He sat in the white room, a straight jacket covering his torso. His face was completely bare, except, of course, for the scars. Dr. Jacobs sat across the room behind a regular metal table. He shuffled papers back and forth, asked a simple question, and waited for a response. The Joker never replied with what he wanted. After Dr. Jacobs wrote something on a yellow notepad, The Joker finally spoke.
"It's a shame your divorce is final, doctor." He said, his head tilted downward, but his eyes pointing directly towards Jacobs'. "Your wife was always such a… pretty lady."
Mark Jacobs sighed. "Yes, she was." His jaw tensed a little bit as he continued his questions. "Why do you feel you need to use an alternate persona? Why not just be who you really are?"
"Yes, she was a very lovely woman. Do you think it was your fault, doctor? Her leaving you, I mean." He grew more relaxed as he noticed the doctor's uneasiness. "Do you feel guilty? Do you feel like you've made a mistake?"
"Answer my questions." Jacobs replied. He gripped his pen and clenched his jaw.
"Do you feel you've made a mistake?" Joker repeated. "I mean, you couldn't have possibly foreseen what happened. It wasn't your fault you force-fed your son prescription pills. It wasn't your fault he died." The doctor's hand started to shake as his cheap pen started to crack. The Joker sat forward a little bit and stared up into the doctors brown eyes. His voice was soft as he spoke in a matter-of-factly tone. "Do you think she would still love you if you hadn't killed her only son?"
Jacobs stood as the pen burst in his hand. A female voice awoke him from his horrible thoughts. "Dr. Jacobs, a Dr. Laine is here to see you about his daughter." Nurse Dawson walked into the room and gathered some of the papers that had been spilled on the floor when Jacobs stood. He helped, thanked her, and walked out of the room.
A few moments later, four burley men, dressed in white, grabbed The Joker and walked him out of the room; towards his cell. As he walked, he heard the doctor and the nurse having a conversation as they headed down a different hall, probably about the girl that had been previously mentioned. "She's outside now, shaking profusely. Dr. Laine has requested you again, you're the only one here he trusts with his daughter."
Their talking faded as the guards led him farther down the hallway. They took a few turns and started down the normal route back to Joker's cell. After another turn, three guards wrestled with a screaming patient, so turning back and taking the 'scenic' route was the only option. The guards made him turn a few more corners before they turned down a brightly lit hallway. A giant window stretched against the wall, revealing the courtyard of the asylum. In front of the buildings entrance, which was three levels below, a small woman sat on a bench.
She had shoulder length, black hair with strands of purples and blues that fell over her shoulders. She was wearing a long sleeved jacket, even though the weather was sunny and warm, and had tight black jeans on. Even though she was far away, The Joker could see her shaking, just as the nurse said. Her body shook as she took a drag off the cigarette she was holding.
Before he was lead beyond the large window, he watched a nurse walk to the courtyard and direct the dark haired woman into the asylum. Her walk was a mix of confidence and insecurity. She threw the cigarette to the ground and followed the nurse, then she disappeared into the building.
The Joker was lead beyond the window, down a few more halls, and then he was placed in his cell. A few moments later, another guard came in, removed the straight jacket, and then left. The Joker just sat against his wall, fiddling with his hands.
