Lucy's POV
I have never met a guy like Dr. J before. His attitude is so short and snappy sometimes. But at other times he seemed to know all the right things to say and do. I felt kinda bad for the guy. He had made himself a prison in his own house. I bet the poor guy has never been in a serious relationship before. I mean, how could he have been with all of those phobias working against him. Phobias aren't exactly the kind of thing that turns a lady on. It was a shame, he was quite handsome.
I awoke pretty early. I don't think anyone else is awake. I guess Dr. J was finally able to get a decent nights sleep. I quietly approached his bedroom door and rest my ear on it. It's completely silent. I lightly tiptoe down the hall. I decide to quietly explore. Of course I approached the one door that I was told was off limits.
I look at the sign on the door which reads 'keep out'. I reach out to The doorknob and carefully turn it. It unlatched softly. I gently push it open. The windows inside are blacked out and the room is pitch black. I start to feel around for the light switch. I eventually found it and the room illuminates. I turn around and my jaw drops at what I see.
The walls of the entire room are spray painted with 'Ha!' It was just repeated over and over in different sizes, shapes, and colors. There were papers scattered everywhere as if a tornado had swept through the room. I Look on the floor and scoop down to pick up a hand full of papers. I flip through them. They appeared to be blueprints of a building, several different buildings perhaps.
The last page was a picture. It was a smiling woman's face. I recognized her. Everyone in Gotham knew who she was. I grew up seeing her on the evening news. She was Harley Quinn, the estranged wife of the one and only Joker. I wonder why Dr. J has a picture of her? Maybe he has a crush on her. He wouldn't exactly have been the only man in Gotham to find her attractive.
I walk over to a desk. It's scattered in papers and looks as though the top has been stabbed repeatedly with knives. I rummage through the papers. I couldn't really make out their relevance. They were mostly random scribblings. I can't even tell if they're in the doctors handwriting or not. Then my hand uncovers another picture. I pick it up and my hand starts to tremble. It was me.
I look over the picture carefully. It was me standing outside of one of my classes on campus. How did he get this picture of me? And who took it? Had someone been following me to take this picture? But why? Why would someone have been following me? Did the doctor ask them to? Maybe the doctor finds me attractive. I can't think of any other reason for him to have this picture.
I lay the picture down and quietly slide open the top drawer of the desk. I'm met with a purple handled straight razor. Beneath it is another picture of Harley Quinn. This one however isn't of her alone. This one had the Joker in it as well. His arm is lovingly draped around her waist. I can't help but wonder what the doctors interest in them is.
I slide open another drawer. It's filled with metal things shaped like a Batman symbol. We're these things Batman's? Why would the doctor have these? Beneath it I see my name on a piece of paper. It said 'blood type O negative'. Under that it read, 'mothers blood type O negative' and under that read, 'fathers blood type O negative'.
My brows furrow. This information was wrong. My mother's blood type is B , not O negative. And my father, it should be unknown. My mom has always told doctors that she doesn't know my father's blood type. What the hell was going on here? What was this?
Then my thoughts are broken with a low growl, "What are you doing in here?"
I spin around and see Dr. J glaring at me and the paper in my hand. He quickly snatched it away from me and takes a step forward pinning me between him and the desk. His eyes looked darker than normal.
