Well here it is, Chapter 2. Quite a few Joker Blogs (love it BTW) references and an Aaron Cash cameo! See if you can find them all. As always Constructive criticism is welcome, as long as it helps the story. Im new, first story so Pls be nice. Enjoy...

Chapter 2 – Therapy Begins...

Harleen arrived at work that morning in a good mood. She prepared her notes and his profile, which she quickly re-read.

Patient Number: 4479

Name: Unknown

Hometown: Unknown (Most likely Gotham.)

Age: Unknown: (Likely 25-30)

Alias: The Joker.

Threat level: 10 (1-10)

No Psyche profiles, No DNA. She stopped.

"wow. There's not a lot of info on this guy." That was an understatement. There was nothing on him.

"Dr. Quinzel, your appointment is about to begin." The receptionist reminded her.

"Thanks, Mary." Harleen made her way to interview room 3. When she got there two guards were already outside.

"He's inside Ma'am." One said.

"Thank you..." she glanced at his name tag "...Aaron Cash."

"No problem, Ma'am. Just doing my job." Harleen entered the room. The empty room. No one was there-

"BOO!"

Harleen screamed. The two guards ran in and grabbed The Joker.

"I-Its okay, its okay." Harleen tried to breathe normally. "I-I just got a fright is all." Aaron hesitated, the nodded.

"if you say so, Ma'am." They sat The Joker down then left them. Alone. Together. He wasn't at all how she pictured. He had long sandy coloured hair, which still looked slightly green, now clean and tied into a ponytail. No make up, and she could tell he had once been a handsome man. Before he had received those terrible great gashes in the sides of his cheeks.

"Hello, my name is doc"-

"did I scare ya doc?" he interrupted. smiling, mockingly. She smiled. She tried to be nice.

"Yes, Jesus. My hearts still pounding in my chest." She said. Clutching her chest. The joker eyeballed her.

"What?" she asked.

"Ah, nothin'. I was just...expecting you to uh, Y'know say...Shut Up." He admitted.

"And why would I do that?"

"Coz that's...what most uh, people say when i open my ah, my big mouth." The clown replied. Harleen felt a tiny stab of pity from the man before her. Also on another note this was the first time she noticed his little tick. He would constantly lick his lips.

"Well, I best introduce myself, I'm Dr. Harleen Quinzel, your new psychiatrist." The joker burst into a hysterical fit of insane laughter.

"What's so funny, huh?" Harleen asked. Trying not to raise her voice. Bad move. Never. Ever. Ask the joker that question.

"Ha...Y-your name, Doc...sounds like Harlequin!" he giggled. "This must be destiny!"

"Yeah, well I don't believe in destiny." She sighed.

"Sorry, your right, your right. Lets...be...Civilized." she noted how he almost hissed the last word. He extended his hand across the table. She was hesitant to touch him. Slowly she gripped his hand.

"Ja-Joker, Joker." He corrected himself looking extremely embarrassed.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. J". She joked. He giggled.

"Ha ha...that's um, well that's pretty catchy, thanks doc." Harleen smiled.

"Well then, lets get down to business. I'm just going to fire away, Okay?" He licked his lips, smiling menacingly.

"I know, I would..." he said in a low, dark voice. Harleen was silent for a moment.

"Whats your real name?" it was a long shot. He thought for a moment.

"Eric Shawn." He smiled. Harleen was disgusted.

"...charming." she muttered.

"Why, thank you, Doc." Harleen thought for a moment.

"How did you get your scars?"

Well? What did you think? Trying to put down the jokers mannerisms on paper is a pain in the ass so any tips ate welcome. As ever pls be nice. Next chapter coming soon.