A/N Heyyy, I'm starting to add/edit all the existing chapters to make the story easier to follow along with and also better in general, I don't think I'll be changing any major events sooo enjoy the first updated chapter

Session 4

4 minutes and 23 seconds into the session...

'Was it acid? Drugs even?'

'No! No! No! It was stress from work! And maybe a few drugs...No no, I was never one for drugs...well maybe laughing gas...That's a drug right...Kinda'

'No, not enough...smiles.'

The devilish criminal would argue in his head. Did he remember or just purposefully forget? He Didn't know. Why was he the way he was?

'I'm just a man who had a very very bad day.' He grinned, talking in his head.

"Mr. J?" A soft voice asked carefully. "Can you answer my question please? Were you ever involved in any tragic event before the last five years?" The doctor asked, with her big blue eyes wandering from the clipboard and stealing a peak at his face, he would tilt his head, staring back, her eyes would dart back to the papers. He grinned, his dark eyes seemed so gentle, but then had striking darkness to them almost like a wild animal's.

"Well, when I was a young boy, my father didn't really care for-well...anything really." He lied, or did he? He didn't really know. "He couldn't stand hearing me." He frowned, acting as a victim...Or was it acting. He watched as she scribbled on paper, her eyes were lit up, like making a discovery. "Or maybe he just didn't like my...jokes." He studied her expression, watching as her eyes seemed to stare at nothing, she was thinking hard. He was getting to her. He slyly smiled and then quickly licking his lips before making his most convincing puppy dog face as her gaze fell on him for a quick second.

"And what did he do as a reaction to your jokes?" she seemed worried to even ask, she cleared her throat to sound more monotone.

His face lightened, he watched her for a moment, she adjusted her glasses, then fixed her blonde bun that sat perfectly positioned on the very top of her head.

"Well," He squinted, the brightly lit room was getting to him and the buzzing of the hold bulb rang in his ears. "I guess he didn't have a great sense of humor," he cackled for moment, then dropped to a serious tone. "He would lock me in my room until I was too hungry to speak."

"I guess jokes distracted him from all the beer that was so important!" He grinded his teeth, but quickly shot a smirk.

She gasped, but quickly recovered to a stone face, realizing her mistake. This was becoming so easy for him.

"You-you're truly beautiful, you know?" He licked his lips, they were dry from the lack of moisturizing face paint he usually had on. He reached out his hand to rub her cheek, but he restrained himself just a few centimeters away.

"Thank you." Her expression was solid and unimpressed, but didn't easily trick the clown prince. No, no. He was learning quickly just exactly how she ticked. "So, last session you mentioned something about your makeup.."

"I would consider it more of a second skin, or a painting of what I am on the inside." He grinned darkly.

"So why do you want people to see who you are?" She asked, she watched him for a moment, then quickly realized she had been twirling a piece of her bangs that had fallen out of her bun.

"Well, I do it as a...Public service, really." His tongue flickered. "I do it because people should see the true monsters that live among us, but they fail to realize that they're often the true monsters, the ones who cheat and lie, I just kill a few of them. The monsters-and I mean the real monsters live all around you, you don't know it, that person might not know it yet, but they will realize how mad they can become and will hide, hide in plain sight, and you can't stop them, but me, I am different because I don't want to hide, because we all can go a little mad and sometimes we just never bounce back and I'm perfectly fine with my monster."

"Oh." She managed to breathe.

"That and it just looks great on me! HA HAHA HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!" He laughed, banging his fist against the white table.

"Do you have any family?" she sighed, off topic.

"You know," he peered down at her name tag, "Dr. Quinzel, I think there is a little darkness you're hiding in your perfect little head."

She was caught off guard . "Excuse me?"

"This whole time you've been asking me questions, but you are the one giving more answers, you are so easy to read."

"I think I should leave now." She managed to say, rising out of her chair.

"Tell me, how much do you think you really know about me? Tell me how much you feel a connection, because I think you feel it, and I think it's because you have the same spark of darkness waiting to explode."

"I have you know that I came from the perfect family and friends, and a great school-" She argued, almost way too upset.

"They always do..." He smiled with his cheek resting on his fist, smiling up at her almost innocently. His expression changed quickly as his smile turned into a devilish grin "That must drive you mad. Doesn't it?" He lifted up from his chair, and leaned over the table a little, just to be in front of her face. "That boring life makes you wonder about the thrills of being a little out of your mind, doesn't it? The excitement in having little remorse, the never-ending adventures and the jokes, lots and lots of jokes" He smiled, his scars seemed to disappear.

"Well, I am hear to listen to all your great adventures." She sat down calmly, grabbing her pen.

"Oh, no, no, no." he was smiling ear to ear now. "It would be so much funner to show you."

"You and I both know we aren't doing that." She replied sternly, adjusting her glasses again.

"I wouldn't make that a promise." He warned, his smile fading.

"Goodbye, Mr. J." She stuttered slightly but remained as calm as possible, slamming the door as she left.

"Wait, Doctor!" He yelled, just as the door closed.

Four staff members entered, like always...Same old, same old. So boring. So predictable.

"Alright, you know the procedure." One of them sighed.

"Yeah, yeah." The Joker mumbled, licking his lips and putting his hands out in front of himself.

The man cautiously stepped forward, clicking on the handcuffs, the four led him to his cell down the hall.

"Alright, take these." One of them instructed him, giving him a plastic cup of water and a paper cup of pills.

The joker stared down at the three red pills, then glared back down at the man. "I'm not a psychopath, I'm just an abstract thinker with dark solutions." And like that, he slammed his cell door shut and knocked the pills to the concrete floor.

Thanks guys for reading! Hopefully you liked it and want to keep reading, this is just a little more detail about what happened to the Joker after the dark night rises and how he met Harley Quinn, so don't forget to review and yeahhhhh.