Chapter One
All it takes is one bad day to reduce the sanest man alive to lunacy. That's how far the world is from where I am. One. Bad. Day.
As Jack sat atop his cotton stuffed mattress, memories of the past filled his head like a hot air balloon. He sat in silence as the consistent screaming and laughing of his neighboring inmates filled his ears. He sat in a comfortable silence as he dwelled on his horrific yet stimulating past.
Flashback begins
"Papa, No. Please don't hurt her." He cried out.
"Jack go to your room honey." His mother instructed.
"No mama. Get off of her." Ten-year-old jack screamed. He charged at the monster that stood before him. This was the man who he once looked up to. A man that was supposed to teach him respect and love. He was no man, only a coward in a man's body. He tugged at the back of the monster's shirt attempting to gain some form of leverage only to be swatted away like a fly.
"No please. Please stop." He continued, as tears flowed down his face. He sat in a corner cradled in fetus position slowly rocking his body back and forth. He closed his eyes the sound of his mother's screams filled his ears. Punch after punch, Kick after kick the screams only grew louder. He covered his ears and whispered a silent prayer. Jack was not a believer of the supernatural world. There was no such thing as a God; however, in this very moment he was willing to believe in anything. If only the pain would stop. He fell silent until, "HAhaHAHAhaHA" he erupted into a fit laughter. He had no idea what caused this untimely act; all he knew was there was no stopping it. The laughter continued on for what felt like eons but only lasted minutes.
"What's funny boy? "the monster questioned. There was nothing to be said only laughter. The monster grew irritant; the idea of being laughed at did not settle well with him. "I said, what's funny boy? "the monster questioned yet again. He stalked over Jack wreaking of alcohol and cigarettes. His face cold and stern.
"N-Nothing. I'm sorry" he managed to apologize.
"You're sorry? I'll show you sorry" he replied while continuously kicking Jack over and over and over again. Jack laid in silence considering this was normal to him.
Flashback ends
Jack...JACK. It's time for your appointment! Jack was interrupted by the rattling of his cell door. He watched as the cell door slid open and a nurse in her early forties stood before him. She stood at an average five foot and five inches. She was blessed with an hour glass figure considering most of her weight laid in her ass. Her dark violet locs hung just above her waist and she was dressed in an auburn colored maxi dress that hugged her body perfectly. She stood in three-inch black suede heels and was draped in a white laboratory coat. She was a magnificent shade of melanin that shined flawlessly under the fluorescent lights. She carefully shuffled over towards him with her heels clacking after her. She strapped him into a strait jacket before raising him off the bed and onto his two feet. She instructed him to lean his head back as three small blue pills made their way down his throat. She led him out of his cell and down the narrow hallway. Inmates cat called as they gradually passed by; Jack erupted into a fit of laughter causing a sense of worry to wash over the nurse... The nurse quickly picked up her pace and rushed to the conference hall. She sat Jack down and quickly exited the room leaving him in utter silence. A few seconds later, the door opened and there stood Jack's next victim. She stood at five foot and seven inches due to her three-inch transparent nude heels. She was dressed in a white blouse followed by a black pencil skirt. She was draped in a white laboratory coat with her name stitched on the front. She was an impeccable shade of white with a smile that could light up an entire galaxy. Her bleach stained curls sat perfectly atop her head. Her eyes were a deep forest green, the hue of new spring growth. She was slim and petite. She quickly entered the room with her heels clacking behind her. She took a seat before quietly rummaging through the files that laid in front of her. She adjusted her glasses and adjusted herself in her seat.
"So… Jack I-" she was rudely interrupted.
"Joker" he corrected.
"Excuse me? "she questioned.
"Joker. That's what I like to be called. Mister Jay works better. I don't go by Jack." he quickly explained.
"Your file says your name is Jack Napier. Are you saying that's incorrect? "she questioned.
"No puddin, that's correct. However, no one has called me Jack since before I was arrested and thrown in this hell hole. Mister Jay will suffice." he politely answered.
"Okay, well this needs to stay professional so I will be calling you Jack. Now, Jack would you care to explain why you are here? "she questioned once again.
"Why am I here? Well I think I'm here for no reason. They call me crazy but, I consider myself to be one hundred percent sane. "he blankly stated.
"Well, according to your file you robbed three banks, blew up a children's hospital and threw yourself into a can of toxic chemicals in an attempt to escape the batman. Am I reading this right? "she stated.
"Yes ma'am "he answered.
"So, with all the things I just listed how can you honestly say you have no reason for being here?" she questioned.
"Well, Harley I-" he was interrupted mid-sentence.
"Dr. Quinzel" she corrected, before flashing a heartwarming smile.
"Sorry puddin?" he questioned
"My name is not puddin or Harley. My name is Dr. Quinzel. If you would be respectful and address me as such. I would gradually appreciate it." she respectfully answered.
"Well your name tag says Harleen puddin. Anyway, I'm not saying that all of those actions deserve no form of consequence. I am saying that I don't need to be locked away in an insane asylum and be labeled as crazy or mentally unstable for that matter. "he explained.
"So, what do you consider the rightful form of punishment for your actions? "she questioned
"Nothing. My actions have no consequences. "he answered.
"Do you honestly believe that?" she questioned
"Yes, I do. "he answered
"So, can you tell me a little bit about your family? Maybe your dad or your mom. On your file it says both you and your mother suffered a lot of abuse at home." she stated, hoping to gain some knowledge on the topic.
"Do not talk about my mother. What else does my file says? Am I labeled as a psychopath? Mentally unstable? Rebellious? "he questioned.
"I see I hit a nerve. I'll just go and we can pick this up another time." she stated gathering her files.
"Oh no, please stay pudding. I'm in need of company. Continue to tell me what's in your file. It seems that you doctors know everything about me. So, please inform me on the type of person the Joker is. "he stated. He repositioned himself in his strait jacket as he leaned forward in his chair.
"I really have to go. I'm sorry" she replied before rising from her chair.
"I think you can stay a little while longer. You're not afraid, are you? "he questioned. He watched as her body tensed and angst washed over her. He flashed an award-winning smile. "HAhaHAHAha" he erupted into a fit of laughter. The room fell in silence before, HAhaHAhaHAHA. The laughs continued growing louder by the minute. She grabbed the vanilla colored folders from off the table, she bolted for the exit and out the door. She quickly sprinted down the narrow hallway her heels clacking behind her.
"It's alright puddin. I'll see you tomorrow. "he shouted out before erupting into another fit of laughter.
Harleen Quinzel