Sorry took so long, I'm working on about five stories, along with trying to enjoy my summer. I have no clue what's next, so any help would be appreciated. This is the doctor's point of view. I really wanted to do them, because I find it interesting that Harley was once among them, then she was on the other side of the therapy sessions. Hope you enjoy, and I own nothing (if I did own Batman or DC, I wouldn't have killed Batman for one.) No flames please, and hope you all are having a great summer so far!
The Doctors in Arkham all sat in the break room, clutching their tea or coffee, all battling their own headaches. Nobody talked, all afraid to further their own headaches. Joker had sung all night, and had only token breaks to cry and scream. Right now, he was screaming.
"Harley, Harley where are you! Harley, where are my socks! Baby, I promise I won't hurt you anymore! You know I love you! Har-ley! HAR-LEY! Come here, come here now! You useless girl, GET HERE RIGHT NOW BEFORE I DISFIGURE YOUR FACE!" he started crying again. "I don't mean it Harley, baby, just come back to me please." He started whimpering, and then the crying resumed.
One of the doctors sighed. "We have to do something; we can't let him go on like this forever. It's only a matter of time before he finds someone to blame, and starts terrorizing the city again, and we all know he'll get worse. If he was bad when she was away with Pamela, think how bad it'll be with her gone without ever coming back." They all mumbled their agreements, before the doctor continued. "Who knows with the Joker as fragile as he is, maybe we'll be able to get to the real him, and return him to society as a sane citizen." All the doctors nodded their heads in agreement.
"It's been known to happen." One of the doctors said. The doctor's sat in silence, in which the first doctor decided to ask the question they had all been thinking.
"So who's going to talk to him?" They all looked at each other.
"Well it was your idea…"
"Which should mean I shouldn't have to, what about you? You haven't talked to him in awhile!"
"Me, I have Nigma to deal with!"
"Hey don't point at me, I have Crane!" They continued on like this, until Joker started screaming a song.
"I WANT YOU TO WANT ME! I NEED YOU TO NEED ME! I LOVE YOU-" Joker broke off here and continued sobbing loudly, causing all the doctors to cringe in pain. Finally one of them broke the silence, saving them all from Joker, but making their headache's worse with the extra noise.
"We'll have a different doctor sent in to handle Joker, someone who doesn't know who he is, or doesn't care." She stated. Everyone nodded their heads, and took a sip of coffee, thinking similar thoughts.
If only Harley were here, she'd know how to calm him. She was after all at one point, his doctor, and she was the only one who had gotten close to the prince of clowns; the only one who could handle him. But in the end, she couldn't, in the end, she lost.
Just in case you don't know, Nigma is Riddler, and Crane is Scarecrow. Hope you liked it, please no flames, and I'll work on my other one later, it's super late where I am, and I'm going to sleep. Please review, I own nothing, and no flames.
