Reflections of a Doctor's Mind

Chapter 1

Like a predator studying his prey, my lioness eyes hunger to unlock the clamp tight secrets of the complicated man before me. There on the other side of the one way mirror, many of my colleagues like me observed the psychologist on our staff sit across from the patient. This jane doe appeared normal in person now with his makeup removed and his tainted green hair buzzed short. Actually in a crowd of people, he would seem very attractive with his very tall, lean body, piercing ice blue eyes, and killer smile. But we all knew better. This man had been classified under sociopath meaning he lacked any empathy, couldn't decipher right from wrong, and had a terrible aggressive side. I watched his thin fingers tapping the chair lightly and I knew from observing his social cues, he was already bored with my colleague and only a fit of rage would be soon to come.

Pushing my back against my chair, I thought back how a few years ago I had been specifically seek out by Gotham's Elizabeth Arkham Asylum for the Criminally Insane to counsel some interesting and challenging patients. Yes me, Dr. Quinzell actually had some remarkable breakthroughs resulting in having the privilege chance, out of many trained doctors, to be selected on this team. And trust me, ever stepping into this room, I had been for many months taking assessments which had been leading me to a few vital deductions.

Besides being classified as a sociopath, I noticed he struggled with paranoia, mostly of the government, and definitely narcissist issues. But beyond that, I realized the man that called himself Joker was very brilliant and extremely dangerous. I could practically sense the man had to have been a part of some kind military service along ago, just by how he was so calculating and he ingeniously used tactics to play on his opponent's weakness.

Smack. My blonde head popped up from the noise to see Dr. Higgs face pressed against the glass by our patient laughing historically. He keep chuckling at his joke, "See that's what I call slap stick." My eyebrow rose a bit as I observed even his skills to fight seemed very refined. Curious, I thought. The security rushed in quickly and sedated the Joker.

People seemed to fear him as I glanced around the room flinching from his fit. They were afraid of the horrid mask he used. But in my mind, all I could see was that he was just like many others, an abused insane man.

"Well that was quick," one of my colleagues, Sandra, stated sarcastically. "Want to get lunch?"

Shaking my head, I responded, "Sorry, I have to catch up on paper work."

Sandra frowned, "Oh, come on. You have to come out of your cave sometime. Let's have some fun, you need it." Grabbing my notes, I stood up shaking my head again and Sandra sighed, "Alright I get it. You got a lot of prepping to do before you, our last chance on the team, steps up to the plate."

Pressing my lips together I stated, "I don't know if I'm going to do it."

Sandra was shocked by my sentence, "What? Why? Harleen, you've been studying him so much that it could be to the point it should be called obsession. You have to do it."

Honestly if I was in his shoes, I would be repulsed and make up lies just to toy around people trying to fix me or think I was some kind of freak show. Nope. I needed to plant the bug into the Joker's ear that someone didn't find him fascinating enough. I wanted him to feel curiosity for me.

"I don't know about this one. I think he's chosen who he wants to be and there's no going back." I replied making my way to my office.

"I think you're missing a great opportunity, but it's your life," Sandra said as she rolled her eyes and left me to be.

Sitting into my chair I whispered to myself, "I highly doubt that." The Joker always likes to play games.