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It didn't matter what else happened in that 24 hour period, the staff member who had to interview Joker was automatically the one having the worst day.
He was the most unstable, unpredictable, and (arguably) sadistic being to walk into the city limits of Gotham. Everyone knew it, just as well as they knew that they could be assigned as his psychologist at any moment. That moment was usually right after he killed his last one. As such, when a custodian found 's corpse stuffed in a washing machine with a pair of boxers shoved in his mouth, he was given a new victim. A victim by the name of Dr. Robert Bartholomew.
The sandy-haired gentleman was sitting across from the straitjacketed and ankle-restrained clown, collecting his papers into a neat pile. Dr. Bartholomew wiped some sweat off his brow as he glanced up at Joker, who was casually leaning on the therapy couch with his feet kicking back and forth.
The green-haired man rose an eyebrow at the other man, asking the doctor "Aren't you supposed to get nervous after I start answering questions?"
Unlike the now chuckling clown, Dr. Bartholomew was not amused by the statement, so he cleared his throat while speaking. "Mr. Joker, this is no time for teasing any one. I'm just hear to ask some questions. I'm sure you know by now how the first session goes."
Joker shook his head "Nope."
"No?"
"You have to understand, Doc. When you've been to as many 'first sessions' as I have, there's a lot of different ways they can go. Some cut right to the chase, others brush the surface, some do a bit of both. Ol' Doctor Nic did a lot of 'beating around the bush'. I really hate those kinds of people, but I felt a connection with him." Joker replied with a puppy-dog pout
became intrigued, asking "Did you really?"
"Yep. Nothing like the sound of fist meeting ribs to make you like a guy!" As Joker burst into rambunctious laughter, Dr. Bartholomew grit his teeth while writing some more notes, annoyed but keeping it in. The white-skinned man calmed down enough to speak soon after, his grin wide as a sparkle came to his eye
"You are a hoot, Doc! I usually have them yelling for me to shut up at this point, and here you are just grumbling! I think I might keep you around for a while."
Bartholomew pinched the bridge of his nose while nodding, telling Joker "I'll certainly keep coming here to help."
"Well, I think it's about that time to say goodbye. See you next week!" Joker stated upon viewing two figures standing outside the door, which opened to reveal two security guards. Each burly man took Joker to his feet and strapped him down in an upright gurney. The clown was wheeled away while loudly whistling, shaking his head to the tune with his limited movement.
Dr. Bartholomew waited until he could no longer hear the footsteps of the guards before face-planting on his desk, screaming into his arms out of frustration.
Because it is no true Batman story without at least a mention/allusion to Joker. It only took me SEVEN freaking chapters, Holy Procrastination. Oh well, at least he gets a whole chapter to himself, even if it is a short one.
So, I actually start my freshman year at college this Monday. As such, I will not be able to write/upload chapters as often as I would like.
However, I'm very excited to get the coming chapter out, so I will push myself a bit. Why? THE INMATES ARE GOING TO BE WRITING THEIR FIRST LETTERS! *squeal*
