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From the view of Dr. James E. Gray....

January 20, 2009 - Today

It has been 6 mouths since the director of Arkham Asylum, Dr. John H. Ledger, assigned me to the John Doe that had been a terror to the entire city and now, my personal bleeding annoyance. A question has been floating through my mind since I have been assigned to watch over this mass murderer: why me? It's a simple and logical question. I had just graduated from University of Washington State and had only been working at Arkham for a month before I was called into the gaffer's office.

July 21, 2008

Dr. Ledger peered over his spectacles at me as I entered his office. Ledger was in his 50's, maybe early 60's. His black hair and mustache were slightly graying and you could see a light bald spot on top of his head. He wore a causal suit and had a paper knife in his hand. He was sorting through his mail when I came in.

"Please, Gray, sit – sit. I'm just finishing opening my mail," he said as he motioned to the chairs.

I sat down in one of the chairs. The room was a bit pleasant. The room was nicely lit and the walls were painted in a pale green color. There were two windows on the left side of the room and a settee sat in front of them. Ledger's caramel colored desk sat in the middle of the room. He had placed two armchairs in front of it. Books lined the dark brown selves that were behind Ledger and the right wall.

"You're probable wondering why I called last night for a meeting this morning on your day off," Ledger said as he set down the paper knife on the desk.

"Yes, sir, I do- I mean I am wondering why you called me," I shuddered. Idiot. "Have I done something wrong?"

"Oh, oh, no, no, no, you're not in trouble," Ledger chuckled.

"Really," I said as I exhaled the breath I was holding in. I thought he was going to fire me.

"Actually, I'm giving you a case. Have you heard of a John Doe that goes by 'the Joker'?"

Oh HELL NO "No. Ah, no. I'm not taking this case."

"Why not?"

"For the benefit of my personal health," I stated as I got up and headed towards the door.

"You're the only one for this case," Ledger simply said. I had my hand on the doorknob. I turned around and looked at him.

"That is complete and utter rubbish. I know almost all the doctors with the right clearance in this building want to be the doctor assigned to that case," I practically yelled at him.

"That's the point. You're the only doctor with the right clearance that didn't volunteer for this case."

"So that means I suppose to deal with this nut case because I didn't volunteer?"

"Yes, basically."

"Well, I'm not taking this case on."

"Yes, you are. Unless you want to be fired. Do you want to be fired," Ledger said as he leaned back in his chair. I turned silent. I would not hear the end of it from Mum if I was fired....

"I take it you'll take the case," Ledger said as he held up a file. I was trapped. I didn't reply him. I just took the file and left. That night, I went to the bar near my apartment and got drunk.

July 23, 20098 to January 5, 2009

John Doe (aka The Joker) and I have had a rocky relationship. Well, my life at Arkham was rocky. After everyone heard the news, I was shunned like I had the plague. All my colleague's eyes were filled with jealousy. The rest of the staff's eyes were either filled with fear or pity. They thought and still thought that he would break me. They only thought that because I was a greenhorn.

Back to the case that has been lay down at my door. At our first meeting, he knew I was new to my profession and taunted me of that fact throughout the whole session. His eyes were something I have never seen in a human before. I have seen those eyes in mad dogs back home my father had to put down, but never in a human being. There was also a look of boredom in them. I asked him his name. He replied his name was 'Joker'. He actually believed his name was 'Joker'. Was that a fake name or his mother had a sick humor and actually named him 'Joker'? I had no idea. He had to be born somewhere. He had to live somewhere during his childhood. He was very intelligent. He had to go to school somewhere. He knew how to hold a weapon and use it skillfully. That type of skill doesn't appear overnight. Did a family member teach him that skill? How can he even exist in this day and age without leaving a paper trail? When he was growing up, was he part of a religious group that hid from the world? Was he even born in this country?

We continued with the sessions. We were mostly playing cat and mouse. He as the cat and I as the mouse. At our twelfth session, he tried to strangle me with mint tooth floss. He didn't succeed. No one knew how he got it or how he sneaked it into the rooms where we held our weekly sessions. A couple of my colleagues had the nerve to come up to me and say I might be in over my head. Two problems. First, when one of my colleagues said I should quit The Joker case, their eyes holding a false-sincerity. Bastards. Second, if I quit this case, I would be on the plane to the Great Northwest the next day. To hell if I'm going to let that happen.

At this time, Dr. Harleen Quinzel had been annoying me with questions about 'the Joker'. She had always been bothering me to get insight on 'the Joker'. What was he like? What was his mood? Did he give you any insight past? But after the tooth floss incident, she has been more forceful on getting information from me. She was borderline obsessive about him. She would sometimes ring me up at very odd hours of the night, just to talk about my case. I understand most therapists need their own therapists or an outlet to talk about their own patients to get through their own profession and stay sane. But I would not and still don't talk to Quinzel or anyone really about the John Doe that went by the name of 'Joker'. I did this for the benefit of my health.

Also during this time, a new serial killer had come out of the wood work. There had been seventeen victims connected to the killer. He made his victims solve puzzles. He made them solve word, numbers, and picture puzzles. Like that killer in that horror movie 'Saw'. You know, the one with that creepy puppet doll thingie. If the victim didn't solve the problem in time, he killed them. He then writes a riddle in the victim's blood on a wall or floor near the body for the cops. The answer to the riddle is a clue to his next victim. The papers have been calling him 'The Riddler'. The only victim that had survived his attack was because a policeman was in the area and heard something. The surviving victim didn't live long afterwards. They found him two weeks later with cement shoes in the bottom of the river. It was a mob hit.

After the tooth floss incident, I still continued with the sessions. 'Joker' was appearing to be slowly calming down. He was becoming at least somewhat civil. The staff and the guards noticed the somewhat change. I became "the big man on campus." People were coming up to me in the Asylum's hallways and congratulating me and saying to 'keep up the good work'. They were asking me if I would write a book about the Joker and I. Why congratulate me? The emperor is wearing no clothes. He might act or say different thing now, but under the somewhat calm face, he was still a killer. That mad look in his eyes had never left him. It had actually grown stronger. He is fooling you, you idiots? He was just dancing to 'the systems' and the judge's tune so he could be let out and return to create more chaos.

January 7, 2009

I was once again called into the gaffer's office. The only reason I was called up to his office was because of a John Doe named 'the Joker'. Ledger had asked me to do weekly reports on 'Joker'. I only enclosed the bare minimum in those reports and I didn't really elaborate on any of the details of the sessions. Some of my colleagues thought I was keeping those a secret to write a book and publish it after the Joker is rehabilitated. That was the farthest thing from the truth there is. I don't write 'interesting' reports and I still didn't like or want this case. It wasn't good for my personal heath. Physically, I was alright, except for that tooth floss incident. Mentally, I was not. I guess I was still sane if I was still questioning my sanity, which I did every minute of everyday. But 'Joker's' words were taking their toll on my subconscious. Nightmare and odd dreams. Lack of sleep.

Ledger's office was still painted a pale green. It was just like that first day, except for a little plastic Christmas tree that sat on the edge of Ledger's desk that was left over from Christmas. Ledger's hair and mustache were a little grayer. The bald spot was a little bigger. He was in his usual causal suit and he was peering over his spectacles at me as I entered the room.

"Please, Gray, sit- sit," Ledger said as he set down the newspaper he was reading. "The Riddler: 31 murders and counting" said the newspaper's front page in big, bold, black letters. This was not good. He only asked me to sit down if he had important, usually bad, news for me.

"I think, Dr. Ledger, I will stand. If that is all right," I said politely.

"Alright, have it your way. I call you in here to tell you some good news," exclaimed Ledger

"I'm off 'the Joker' case," I said sarcastically.

"Heh-heh. That's funny, Gray. But no. Mr. Doe is going to be a guest lecturer at Gotham University Collage," chuckled Ledger. The blood in my veins turned to ice.

"A guest lecturer?"

"Yes, Gary. A guest lecturer."

OH Funking Hell. "I- I don't think Jo- I mean John Doe, is ready for that just yet," I stuttered out.

"Nonsense, he is ready. You have done wonderful with him. I knew you could do it," Ledger exclaimed.

"We don't know that for sure. He is not in society, yet."

"Well, this is the first step to entering a society. It will be only a handful of people."

"A dozen handfuls of people. Have you actual thought about this? What if the media gets a hold of this 'good news'?"

"Oh, don't worry so much. I have everything under control. He will only speak in front of one behavior analysis class and I issued them a silent agreement that they all had to sign. There is no reason we should worry about the media," explained Ledger

"Isn't it a little mean to force an entire class to talk to 'the Joker'. These students might have been attacked or have friends or family killed by 'the Joker'," I asked.

"I asked the professor to list the lecture optional. If a student does not wish to listen to the lecture, they could cut class those days. I just needed all parties involved in one form or another to keep quiet."

"'Those day'... There will be more then one guest lecture."

"Yes. Three to be exact."

"I don't like this. I will not sign off on this."

"You don't have to like this. You don't need to sign off on it because I'm signing it for you. Whether you like it or not, John Doe will be a guest lecturer at Gotham UC."

With that I left the room in silence. That night, I went to my usual bar and got drunk, again.

January 8, 2009

I woke up this morning with a hangover. I told Joker about him being a guest lecturer. He laughed his head off. The sound of his laughter was splitting my head open.

Death by laughter. That's funny.

January 20, 2009 – Today – The day of the lecturer

I stood outside the room in the Asylum that we were going to use for the lecture. A guy in his early or late twenties came up to me. His name was Cameron Lewis and he was the tech-ie that will be helping out with the electronics for the lecture. He had brown hair with a little orange in it. It was cut close to his head. He wore thick-rimed glasses on his face. He was wearing a white dress shirt and navy-blue jeans. He reminded me of those 'Greek Squad' guys in one of their commercials. He was shorter than me and I was 5'8. He was carrying a mac-notebook.

"Um, Dr. Gray," he said to me.

"Yes," I answered.

"Everything is ready to go. There will be a 5 minute delay on our end. For the first 5 minutes or so, The Joker will see and hear the class, but the class won't see or hear The Joker," Cameron explained.

"Is there anyway to fix that?" I asked.

"No, there isn't. It's too close to show time as it is to fix it," explained Cameron.

"Fine," I said. I reached into the left side pocket of my lap coat and pull out a radio. I said in to the ratio, "Bring John Doe up."

I waited for a replied. A couple seconds later I got one.

"Roger. We're bringing him up," said the prison guard over the radio.

Ten minutes later, Joker sat in a metal chair with his legs cuffed to the metal table that was cemented to the floor in front of him. A flat screen computer sat on the metal table. He sat his hands in lap in white scrubs that all the Arkham Asylum's patients wore. His face was clear of any make-up; he hadn't been wearing any for six months. The room was painted a very dull green color and there were no windows. The only source of light came from a florescent light that was built into the ceiling. I leaned against the wall straight behind him. Joker turned his head around and looked back at me.

"Today's the big day, ain't it, Doc," he asked me. I ignored him. He started laughing, "Oh oh ha ha ha...ha...someone's not to happy about this. 'friad I'll scare the little sheep, Doc?"

Yes, I was scared. I was frustrated. I was at angry at the whole situation. I pulled a telly remote out of from a pocket in my lab coat.

"I'm going to turn on the screen and for the first 5 minutes. You will see the class and hear what they are saying, but they will not hear or see you. There is a delay in the system," I said as I pointed at the screen. I pressed a red button and the screen flashed on.

Here we go.