Harley Quinn Arkham Asylum Novels & Stories

she said quietly. The address led us to a psychiatric hospital in the city’s outskirts. The place looked more like a mausoleum than a clinic — white walls, lifeless air. They took us down a long hallway until we reached a small room. He sat there. The doctor. Or what was left of him. His eyes were vacant, but there was something behind them — amusement, almost cruelty. I rushed forward before I could stop myself, grabbing his collar. “What did you do to our mother twenty-six years ago? Where is our sister?”