Hello once again, people. Sorry for keeping you waiting, sort of been busy believe it or not... -ish. Went to see the Amazing Spiderman, Oh my God it was soo cool XD

Aaaah! The new BATMAN is out! I wanna see it sooo bad! It's gonna be awesome! My brother ordered a Batman costume just to wear it to the cinema, it gonna be so funny XD

Ok, gotta calm down a bit, lol. So yeah, uh, dunno what to think of this chapter. Eh, whatever.

Disclaimer: Nothing is mine, except things you don't recognise.

ENJOY!

"He did what?" The Commissioner stood up from his desk. Harlow turned in his chair, interest showing in his eyes.

"Well, uh, he sort of went crazy… Started screaming and throwing stuff…" The guard said with a grimace.

Gordon rushed to the interrogation room with the guard and Harlow in tow.

Once they reached the room, Gordon accessed the damage. He managed to break the glass again (hopefully not with his head like last time), the chairs and table were knocked over and pushed to the sides of the confined area, and Gordon spotted red streaks on the door, presumably the Joker's blood.

"What happened?" He turned to the others in the room; he was only gone for a few minutes, how could the Joker do this, he seemed fine when he left, sure he looked a little tired but that couldn't of lead to this event.

The guards looked at each other, clearly stuck on how to answer. Instead they just shrugged their shoulders.

Gordon sighed, he peered through the glass at the Joker, who was huddled in the corner and hiding his face. He was beyond confused right now.

"Well did anything set him off?"

"Hmm, he did start… Talking to himself."

"Ha, really?" Harlow didn't even try to stop the laughter. "Even he can't say he's not crazy now." The detective looked horribly delighted.

"Harlow stop, this is serious." Gordon thought for a moment, "Go and get a doctor."

Harlow looked confused, "What?"

"A doctor, possibly from Arkham."

"Why?"

Gordon looked at him incredulity, "Because Arkham doctors specialise in psychological development."

"No, I meant, why me?"

"Just go, Harlow"

Reluctantly he left; his footsteps disappeared as he moved down the hall.

"I'm so glad that you could come at such a short notice." Gordon said, shaking Dr. Elson's hand.

"That's fine." He gave a smile. "Sometimes you just need to get out of that building; it's nice to have a break."

Gordon gave an understanding smile and began leading the way to the caged beast.

"Can I ask, why didn't you just bring him straight back to Arkham?" They stopped outside the door to the interrogation room.

"I didn't think that he was… Stable enough to move." Gordon moved to open the door. Harlow sat spinning slightly on a leather chair, a cup of coffee in his hands. He was alone; the others must have left already. Gordon had sent them home.

The Joker hadn't moved from his spot since the last time Gordon looked, this unnerved him; it was not like the Joker just to sit in one position for a long period of time and not do anything. The Commissioner placed his bet on the 'metal breakdown' the clown had, as Harlow called it.

Harlow glanced at both of them, "You gonna go in there or talk to him out here?" He said to the doctor.

"Well, from what I have been told I suppose I should go in."

Harlow's eyebrows shot up, "Really? But he's a lunatic."

The doctor scowled, "We don't call them that in Arkham. And yes, I don't think it would be a good idea talking to him when he can't see who it is talking."

"Well that would explain his reaction when we were telling him that we were gonna move him." Harlow looked thoughtful.

"Huh?" The Dr. Elson looked at the Commissioner.

"We were going to move him to a cell without one-way glass, so it would be safer but he, well, he didn't react 'normally'." He explained.

The doctor only nodded. He stared at the curled up form of the Joker, he hadn't been assigned to the clown himself, but he had heard from other employees what he had been like while he was in Arkham; usually, while he was in a session with his doctor, he would ignore them and if they hit a subject he didn't like or if he just got bored, he would just flip out; shouting, insulting him in his own 'humorous' way. Then he would be taken back to his cell. He didn't talk to other inmates or really interact with them at all; the only person he would cooperate with is Jonathan Crane. It was a tough job getting the Joker back to his cell once he saw Crane in the dinner hall and the former doctor didn't move either, probably just to wind up the staff than actually being in the clown's presence. Or maybe he was wrong; sometimes you never know what the inmates are thinking.

But seeing the Joker like this is nothing like what he read from his file or heard from others, now the Joker looked helpless, actually vulnerable. In truth, Dr. Elson didn't want to go in there; he could see the damage that the clown had done in there, and had watched the homemade video threats on the news. But it was part of his job.

Harlow got up from his seat, "Well I'm out, good luck with the crazy."

"Where are you going?" Gordon asked.

"Home, my shift ended five minutes ago." He pointed at the clock on the wall above the doorway. It showed the time being 6:35. He turned and walked out of the room without a second look.

There was a moment of silence before Gordon spoke up, "Shall we get started then, if you're sure."

"Yes, the sooner the better." Elson said, nervousness beginning to make its self known.

Gordon opened the door for the doctor, nodding to him, "I need to go and get back up ready, just in case. You go in now but I advise against it."

After watching Gordon go, Elson walked into the room, he decided that it wouldn't take long for the Commissioner to come back. He made sure that his foot steps could be heard, not wanting to startle the clown when he reached him.

When he got closer, just standing in front of the clown, he saw that he was shaking, and his breathing was shallow like he couldn't get enough air into his lungs.

"Joker?" The doctor called quietly, crouching down to his level.

The man in front of him stopped shaking completely; Elson didn't know what to make of the situation.

The clown did nothing and the silence stretched on for a while.

"Joker, can you hear me? I'm here to help you, you can talk to me." Elson tried again.

"He can't hear you, but I could be willing to participate." The 'Joker' looked up.

The doctor flinched back not expecting to see the… Thing in front of him. His eyes were red, actually red. The crimson orbs seemed to pierce right into his soul and he found it incredibly hard to look away, like looking into those eyes removed his control of moving. The horrid monster gave the doctor a smile; rows of sharp teeth were presented. Even the voice itself was the most terrifying thing he had ever heard, it sounded like what you would hear in a horror movie.

Cold, pale fingers (almost blue in colour) found their way around the doctor's neck in a death grip; Elson found that every passing second, the difficulty to breathe became stronger.

"But unluckily for you, I'm not in a good mood." He slowly stood up, pulling Elson with him. He frowned when he saw the doctor try to speak, the 'Joker' tightened his grip on the flesh, letting his rough talons pierce the skin and let the warm blood pool around his fingers and fall down the mans neck. His gaze followed the trail until they got caught on the white collar, slowly fanning out into the fabric. His eyes caught the doctors again, and he smiled, "Red is such a beautiful colour, don't you think? How 'bout we make more."

The doctor paled, why did he have to be so stupid and go in without police officer in the room.

The 'Joker' threw the man over to the other side of the room. The doctor hit the wall, his head making a sickening crack, he groaned, not being able to move, out of pain and shock. The clown stalked over, smiling all the way. The Arkham employee looked up from his face down position, he cringed at the smile, it was nothing like the Joker's, he couldn't explain it but it just looked… Different.

"This is only going to hurt for a second." Then without warning, a shoe was crushing his hand. He screamed at the pain but slowly calmed down to a whimpering mess. The monster decided that he didn't like that, so he moved onto one foot, leaving all the weight going to the doctor's hand. They both heard the sound of cracking, the bones in his hands where slowly breaking and he was screaming once more.

The weight soon left his hand, but he was picked up again by his hair, "Oh, come now. That wasn't so bad, we're only just beginning." That ghastly grin still plastered on his face.

Oh one more thing... If any of you have any idea's of what names to call, uh, the 'Joker' let me know. Could use some help on that.

Thanks, see you in the next chapter!