Thirty minutes left

Oh god, they'll be bringing him in here in a half hour. Into my office, he'll be sitting right in front of me. No iron door in between me us, he's smart, he could just as easily kill me as look at me.

Harleen was racing around her office making sure she was as prepared as she could be for the world's most well-known homicidal maniac to be sitting literally feet away from her. Harleen looked through his file, a last minute review of his case to make sure she hadn't missed or forgotten anything, even the tiniest detail. Dr Joan Leland, Harleen's boss, walked into her office to make sure she was mentally prepared for the horrors she was about to endure.

"Harleen, are you alright?" Joan asked with genuine concern for the young blond.

"Yes Joan, just a little nervous is all" Harleen answered her voice shaking slightly.

"Maybe this isn't such a good idea…" Joan began before Harleen cut her off with unexpected stern voice.

"Joan I haven't even had a minute with him and already you're doubting me"

It was true, in arkham asylum she was considered the delicate young girl who was lost in a place she wasn't meant to be but Joan could tell she had the courage and strength for this job but she knew that putting her alone in a room with him was like throwing a baby bird off a building and calling out fly.

"Harleen, this man is dangerous he's killed woman and children without a second thought"

"I know Joan, I practically know everything there is to know on the man by now" Harleen retorted getting irritated at her bosses lack of faith in her.

"Fine, I'll leave you to your work then" was the last thing Joan said before leaving Harleen to review his file for the billionth time.

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Name: The Joker

Full name: Unknown

Nickname: J

Age: twenty eight

An IQ level of 145

He was extremely smart for a man of his age, an IQ level of 145 is or even slightly higher then Albert Einstein's. Harleen found this very intriguing as she continued to read his file.

Symptoms: Insomnia on a one hour of sleep average, eats one meal a day at most, antisocial, fails to feel empathy or remorse…

The list went on and on, at the bottom in scribbled hand writing obviously not part of his file as it would have been printed were the words extremely annoying, never shuts his mouth. The lack of professional terminology pointed to the belief that it was written by one of the orderlies that guarded Jokers cell each night, Harleen had been told that Joker was not one to be silenced easily.

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Harleen couldn't resist skipping to his physical description, she found the way he was described interesting. Even though he was her patient she had not had a chance to get a good look at him, yes she had seen him in his cell a couple of times as she passed it but I was so dark in there and all she had to look through was a small slit in the massive iron door he was held behind.

Height: 6"9

Weight: 195

Hair: Green

Eyes: extremely pale blue (almost white)

Physical appearance: skinny, muscular

His eye color was so unusual almost demonic, his height was astounding and considering he was only twenty eight, he was well on his way to being 7 ft. He probably already was, who knows how old these files were. This would mean he was a good half a metre taller than her and that alone was enough to scare her half to death about meeting him.

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At that moment the door to her office swung open startling the young lady sitting at the desk. Two orderlies stepped through the door way, they were both extremely muscular and tall but not as tall as the Joker was described to be.

"Are you ready for him Dr Quinzel?" asked one of the orderlies in an extremely stern voice. She knew his name, it was Frank and the other orderly was Cash. Frank was notorious for disliking the Joker but that just made him more of a target for the Jokers mental abuse.

"Yes, thank you" Harleen replied trying to hide the fear in her voice.

Officer Cash went outside the room and came back in with an extremely tall lean figure, dressed in a strait jacket and orange prison pants. The inmate towered over the orderlies not as much as he did over her but pretty close. She half expected to see his green hair straight away but she then noticed he had a black sack over his head.

"What's with the sack?" Harleen asked in a bit more casual way then she would have liked.

"It's so he doesn't get any opportunities to escape, like seeing the codes to the doors" Cash replied

"Then wouldn't all patients need to wear a sack?" ask Harleen curiously.

"Have you seen his IQ level Dr Quinzel?" asked Cash as if it was completely obvious.

"Yeah yeah he's a smart cookie, now let's get this over with" whined officer Frank as he pushed Joker down onto the couch but the Joker did not say a word as he sat himself up on the couch as if it was a normal occurrence.

"Could you please remove the sack and strait jacket? I would prefer he feel comfortable during these sessions and not strapped down like some wild animal" Harleen asked politely, Cash nodded reluctantly taking off the strait jacket and handcuffing him to the couch. Frank was in the doorway obviously upset at how well they were treating the Joker. The Joker was wearing a baggy grey singlet that had the arkham logo on the front and 'Patient 801' on the back in big bold letters. Cash took off the sack, as he did the Jokers dark green hair sprung up from under the weight of the sack. At last she could finally get a good look at the supposed mad man.

"Thank you that will be all" Harleen said nodding to the orderlies in appreciation as they left the room closing the door behind them. The Joker turned his head from the door to Harleen, she stared back at him getting a good look at him. He had quite a few tattoos which took Harleen by surprise and it certainly made him seem a lot scarier then he already was. The things the tattoos were of were to be expected smiles, cards, the words ha ha down his arm. Then she moved her eyes to his, they weren't almost white, they were white she was sure of it. His pupils were so small, mere pin pricks in the middle of his iris. Then she looked at his skin color, a pure white with a bluish glow to it. He was certainly one of a kind that's for sure.

"Well?" He said tilting his head toward Harleen, his voice was deeper that she expected, people had told her that his voice was higher and more hoarse but his voice was soft and almost attractive.

"Well what?" she replied slightly confused.

"Are ya just going to sit there and look at me or are ya actually goin' to do the job you're paid ta do?" he asked. The way he spoke so casually was interesting to Harleen, using words such as ya instead of you and ta instead of to. It showed a sign of being comfortable which was good.

"Yes sorry, my name is Dr Har-" before she could finish he interrupted her.

"Dr Harleen Quinzel, graduated valedictorian from Gotham University aged twenty nine and recently finished an internship at Gotham general" he concluded, she was amazed and worried about how much he already knew about her.

'How did you…"

"Oh come now sweets, nothing gets passed these walls without me hearing bout it, I practically own the place"

"Ok then Mr…?"

"Just call me J and I'll call you Harl, how's that sound?"

"It's sounds unprofessional"

"Is that a bad thing?"

"Yes" she replied in a stern tone

"Good, because I hate good things" He replied smugly

Dammit Harleen you should have seen that one coming, he literally lives to rebel against the rules

Harleen decided to let it slide as she didn't want to start and argument with him "So tell me about yourself" she asked him politely

"What about myself?" he retorted

"Well let's start with you child hood" He made a disgusted face at the word 'childhood' as if it were a horrible curse word.

"Ick childhood, I hate the thought of it"

"Did you have a bad childhood" she asked scribbling down notes on her note pad in front of her. He began to explain way he hated childhood and about an hour and a half later he had somehow moved onto the subject of pineapples.

"…they're not an apple and they don't come from pine!" he exclaimed as he laughed at the thought of it. Harleen massaged the bridge of her nose with her eyes closed.

This session is getting nowhere, he has an IQ of 145 and he decides to use it on debating why a pineapple is called a pineapple. He's not that stupid, he knows what he's doing. He's purposely avoiding my questions he doesn't want to answer by starting a new and completely absurd subject, like when he started talking about peanuts he's talked about that at least five times by now

A quiet beeping sound went off from a device sitting on her desk indicating that the session was over thank god one more lecture on peanuts and I think I might have gone insane. Frank and Cash came in at the sound of the alarm and reapplied the jacket and sack and once again the Joker fell silent I wonder if that sack stops him from being able to talk, if it does it could be suffocating him. She was caught by surprise by her sudden concern for him, good thing she hadn't said it aloud otherwise Frank would have heard. She watched as they pushed him into the hallway closing the door behind them. Harleen went over her notes to make sure she hadn't left anything out.

Harleen notes

Session one Observations:

High energy levels

Positive mood

Inappropriate behaviour

He seems to have a heightened creativity

Racing thoughts

At times he seems agitated, restless and/or incredibly frustrated

At times inattentive

Hyperactive and impulsive

Impatient

Session conclusion:

These attributes point to Bipolar and ADHD/ADD and I'm sure I'm not the first one to make these assumptions, he's previously been diagnosed with almost every illness in the text book. He is practically the clown prince of mental illness.