It felt awful, avoiding Jonathan like this, but it just felt too weird. Sure he was a genuinely nice guy but at the end of the day, the guy was my boss. I wasn't even sure on how old he was, but he was definitely older, yet his face still held qualities that made him seem young.

Admittedly I have never been in a relationship, so maybe that is why this new affection from Crane is making me feel uneasy. Arriving at work this morning, he greeted me at the entrance to which I politely smiled back and dashed to my office to avoid confronting him again.

After he had dropped me home the previous evening, I found it difficult to sleep. In my mind, images flashed from when I had been intoxicated by the foul substance that Jonathan had been working on. Every so often, it still felt as if bugs were crawling over my skin and I couldn't help but shiver each time the thought popped into my head. What on earth was he working on? I had a feeling it wasn't for a good purpose, the man always seemed to be hiding something yet whenever I stood in his presence he seemed to be the happiest, most calm and collected guy on the entire planet. Paranoia was definitely starting to kick in, and if I keep this up, I'll end up in this place alongside Bane and the damn Joker.

Speaking of the clown, I remembered our next session would be later on this afternoon. Could this week get any worse? I wasn't sure I could be in the company of Joker again without going completely insane this time. He was such a difficult character and frustrated me to the point where I felt like screaming at 'd probably enjoy that just a little bit too much. During our last meeting, Joker had relished in the moment of watching me squirm as he had pushed his scarred face close to mine intimidating me. I wasn't afraid to admit that he did indeed intimidate me. the clown had a way with words and the way he carried his voice and persona is enough to terrify anybody. This time, I had to make it clear that I was in charge, not him.

A shrill noise filled the office room, the telephone that I rarely use began to ring. Nobody really used those unless it was an emergency. Figuring it was indeed an emergency, I gripped the phone loosely in my hand which had begun to sweat a little. There was silence on the receiver end.

"Hello?" There were still a few more moments of silence before I heard the voice of a woman whom I hadn't really wanted to confront any time soon.

"Listen, I still remember whachyou called me yestaday, and I ain't forgiven ya for that yet."

"Good afternoon Tracey." My free hand began to massage my forehead. Speaking to her always gave me such a headache, it still amazes me how it hasn't driven her boyfriend crazy yet. She continued to aggravate my growing headache.

"Now Doctor Crane was wondering if ya were free for coffee in the next hour or so? Don't ask me why he hasn't asked ya himself." Jonathan was becoming ever-growingly persistent, and I still hadn't gotten over yesterday's fiasco down in the lab.

"Sorry Trace, I've got an appointment with a patient in 40 minutes." This was in fact true.

"Ya boyfriends gonna be upset to hear that, Doc."

"He's not my-" The call ended before I could finish my sentence and I slammed the phone back down, hurting my hand a little in the process. Jonathan and I were not a thing, we had never been a thing so it was frustrating that everyone was thinking that. Even the Joker knew about Crane's affections for me, and I still wasn't sure whether he had heard it from the guards or not. He had escaped from his cell once before, so I wouldn't be surprised if he did it again. Anyway, time to face him once again.

As I walked into the cell, I began to feel a strong impulse to turn around sharply and run the fuck out of that room. Joker was sat in the very same spot as in our previous session giving me the same intimidating stare through his dark and cold eyes. He still wore the greasepaint, and wore a smug expression upon his face.

"I knew you couldn't stay away for long, doll." He spoke quite boldly. His nature was slightly arrogant so it became apparent.

"Good afternoon, Joker." Confidently sitting opposite him, he placed his arms upon the table, leaning toward me eyeing the notebook I placed upon the table. "I thought we'd talk about something a little different, today."

"Oh, goody. I love questions." He favours sarcasm too, it seems.

"So tell me, what is your real name? Because you certainly weren't born with the name Joker." Surprisingly, I didn't flinch when he began to laugh, it almost seemed normal now.

"Ooh, you'd love to know my name wouldn't you princess. How about you tell me yours first, hmm?"

"April."

"Aprillll." The name rolled off of his tongue. I had never really liked my name, but I couldn't deny he made it sound a lot better. "A pretty name for a pretty woman." I would not give in to his flattery.

"Okay, what about the makeup, what's the deal with that?" He laughed once more.

"Simple, it intimidates people."

"And what about the-"

"The scars? Oh doll, your questions are becoming too predictable." By now he had stood up, and walked around the table. Joker was now standing right behind me, and I began to panic as he leant over me, his breath tickled my skin, the hairs on the back of my neck stood up. "Enlighten me with something else, honey." My body shivered from his words.

"Alright, what is the purpose of what you do?" He was still standing behind me, his small laughter began to make me feel uneasy. One of his hands had snaked their way to my right shoulder and gripped it tightly.

"Now that's a question I like to hear!" Joker cleared his throat before continuing. "You see, nobody panics when the expected people get killed. Nobody panics when things go according to plan, even if the plan is horrifying. If I were to tell the press that tomorrow a gangbanger will get shot, or a truckload of soldiers will get blown up, nobody panics. But when I say one little old mayor will die, everyone loses their minds."

"I-I don't underst-" Joker's hand had now gripped itself around my throat pulling me closer into him. He began to whisper in my ear.

"I ain't finished yet, dollface." I tried to pull away but his grip continued to tighten around my neck. " Introduce a little anarchy, you upset the established order, and everything becomes chaos. I am an agent of chaos. And you know the thing about chaos..it's fair." He began to nuzzle his face into my neck, why hadn't the guards noticed this yet?

"Have I told you, April Jones, that you, are very beautiful indeed." I could feel my entire body shaking as now both of his hands were wrapped around me. I should've given the case back to Jonathan sooner.

I threw my head back, smacking Joker square in the face causing him to loosen his grip on me to which I ran towards the other end of the cell and turned to face him. Blood had begun to trickle from his nose, and he seemed to be giggling through the pain. By now, the guards had noticed the commotion and all had their guns trained on the clown. One of them ran to open the cell door so that I could leave.

"You got a little fight in you, I like that." He growled towards me, still smiling. The words made me feel sick to my stomach. I felt like hitting him again, however he would definitely enjoy it too much, I had suspicions he was a bit of a sadist masochist. The cell door was now open and in rushed two guards who stood either side of Joker. Picking up my notebook, my feet could not walk me any quicker out the door before I heard the clown call out to me.

"Don't worry baby, I like it rough!"

"Shut it, clown!" one of the guards bellowed. I was left with Joker's howls of laughter ringing in my ears as I turned into the adjoining corridor. Leaning against the wall, a breath of relief escaped my lips. I could honestly say that was the most nerve-racking experience in my entire life, and that I never ever want to be in that position again. I began to hurry along to the cafeteria to get some coffee and take a very long break.