You pulled me away, you pushed me close. I let my world revolve around you, and only you. I wanted to heal you from your pain, from all the suffering you were in. I wanted you to embrace life as it is really is.

Life is simply beautiful, too beautiful to pass on. But, when I came across you, your life was already crumbled. When we met, you had no sense of right or wrong, and all you did was laugh. You were happy, without a care in the world, laughing in my face as I asked you question after question.

You thought it was all one big joke.

But it wasn't.

There was a sense of urgency inside me. You had to be saved, you just had to be. Beneath that sadistic grin, I knew there lied something peaceful underneath. You were someone worth saving, and someone worth showing the beauty of life to. Not in those evil, merciless eyes. I wanted to show you how the world really is.

I tried everything, I tried talking to you, day in and day out. I never gave up on you, for I felt hope. Before you turned into this… …freak, we both know you were someone else. A man with a good heart, and inside me, I found it my obligation to save you, to turn you back into what you used to be. And so, I visited you everyday in your cell, and talked to you when everyone else was afraid of you. I wasn't. I never was.

I became a friend to you, a buddy, a confidant.

You'd tell me about your life before you were transformed, you had a good life back then. You'd tell me all these stories of your past, your beautiful, peaceful, quiet past. I knew I could bring your past self back, out of that rotten, disgusting shell you were now in.

But when I asked you the cause of your change, the reason for you… from a loving family man, a good-hearted man, into this, THIS, freak of circumstance…

…with that ever-unchanging grin on your face, you said, "THE WORLD.

THE WORLD TURNED ME INTO WHAT I AM NOW."

An animal. A freak. A victim. A rebel. A psycopath.

It couldn't have been the same world I wanted to show you, right? The world we live in, that makes life beautiful? Did you mean to tell me, that the same world I love every day, turned you into this?

Then I realized, maybe my world is all a montonous pile of bull, all meaningless, senseless. Let's face it, every day doing the same old job, peering into people's minds, it was getting tiresome.

Maybe your world was better.

And maybe we could turn the world that turned you into what you are now, into the world we truly want it to be.

Wild, crazy, fun.

Then that smile of your creeps in. Those blood-red lips, forming that little sly curve. Truth be told, during that moment, I was beginning to smile too. Staring deep into your eyes, I no longer felt I was the resident psychiatrist, the best of the best at Gotham City, curing the most insane patient ever sentenced to long-term therapy in Arkham Asylum. I no longer felt that I was human. I no longer felt that I was conversing with a deranged, mindless, brutal, unhealthy criminal.

I felt your hand touch mine. Normally, I would find this unethical, immoral for a person of my profession, let alone, for a person with any right mind. But you know what? I let it stay there. I felt the warmth from your chalk-white skin, and I wished right there that the warmth would never end.

You're a freak.

And I was loving every second I spent with you.

THE END.