Psycho

3

Joker

A month passed, and no sign of the new Dr. Quinzel. And here he thought he could have some fun in this freaking prison. He missed his outfits. All the time, he has to wear those ugly orange jump suits that they give to prisoners, and it's so... dull.

He felt trapped. He was constantly watched and locked in his cell all day long. It really was boring. But he had to be patient, if he wanted to go along with his plan.

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Harley

It was 7 AM, and Harleen came in early, as usual. She went to the lounge to get herself a cup of coffee, and went straight to her new private office to check her schedule like always.

But this morning, it was different. She will be paying a visit to the Joker himself. Dr. Presley finally trusted her enough to be with the criminals... Oh, she was excited!

...

After her coffee, a couple of big guards directed her to the gloomy cell that she already seen. She had put her black heels on, she didn't even know why. She rearranged her hair and her glasses on the way. One of the guards opened the thick metal door, than a glass one, before she could enter. She thanked the guards with a head sign, then she entered the cell.

The inside of the cell was a little different than the last time. He had added more "HAHA's" to the wall. When she entered, Mister J was whistling a song and stretched his arms. Then, he studied her with his gaze, and finally, with a smirk, he said:

"I was waiting for you to come"

"Ya remembered me! I'm flattered"

She was only half-joking.

"You came here to study me, doctor? Please, take a sit", he said, theatrically pointing the chair in front of the small metal table.

Dr. Quinzel sitted, then she looked at the Joker for a couple of seconds to see his traits. He reall was handsome and particular, with his emerald green hair, his chiseled jaw and model-coded lips.

She must have been a little more nervous than she thought, because she kept playing with her pen. And, of course, the Joker noticed it.

"You don't need to be nervous, Dr. Quinzel was it? I won't bite" he said, grinning.

"I'm perfectly fine. Let's proceed. So, in your file, it's written that ya killed a whole bunch of people. Why do ya do it?"

" Let's just say, I have many enemies. They are like parasites, I need to get rid of them somehow. And well, it's fun."

Harleen was shocked by how brutally honest he was. He wasn't trying to hide his reasons like many do.

"I'm sure you thought about it, at least once. To make your most rotten enemy suffer and make them pay for what they did to you... Their blood on your hands..." he continued.

He fixed at her to see any kind of reaction coming out of her. And the reaction, he got it. She shifted uncomfortably on her chair. Her face remained calm and professional, but the clown prince of crime knew he spotted a weakness. He grin grew wider.

Dr. Quinzel coughed, before saying:

" Well, no I didn't really think about it"

Lie.

"I just want to know ya, for today" she said.

"Alright"

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Their visits came more often, and Dr. Quinzel grew more used to the Joker. Soon, a month passed, then another, then another. He really was open to her. He was honest and answered every question she asked him.

Even Dr. Presley was impressed to see it. Once, she told Harleen that she was the first doctor that ever got him to really talk. Dr. Quinzel was proud. She achieved something no one else did.

But still... She still didn't really know him. She only knew superficial stuff like his favorite color, or what he hated, but she wanted to know more of him. What are his secrets, his traumas, his desires... Everything of him. She told herself that if she knew all, she could understand his root cause to cure him.

So, for her next visit, she planned a whole list of subjects to talk with him. At that point, she really did believe that she would fix him.