Jeremiah Arkham had been doing his usual rounds. A walk through his asylum's halls. The usual visit to his special patients had lifted his spirits. It was good to feel appreciated, to know that at least some patients recognized his hard work and talent. Even the usual taunts he received as he walked the halls could be numbed after those visits. Not that numbing was necessary. He knew what the majority of his patients were, they were unwell, and their words were meaningless in that regard. Sticks and stones, as they say.

He opened the door and stopped short however as he realized someone was sitting in his chair. Dr. Leland would never be so presumptuous or bold. None of his doctors would be, not even the most arrogant or inexperienced. Perhaps it was the Bat, or Jonathan, or perhaps the Joker. The form was too small though, too small and slight and couldn't possibly be any of those three. Harleen was a possibility, but he had just seen her during his rounds as well, or perhaps it was Jane Doe or Pamela. He pushed down that feeling of shock however, and perhaps there was a little outrage there as well. They were unnecessary emotions that would only make whatever situation he had walked into even worse.

Instead he cleared his throat, his tone turning into something detached and laconic.

"I do appreciate your enthusiasm, but I do maintain office hours for most. Simply scheduling an appointment would have proved much easier for both of us, I'm sure."