Patient number 57429. My name is Dr. Brown. Session forty- six. Please explain why you're here."
"Don't you already know that? Or are ya just an incompetent doctor?"
"I just want to make sure you know why your here."
"Because your all crazy. You claim it's me but in reality all of the staff in this establishment are insane. They're just trying to bring us 'patients' down with them."
"No Miss Isley. That's not it at all."
"Why do you feel the need to 'cure' people who just aren't like you?"
"You are a danger to the greater good…"
"Greater good? You think that you can just change us? That if you diagnose us with every mental disorder in the book that you can 'help' us want to 'contribute to the greater good' of Gotham?"
"Miss Isley…"
"What is the 'greater good' Dr. Brown?"
"Well it's…"
"And if somehow you do end up 'curing' us and we start 'contributing to the greater good' wouldn't you be out of a job?"
"I suppose..."
"And if your out of a job however are you gonna support little Amanda and Xavier? And your dear Ani?"
"How do you know…"
"Oh! Don't you remember me, Doc?! I babysat your kids back in high school! You said you wanted them to grow up and be just. Like. Me."
"Patient number 57429. My name is Dr. DeVecio. Session ninety-two. Why do you do the things you do?"
"For fun."
"You drive people insane and kill innocent people for fun?"
"You hunt innocent animals for sport."
"That's completely different."
"Different how? You kill for sport, I kill for fun."
"I kill animals."
"I do too."
"Your last three doctors were animals?"
"Yes. They didn't care about my mind. They just wanted my body."
"Had they ever expressed those feelings to you?"
"No. They just eyed me the same way you are now."
"I am making you uncomfortable?"
"OH DOCTOR PLEASE STOP!"
"Rinae what are…"
"NO DOCTOR GET OUTTA ME!"
"Rinae!"
"YESS DOCTOR!"
Smack!
Patient number 57429. My name is Dr. Rivera. Session one hundred and two. Wh- what are you doing?"
"Just stretching."
"How'd you get out of the handcuffs?"
"I'm a circus freak as you said it."
"But how…"
"These walls aren't as soundproof as you think."
Silence
"A good Ringleader knows how to do everything in her circus."
Silence
"We'll say something doctor!"
"GAURDS!"
"Ahhnn! Wrong answer!"
"Patient number 46837. My name is Dr. Crane. Session one. Please state your name."
"Jack."
"Can you tell me your last name?"
"No."
"Why not?"
"That name ties me to them."
"Your family?"
"No. My neighbors. Yes my fucking family."
"Please calm down."
"I'm fucking calm."
"Jack please."
"I thought I was Patient 46837?"
"That is just your number."
"So I'm just a number to them?"
"No, Jack. Your a person."
"The nice officer who brought me here told me I was an animal."
"Do you remember his name?"
"Yep. I took his badge."
Silence.
"And his tazer."
Bzzt!
They took me back to the room that had my patient number painted on. Of course, according to procedure, they had to pat me down. They found his gun, his badge, his taser, and his finger. When they left I was once again at the mercy of my thoughts. I looked out the small window in the door and tried to think up an escape plan. "What the hell am I thinking? I'm never getting out of here." I slid my back down the white wall. I buried my face in my hands.
"My client would like an appeal to insanity."
"What!?" Insanity echoed in my head. I'm not insane. They had it coming. Suddenly there was tapping on the glass. It was a girl. She smiled and waved at me. One of the officers shoved her out of in front of my door and down the hall. I hung my head again. Hell. Being locked up in this fucking room will drive me insane anyways. Might as well sit back and enjoy the ride. I climbed up into the hard bed, closed my eyes, and laid back. I must've dosed off because when I opened my eyes a guard was standing in my doorway. "C'mon, time for a little exercise." He said. I rolled off of the bed and walked over to him. He led me to a large indoor track and metal bleachers. "You got thirty minutes. Stretch, walk around, make a friend, just don't hurt anybody." He said as he pushed me in and closed the door. I surveyed the room. Four people. Two walking the track one in the corner reading a book and the girl from earlier sitting in the middle of the room just looking around. She spotted me and smiled. I ignored her and walked over to the bleachers and sat there. I tried to rub the tiredness off of my face. When I looked up she was standing in front of me. "Hi Jack."
"How'd you know my name?"
"I read your case file. Do you want to know how many different things you've been diagnosed with?"
"Get away from me."
"Anti sociability is one."
"Your fucking crazy."
"That's why I'm here dumb fuck!" She yelled. She stood looking angrily down at me for a while before her face softened and she sat next to me. "I'm Rinae." She said as she started playing with her thumbs. "You already know my name."
"Jack Nelson Jr. Patient number 46837, age 17 height 5' 9" weight 169 pounds. Eye color green, hair color brown, race Caucasian, warning: be careful this patient has anger management problems." She recited perfectly. I stared at her until she looked up. "I stole your case file. So sue me."
"I could." I mumbled. A guard started to walk over to us. "When I leave count to thirty and wait… I'm gonna have a little fun." She whispered as the guard approached us. "Come on Rinae." The guard groaned as she stood up. "Bye Jack." She chirped as she was dragged away. "Insane." I buried my face again. Suddenly there were sirens and all of the guards rushed the rest of us in the room. They practically carried me to my cell and threw me in. I walked over to my bed and listened to the piercing sirens. "Patient 57429 has escaped. Please me careful! She's dangerous!" A voice yelled over the P.A. "If its who I think it is," I thought aloud. "She's not that bad." I laid back down. I heard yelling outside of my door. From what I could see through the little window guards were running from someone who was shooting at them. Then she appeared in my window. "Dance monkeys!" She said shooting a .9mm gun. For a while she stopped shooting and looked at me. "These pussies won't fight back!" She yelled through the door. Suddenly her hand flew to her ear. She sighed dramatically and opened my door. She slid in and leaned her back against the door. "Time to go home." She said taking my blanket off of me. "What the hell are you talking about?" I asked her jumping off of my cot. She put the blanket over the little window and used the gum she was chewing to stick it on. "Adhesive chewing gum. Rubber cement activated by spit!" She giggled "I made a funny!"
"Answer my fucking question." I growled. "Save the death growls for pillow talk!" She said winking at me. "You might wanna move away from that wall…" I walked over to her and grabbed her shoulders. "What the fuck are you talking about you insane broad!?" I yelled slowly. "To the unsuspencting van!" she yelled. There was a boom behind me then a huge draft.
AHHGGHH! For those of you wondering no Jack isn't the Joker... The inspiration for RInae's sessions was how i'd probably react if it were me