Finally got this done :D Been taking on too many tasks

lately. I decided to finally get the real action in. I hope it works

out well. I do like this story though. :)

Reviews are lovely, Echo

Love, Rage, and Insanity

Chapter 3: Therapeutic

After Harley Quinn and Jonathan Crane, it became difficult to trust psychologists to care for the most psychotic and deadly patients of Gotham. Mainly, the Joker. So, it is quite often that Jason finds himself gritting his teeth, watching his love try to reason with the murderous clown. He picks his usual spot, perched inside the vent of Arkham Asylum he had found the outer entrance to weeks ago. He sees the woman he adores at her desk, pen in hand and notebook in lap. Joker is across from her, a too happy grin on his face. Jason glares at him, mentally stabbing him. The woman is the only one he responds to, so she has special sessions with him daily. Joker flirts with her non-stop, but Jason does notice that the clown has made improvements, to his dismay.

Joker leans forward in his chair, pulling his legs underneath him. He pokes a small statuette on her desk of a bat, her favorite animal. Her butler had bought it for her a few months ago. She looks up at the Joker sternly.

"No, don't touch it Joker. It's fragile." She says, shaking her head when he lets out a small bark of a laugh. Joker sits back, eying her with a pleasured look.

"You're looking good today Doc…" Joker compliments her. Jason glares, wanting to snap the clown's neck. He is right though, the woman had decided to wear her hair down, the shiny black locks framing her face. Her looks at her, lost in her beauty for a moment before snapping back to reality.

"Please Joker, back to subject. Now, is there anything you can remember in your life that you regret?" She asks, awaiting his answer. Joker sighs dramatically and leans back, disliking the questions.

"Does Harley count?" He says dryly.

"Joker." She scolds him, making him laugh.

"Fine, fine Doc! Ummm…. One time, I planted these bombs, in some guys house. And, I went to make a phone call. So, I picked up the phone and BEEP BEEP BEEP BOOOM! Bomb goes off. Whoever made the bomb control look like a cell phone was pretty stupid." He cackles as she writes his words in her notes.

"So, you regret killing the man?" She asks, keeping her eyes on the book.

"No! No no no no. I regret missing out on all the fun! When I made the call I was facing AWAY from the house. So, when I turned it was already blown up…no fun." He explains with a pout. The therapist sighs, and rubs her head.

"No Joker, you should regret killing that innocent man." She says with a sigh.

"Well, opinions are opinions doctor…" He chuckles darkly. The woman stands, and turns to the door.

"I'll be back, I have a message that they're dropping off a new patient. The door will be locked, so don't try it. And don't touch my bat!" She hurries out. Joker waves.

"I'll be good baby!" He calls just before she shuts and locks the door. Joker sits in his chair impatiently, swaying in little circles. Jason glares down at him, hatred swirling in his heart. That man, his murderer. He lost everything because of him. He remembers laying in pain, Joker standing above him, crowbar in hand. He still feels the pain so clearly, feels the blood trickle down from his lip. His whole body had been in pain, and all the clown did was laugh. Jason grips the vent, vengeance becoming his priority. He wants to hold back, find a better time, but he can't. He kicks the vent out, dropping to the floor. Standing up, Joker turns to look at him with a curious gaze and natural grin.

"Hello." Joker greets him like an old friend. Jason lunges at him, grabbing his jacket and thrusting him into the wall, clenching the fabric so tight his knuckles whiten.

"Don't talk to me like that Joker! I'm going to kill you!" He says with an intensity he hasn't heard from his voice before. He keeps his voice low, not wanting to attract attention. Joker stares into his eyes with no fear.

"And…..you are?" Joker asks, tilting his head with a smile, a wavy green strand of hair falling over his left eye. Jay snarls.

"You know who I am damnit! Look me in the eye and tell me you don't remember!" He burns hatred into his murderers eyes breathing heavy with adrenaline. He wants revenge.

Joker listens, his bright green eyes looking into Jason's blue ones in confusion. Jason grows frustrated, and throws him on the ground, taking out his gun.

"I'm ending this." He says, pointing it towards the Joker's head. The clown prince of crime grins.

"I may not remember ya, but I like you kid. You got spunk." He laughs, "A bit too much spunk maybe…" He trails off. Jason's eyebrows furrow, not understanding his words. He hears a click behind him, then a voice he knows all to well.

"Drop the gun unless you want your brains blown out." Says the voice of his only true love.