After I was done with my notes, I looked up when I heard the door opened. In walked my youngest patient to date, who had blue eyes and red hair while dressed in a red hoodie with a black patch with an A on it, black gloves, and a yellow scarf.
"Mr. Machin, I'm Dr. Liebermann." I said, holding out my hand to him.
He looked at me and scoffed, taking a seat while glaring at me and crossing his arms. I cleared my throat to relieve the awkward tension and turned on my recorder.
"This is Dr. Miles Liebermann. The time is 10:35 AM on September 4. The patient's name is Lonnie Alvin Machin, alias Anarky." I said.
"Who even uses recorders anymore? Jeez, this place is so out of style…" he said with a groan.
I ignored him and jumped into my first question, not wanting to debate with this teenager.
"What was your childhood like?"
"It was fine, I guess…until I found out I was adopted after my dad disappeared and my mom killed herself. I felt neglected."
"So, you decided to act out?"
"Yeah."
"Is it true that you did a series of high profile computer crimes?" I asked. "The files mentioned that you're prohibited to enter the computer lab."
"What's it to you? Of course, I did that." he said.
I shook my head, getting flashbacks from Joker's interview and how frustrating it was.
"Last question: what's your relationship with Batman?"
"Ugh, don't get me started on him. He's so annoying! He was the one who sent me to juvie, you know, but they got scared of me, so they dumped me in this damn place!"
I turned off my recorder and said, "Thank you for stopping by, Mr. Machin."
"Whatever…" he said as he left the room.
Rude much? I thought before shrugging it off.
