What's up folks? This is my second Batman fic. And my second that centers on The Joker. My last fic was a little too… Saw-ish. So I'm going for something different this time. Hope you enjoy.
Chapter 1: It Begins
A face out of her nightmares. That was all Dr. Kowalski could describe it as. The Joker was led into the examination room by two guards. He was dressed in the mandatory garb of the asylum. An orange straight jacket, orange pants, and white sneakers.
His face though was anything but usual. His nose and chin were long and pointed. His lips were crimson and stretched into a large smile that sank into his shallow cheeks. His skin was an unnatural chalk white. But his eyes were the most striking features. The emerald orbs seemed to peer right into your soul, and they sent chills down Kowalski's spine.
The guards sat the "patient" at the same table as the doctor, directly across from her. They shackled him to the chair and stepped back.
"What's up doc?" Joker giggled. It was high pitched and innocent. The patient spoke in a high, cultured tone. It was devoid of any of the modern accents or tones.
Dr. Kowalski pulled a digital recorder from her pocket and pressed the record button. "Hello patient 82056. I'm Dr. Kowalski. The administration has sent me to investigate your latest claim." She settled back in her chair. "What was that again?" The Joker had a tendency to make claims, then "forget" about them.
Joker leaned forward and faked a frown. "They didn't tell you? I don't know about you, but I think that my remembering what made the way I am is pretty important."
Kowalski nodded. So he wasn't changing it now. "Well, what made you the way you are today?"
Wagging his finger, Joker's smile broadened. "Ah-ah-ahhhh! Nope! Not gonna happen. I'm a firm believer in patient doctor privileges."
She sighed. If this was the only way she could get him to talk, she'd have to play along. "You two can leave now."
The two guards looked at each other, then back to the doctor. "Now way." One of them cracked his knuckles. "He might try something."
Kowalski pushed away from the table with a screech of the chair, clicked off the recorder, and stood up. She walked over to the guards, pulled them to the door, and held a whispered conversation with them. Reluctantly, they left, and the door closed behind them.
Joker spoke as Kowalski walked by. "Hey doc. Is that a mirror in your pants? Cuz I can see myself in your pants." He let out a long, cackling laugh.
The doctor felt heat rush to her face. But she quelled it and turned the recorder on. "So Patient 82056," she sat down. "What's your story?"
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