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Cold dark spluttering pipes air thick and moist the joker craned his neck he could feel the muscles in his neck pull taut gripping his spine his jaw felt heavy but his tongue felt loose lolling to the back of his throat warning him that he could he escape if he really wanted to but who needs ritualistic suicide when you have madness HAH! The joker giddily thought to himself.
Creek! The sound of a worn oak door stirring to life invaded his ears his eyes rapidly moving scouring the room and that's when he saw her, the devil wearing high heels a tall blonde no not blonde a test not natural he examined every inch of her she had her lank hair tied in a tight bun he supposed it was to make her seem more formal "hello Mr… joker?" Dr Harleen quinzel asked her voice was shrill and cold forced even. like the tone of it was just a façade he could hear her heals clicking but he just looked up and stared at the thin chipped plastic fan enamoured by it he imagined it coming to life thrusting itself around the room decapitating the women that was currently looming over him "so Mr joker my name is doctor quinzel I'm going to be your phsycyastrist while you're here at Arkam I'm just going to do a quick psychiatric evaluation on you then will get your cell set up"
Her heels clicked and clacked across the hard wood floor littered with scuff marks of paintings trying to get away and the orderlies who drag them to their mental prisons locked away to shadows that invade their minds she deposited herself into the cushioned chair it had scuff marks and deep scratches some of the padding was ripped and torn.
"So Mr Joker I'm just going to ask you some routine psych evaluation questions…ok so let's start off with…. What's your name?"
Joker just stared at her his eyes drilling holes into her… there was something about her something he couldn't understand some hidden and dark…HAH HA oh yes this was going to be fun
"Umm ok so how about your age?" yet still no reply
"Mr Joker I need you to cooperate with these questions"-"how about the joker interrupted "I ask you the questions instead?"
Dr Quinzel tried to stop the giggle that escaped her painted red lips "Mr joker that's not how it works"
"Were just a bunch of animals wearing suits parading around walking on two legs we spend our entire lives pretending not to notice the world around us we work we go home we buy materiel possession's filling those empty husks we call homes so they don't feel so empty you see people try to ignore pretend they don't see it"
"And what's that Mr joker?"
Hmm isn't it obvious Harley… Madness… reality is too harsh too numbing but you can always escape into madness
"The mind is desolate and harsh place to reside there is no escaping the mind it is relentless it claws into your synapses digging into your memory's ripping them open invading the things you hold most dear and the things you try so hard to forget you see if you stay in your own mind for long enough you'll find out things about yourself that you can never forget things that will change the way you perceive this world film with cover your glassy eyes blurred images will pass but your mind would never tell you even if you lose something you hold most dear something that helps keep your grip on reality but when it's gone well… the walls just come tumbling down"