A/N: Hi there! I decided to write a Joker story since I love the guy so damn much; even more so since Heath Ledger. This is a short insight into the story to see if its worth continuing. Let me know what you guys think! If anyone reviews. Q_Q

"Did you hear? The Joker escaped Arkham!"

"He's taken off somewhere out of the city to avoid detection."

"The Joker is planning to destroy the entire city!"

Dozens and dozens of rumours and speculations began circulating around Gotham; after three years of being thrown into the dreaded Arkham Asylum by Batman, the Joker had managed to escape by almost destroying the entire building. Even while being incarcerated for that length of time, the Clown Prince had still been capable of keeping his supporters close at hand.

Picking up her tea, Sophie took a gingerly sip of the steaming liquid, sighing. Ever since she was sixteen, she'd worshipped the ground he walked on. People thought he was insane; Sophie believed he was a visionary for the future. A bit of chaos mixed into the derelict city might actually liven it up a little. Crime hadn't even gone down in those three years; the Joker had been doing some good despite killing people and blowing up buildings.

The phone rang and her heart leapt in her throat. Almost tripping over herself, she flung her body at the landline, catching it on the last ring.

"Hello?" She huffed.

"Miss Havens?"

"Speaking."

"Hello, Miss Havens. My name is Jefferson Loxton director of the Arkham Asylum."

Sophie almost dropped the phone. This was it. This was what she had been waiting for. For the last four years she'd been studying to be a psychiatrist at university; examining case files of the most heard of criminals in Arkham. Getting into the mind of the Joker would have been a dream come true. Newly graduated, she'd presented herself in person at the Asylum a week ago, asking after a position. It appeared she had succeeded.

"I'm ringing personally to get to know you a little before we sign you on."

"Oh." The elation deflated immediately. The job position had required extensive training and experience. Sophie had only ever helped family and close friends; and worked for six months in a small cubicle with people who had minor problems, like claustrophobia and a fear of swimming. So she'd taken the dive and put in her resume for the open position at Arkham.

"Tell me about yourself, Miss Havens."

"Well, I...umm," she curled the phone line around her fingers anxiously and gulped. "I studied at GC University; just finished a couple of months ago-"

"And how much experience have you had with patients?" Jefferson inquired, and she could hear him shuffling papers around.

"Friends, family and six months in a small mental health building."

"And did you ever meet a patient with severe neurological problems?"

"Well, no I-"

"Have you done profiling before?"

Sophie's face lit up like lights on Christmas. Creating a profile based on what someone told the psychiatrist during a session was something she was very good at. It was always easier to analyse a person once everything had been bundled onto paper.

"Yes! I have done extensive profiling on the Joker, with limited information, as you know but I can send you recommendations of how experienced I am if you like."

A pen scribbled on the other end. "Not necessary, Miss Havens. Are you alone?"

"I'm sorry?"

"Arkham Asylum is in a state of disarray at the moment, as you can imagine. I was wondering whether you would mind if my associate and I held the interview in your home."

An interview in her own flat? It was unorthodox but she wasn't going to give up on something she'd been set on since a teenager. "Of course! I'll give you my address."

Twenty minutes later found Sophie in her small but quaint living room, with Director Jefferson and to her immense surprise, Commissioner Gordon. If she wasn't clumsy before, she certainly was now after several attempts at filling the kettle only to spill water all over the place. Gordon had taken over with a polite smile and a comforting pat on the shoulder. Now with them both seated in front of her, she was stumped and had no idea what to say.

"I'm sorry to intrude on you like this, Miss Havens," Gordon started, a gentle smile on his face.

Sophie smiled back politely, heart thudding in her ribcage. "That's all right, and please call me Sophie, Commissioner."

"Only if you call me Gordon," he quipped with a wink and she shyly ducked her head with a nod before he continued, his expression becoming serious. "There aren't many psychiatrists aside from Crane who have been even remotely interested in the Joker's inner mentality." Sophie couldn't help but wince at the mention of Jonathan Crane, now hiding in the dark alcoves of Gotham. "Batman, as you know, has disappeared." His face fell and Sophie wondered if the rumours around Gordon and the Dark Knight were true.

Jefferson took over, leaning on his thighs as he linked his fingers together. "Miss Havens, we've had people drawn up profiling for the Joker. But it's always warped; these psychiatrists hate him, they aren't interested in analysing him and because of that the profile never makes any sense. After you put the resume in, we contacted the University to find out why you were so interested in the position."

Gordon continued. "You have a, should I say, curiosity of the Joker?"

Suddenly cautious, Sophie retreated inward, her voice coming low and soft. "Yes...am I in trouble?"

"No, no, Sophie. You're not." The Commissioner soothed and the tension eased from her body but then built up again as he went on. "We are looking for a psychiatrist to seek him out; get inside and figure out his next move." Gordon stood and began pacing, gesturing with his hands as Sophie's face began losing colour gradually. "Putting an older more experienced person on would be a failure from the beginning. The Joker can sniff out a rat miles away. So I was hoping you would help me, Sophie. Help save Gotham from him."

Brows furrowing in confusion, Sophie readjusted her skirt nervously before looking at the two men. "What exactly are you asking of me?"

Jefferson glanced at Gordon and the Commissioner rubbed his eyes tiredly before coming to kneel down before her. Sophie could see the pain the movement caused him and began to flutter her hands to help him up before he stopped her with a hand on her forearm. "Sophie, I'm asking you to aid us in recapturing the Joker."

"And...how could a twenty-two year old psychiatrist do that?"

"By joining his motley crew."

And just like that, Sophie fainted.