A/N: I'll keep apologizing until everything is over. I am so, so, so sorry.

"He's really quite...interesting."

Trent chuckled. "Well, he is one of our more colorful patients."

"I hope you aren't meaning that as a joke," Courtney refuted, remembering that Jeff's hair was bright green.

"If you're going to study that guy, you better learn to like jokes," Trent said, earning himself a quizzical look from Courtney. Remembering that Courtney had yet to interact with Jeff for an extended period of time, he quickly changed the subject, and along with it, the mood of their discussion. "But, really though, if you could figure out if he was really insane at the time of the murder, that would really help us out. And...I'm pretty sure it would guarantee yourself a permanent spot here at Arkham Asylum."

"Is this how you test all of your new candidates?" Courtney wondered. Never before had she heard of such an admissions test.

"Actually, you were our only applicant," Trent revealed. "Apparently, this place is much too intimidating for the normal doctor."

Courtney smiled. "I guess I have no competition then."

"I suppose you are right on that one. Even so, you are our only hope."

"Big shoes to fill," Courtney noted.

"More than you think, dear. More than you think. Shall we bring the patient in for questioning?" Trent asked.

"I'm not talking to him in his cell?"

"No. After the initial meeting, we like to speak with our patients in here," Trent explained, waving his arm around the room, the same room that he had first interviewed Courtney in. "It's a room that they aren't used to, and the doctors don't spend much time in here, either. It's a neutral territory."

"I suppose that makes sense. I wouldn't want to make him feel uncomfortable if I'm trying to figure out if he's criminally insane."

"Oh, and another thing," Trent said as he left the room to go and pick up Jeff to bring him to the room, "he will be in his jacket."

"At least you're not feeding me to the sharks just yet."

"You, Courtney, have no idea."

Courtney drummed her pen on the notepad that rested on her crossed leg. She and Jeff had sat in silence for a long time. Every question that Courtney asked had gone unanswered.

"How are you, Jeff?"

Nothing.

"Are you not in the mood to talk?"

That earned her a grunt from the green haired man.

"How did you feel after you found out you killed a coworker?"

That was the last question she asked for a while. After she said the word "killed," Jeff's eyes raised up and bored into her blue ones. Courtney felt as if her eyes were burning, almost like Jeff had laser vision. She had never seen such anger from anyone in her life.

She looked down after witnessing the anger and scribbled into her notepad.

Shows no remorse for crime. Vengeful?

Courtney was deep in thought, thinking of what to say. Her concentration broke when Jeff started swaying from side to side. He began to lightly sing:

Time has come and gone for Taker
Now is the time he has met his maker

"Excuse me?" Courtney said after hearing Jeff's little rhyme.

Jeff stopped in mid-sway, his body at almost parallel to the ground as he leaned to his left. He slowly straightened himself up in his chair and bent his chin down, closing his eyes. He took a deep breath in, and just as he was about to let it out.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!"

His eyes shot open as he screamed at the top of his lungs, struggling against his straight jacket.

Courtney flinched, covering her ears. She thought she heard a slight ripping sound, but assumed it was just a crack in Jeff's voice.

Jeff stopped screaming and returned to his peaceful swaying, but this time without singing. Courtney slowly put her hands down and leaned down to pick up her notepad that had fallen off her knee. When she resumed her original position, she jumped when she saw that Jeff was standing up, bending over the table as far as his straight jacket would allow him to, peering at the notepad.

"What'cha writin'?" he asked, clicking his tongue.

"Stuff."

"What kind of stuff?"

"Why don't you sit down like a good boy and I'll tell you," Courtney bribed. Jeff sat down at looked at her with a smile.

"I'm not a dog, you know," Jeff said a few moments after he sat down once Courtney did not meet his request. His face instantly turned back to its dark norm. "You cannot simply bark orders at me. I do not comply with orders very easily."

"Is this your sad attempt at reverse psychology? You know, that won't work on me," Courtney said, grinning at her patient.

"I would hope that it wouldn't work. Aren't you a psychologist?"

"Something like that."

"It's no wonder you're so easy to read," Jeff said.

"What do you mean?"

"You're all the same. You claim to be trying to help us, but you're just in it for your personal gain."

Courtney pursed her lips. "Do you know how much time we were given today?"

"However long you need. But I'd appreciate if you could call Trent in here. I feel the need to relieve myself."

Courtney nodded and stood up, walking over the the door and picking up the small phone that went directly to Trent's office line. "Trent? Yeah, we're done. He wouldn't talk and he says he has business to take care of, if you know what I mean...Yeah? Okay...Great, thanks." Courtney hung up the phone and walked back to Jeff. "Okay, he's on his way."

Jeff looked as if he was struggling again, but he stopped at the sound of Courtney's voice. "Thanks, dearie. You're a doll."

Courtney surveyed Jeff during the short wait for Trent. When Trent entered the room, Courtney stopped staring at the crazy man in front of her.

"Sorry, Trent, I tried but I think that's enough for--"

Courtney's jaw dropped at the sight in front of her. She finally discovered where that ripping sound was coming from.

Jeff had a knife hidden in his straight jacket. He cut it open and attacked Trent, slitting his throat on the first attempt.

Trent fell to the ground with a reverberating thud in the concrete room.

Instinctively, Courtney backed up against the wall behind her, sure that Jeff was going to round on her next.

Sure enough, he did.

"Oh, little Courtney," he said, placing the blade against her cheek. "I'm not going to hurt you...yet. But if you tell anyone...Oh, the horror...Oh, the crazy, crazy horror. Do you want to end up like him?" He slid the knife down her skin, but not making a mark or drawing blood. "I don't think you doooooooo......."