Up until now, I had never doubted my job or my authority for that matter. But being around that clown has been driving me absolutely insane. Fourth day at Arkham, here we go. I hurriedly walked into the building, my red stilettos clacking against the linoleum. From down the hall I could see him in his glass cage. They had taken away his most prized possessions, his purple suit and makeup. It was strange looking at him, he had this aura of humanity around him when he was not in his Joker form. I inched my thick glasses up the bridge of my nose before hesitantly opening up the door.
"Why good morning , honey!" he exclaimed. "Your to address me as Dr. Quinzell, thank you." "Your looking ravishing as usual" he said, looking me up and down and running his tongue over his lips. "Eyes up here," I gestured. "Now before we start our session, is there anything you would like to mention or comment on?" "Harl, ya know what I noticed?" "And what's that sir?" I rolled my eyes. "Ya don't smile enough!" "C'mere, I could fix that" he grinned. For once, I wondered if this sham of a man had an ounce of humanity left in him. The things he had seen, the things he's done…How could someone possibly bottle that up? I looked back up at him. "You look nervous. Is it the scars?" he asked. "No. It's just you" I bluntly replied. He stood up, causing me to jump a little. Raising his hands which were cuffed he said, "No need to worry, I'm not going anywhere…for now," he smiled. He walked over to the chase and laid down putting his arms behind his head. "I have a, ah- request. "And what would that be?" "- I want my makeup back. I want it. I want my makeup," he stared at the floor. "I'm afraid I can't do that, Mister J." His eyes seemed to turn black and he stared at me coldly. "…Do they ever hurt?" I asked, looking away. He sighed. "Look at me - hey…LOOK AT ME!" he growled. "Do they frighten you, Harl? They make me look like a freak don't they? You see, it's you people that are the cause of everything. You cast out those who are different, and try to give everyone little labels." "How long will it take you guys to realize that not all the world is black and white? There are many shades of grey." "It's about sending a message," he ranted.
