell you mine." Nova bargained, barely restraining the small smile that graced her features as she slowly walked back to the door.

"Uh huh." He chuckled wildly. Well. . . I'm Jerome. I wish I could say it's nice to meet ya, but I can't exactly see you." He jeered.

"I'm Dr. Harmon." The girl replied, her lips parted slightly as she took everything in. Jerome was boyishly charming, no doubt about it. But he was twisted at the same time, a madness so strong and so deadly. Though oddly enough, Nova found herself undeniably drawn to him.

"Dr. Harmon, eh." Jerome repeated. "So you're a psychologist here, hmm?" Jerome questioned, his voice lacing with interest, knowing he's never been with a Dr. Harmon before.

"Well I'm certainly not a patient." Nova jested, giving Jerome a taste of his own medicine

"Funny." Jerome scoffed, a heavy silence suffocating the two.

Nova couldn't resist the innocent curiosity that nagged at her. She wanted to know why he was in Arkham, what he had done and why he was so separated from the other patients, what was so dangerous about him? Apart of her secretly wanted to be his psychologist, seeing that's the only way she'd have answers to these questions.

"Are you afraid of me?" Jerome piped up and Nova could've sworn she could hear his breathing right outside the door.

"You haven't gave me a reason to be." Nova told him truthfully.

"Rookie mistake, Doc." Jerome cackled. "You know nothing about me, or what i'm capable of." He snarked, his shoes clanking against the floor as he seemingly paced.

"You're right, but you're also locked up Jerome, what could you possibly do?"

"I'll make you chew on those words Doc, believe me. I have a feeling i'll be seeing you very soon." Jerome admitted, his voice suddenly dropping a few octaves, becoming deeper and more menacing,

"I highly doubt it." Nova confirmed.

"Hmm, now. . That's where you're wrong." Jerome challenged, erupting into fits of manic laughter second's later.

"How presumptuous of you, but i'm willing to bet I won't be finding out." Nova affirmed confidently, having a feeling Jerome was all bark, no bite, but little did she know.

"Just don't get too comfortable is all, Doll-face. pleasant times are coming— or should I say unpleasant. I suppose that'll be up to you to decide." Jerome sneered, Nova laughing lightly, expecting an answer as such from a person with his wittiness.

After a while of silence, none of them daring to speak up, they were interrupted by a guard who had been sent to let Jerome out for dinner.

Of course the guard was quick to question why Nova was there, but she slithered her way out of suspicion by claiming Jerome was one of her patients and for safety reasons he had to stay behind the door for his session.

The guard being a fool nodded and believed her white little lie. He stalked towards the door, key card at the ready.

Nova subtly stepped back, realising she'd be facing Jerome which she once doubted would ever happen. Nevertheless, she kept on her poker face, finding it hard to push down the odd sensation of excitement flowing through her.

Soon enough, that faded. Her brain now flickering on and off like a light switch. The sane part of her screamed for her to run for the hills and get on with her already damned day.

But it was never like Nova to back down from a challenge and seeing as the guard had already swiped the card — the double doors already opening, it was too late.