APPOINTMENT 1

It took me three months to set up an appointment, but man, was it worth it. I was ready for anything he had to say…

"My father used to hit me" He said

-Anything but that

"I remember the one time I saw my old man laugh. I must have been hmm 7-8 years old. He took me to the circus. Then the clowns came out, and dropped their pants. Well, my pop laughed so hard I thought he was going to explode."

He sounded excited as if the main part of the story was about to happen

"-So the very next day, I put on his best Sunday pants and ran up to him "Dad look at me" I had said and dropped his pants "Zooops"

We both laughed, in fact, I laughed so hard I cried.

"And then he broke my nose" He finished.

I gasped that was horrible. That poor little boy, just wanting to make his father laugh. Growing up he must had been desperate to make everyone laugh. A poor man rejected by society, and then there was Batman always hurting my Angel. I knew I had to help him. This would only be the first of many appointments to come. Wait was I falling for the Joker?

APPOINTMENT 2

The Joker was walked in by two guards, when they were leaving one reminded me about the panic button, I wasn't worried. Once we were left alone I wanted to ask him about the vat of chemicals and what really happened. But before I could he asked me a question.

"Say Doc, tell me about you. Why are you torturing yourself with a 9-5 job?"

"Uh Mr. Joker Sir, It would be unprofessional to talk about myself not to mention, innapropiate."

"Oh come on, it would make me feel like I could trust you more."

I finally gave in.

"Well um, I have two older brothers-twins actually. My parents moved to Tennessee to retire about a year ago. My brothers own a law firm in Downtown Gotham. Growing up I helped my dad work in his car rental and body shop service. I learned how to hot wire cars. I like motorcycles-"

"Let me guess Harley Davidson?" The Joker interrupted.

"Do you want to hear the story or not?"

"Please continue Doc." He replied.

I continued my story

"I graduated college early. No gimmicks or seduction, although everyone thinks that I would swoop down that low. So what I earned my degree at age 23 that doesn't mean I cheated. Sorry I got off track. Uh I got a boyfriend. Matthew Granger, he's 24 and is an accountant. When I was little I wanted to be in the circus. A trapeze artist to be exact. So my ma put me in gymnastics, I loved it. I was in it until my senior year of high school. Then I went to college met Matt and got a job here. Not much to tell."

I waited wondering what he was going to say. After a 'small' moment he said something.

"So you can hot wire a car." He said with a blank expression on his face.

Seriously? After all that. Literally telling I had told him my LIFE STORY he gets I can hot wire a car, what a psychopath.

"You spent your life doing gymnastics and you became a- psychologist?" He continued.

"Extreme personalities always fascinated me."

"Ah."

Ah? Is that all he was going to say. I told him more in a few minutes than he did in an hour session ABOUT HIM.

"So Mr. Joker, you going tell me anything about yourself?"

"Please just call me Mr. J, Doc. I think we are good enough friends."

Friends he thought we were friends. Wait, were we friends. I felt like it. Yeah, I liked that. He began to tell me another story.

"Unlike you, my parents were divorced. I remember my mom. She was an athlete or something, I don't remember too well. But she taught me how to ride a bike. After that I wanted to be a olympic bicycle rider. I felt free when doing it. It made me happy, not as happy as comedy but happy. The boys at my school bullied me and beat me to a pulp. Whenever I tried to fight back I got in trouble. I dropped out of high school. Just got too depressing. My mom left Gotham for Italy with her new husband after she found out. She told me never to speak to her again. I decided to go back into comedy, and what better place to start than rookie night at the night club Gotham Giggles. Each time I tried I got booed off the stage."

He paused expecting me to say something.

"So you can ride a bicycle?" I replied mocking his reaction to my story.

He just looked at me and grinned, continuing his story.

"So I thought what would be funny. Clowns. Clowns are funny, and a clown robbing a bank would be funny. So I put on a clown mask and went to Wells Fargo. It was about closing time, so I was the only customer there. Well, when they saw me they knew exactly what was going on. One or two ran for their phones, but I took the gun out I brought with me and shot them. My first kills. Well the others. hmm, I killed them for the fun of it, because it was funny. I got the money and with spray paint I wrote on the vault some simple ha ha ha's and Am I funny yet? I knew people would love it. Well it was great for the first couple of times. Eventually Batman got into it. I was robbing a bank by ACE Chemical Vats…"

This was it, he was finally telling me what had happened. I listened even more carefully.

"-Well Batsy came in so I tried taking cover in ACE. Well we got into a fist fight, and he pulled off my mask. Well, when he did, I lost my balance and fell into lucky vat number 7. I guess that bat thought I was dead, because when I got to the surface he was gone. My skin felt tingly and had a burning sensation. I snuck back to my base at the time and when I got there my henchmen ran away. I had no idea what the hell got into them. I looked into the bathroom mirror after showering and figured it out. My hair had a greenish color, and my skin was well-white. Not like really pale it was pure white. My lips had cracked and were bleeding. I liked the red against my lips and my skin. I looked like my favorite thing, a clown. Just with the pale skin I looked like a freak, but with, I looked like a clown, I was funny. I decided I would buy red lipstick. I bought a few button down shirts and a purple jacket. I was funny. I was the Joker."

I was dumbfounded by his story. It was so sad. This made me hate Batman even more.

"Mistah J, I'm so sorry." My accent was starting to break through but I didn't care.

I realized I was leaning in to kiss him. Before I could pull away, he returned the kiss. It felt so right. The alarm went off my phone saying that the appointment was almost over. I pulled away.

"Mr. Joker, I think you can return to your cell, now."

He didn't smile, he dint frown, he just looked at me confused. When the guards came back to escort him back to his cell, he winked at me.

I walked out my office ending my shift….