OOFF: Okay...now...uh...I guess I shall write more...hopefully people will read and respond to them....alrighty...btw..this is Heath Ledger's joker and it is post ....In the original comic...Joker doesn't have the scars nor the painted face. His face is permanently white as well as his lips red and hair green. This is the DK Joker who PUTS on the make-up....k? Also, Irys is going to be 18 and just out of high school, not 19 and just started college.

IFF: "I guess you could say its an obsession." Irys sat ridgedly in the most uncomfortable chair she had ever been in. "When I become a psychologist, I'll make sure the chairs are comfy" she thought to herself. The psychologist's room was a little cold and very small. Irys looked at the psychologist, who barely said a word her whole session, and realized she hadn't seen his face. It had been an hour and the whole time, he kept his clipboard in front of his face. She moved around alittle, trying to get a good glance. She looked at the clock, after realizing that the "good" doctor was intentionally trying to hid his face. "Mmhm?" he said, tapping his pencil on the clipboard. "Uh, yeah. I also think it is sort of funny that I, wanting to be a psychologist, is stuck inside this office." She shook her head and slapped her arms at her side. "Why are you here?" he said, his voice a little gruff. "I just told you!" she said, in shock. "Some psychologist."

Irys sat on her bedroom floor again, holding her box of article clippings and photos. He was being interviewed in his jail cell at Arkham. "And you killed that family of four because of that reason?" an interviewer was saying. "Listen sweet cheeks, I don't have time for this. I told you already, I killed them for the way his daughter looked at me. Disgust." "He killed because of the way a ten year old looked at him? What she suppose to do seeing a grown man dressed as a clown, robbing her home with scars on his face?" Irys sometimes wondered why she had an obsession for him. The last shot on the screen was of him looking to the left of the room, scratching his face as he talked about killing the little girl. His face was long and somewhat serious, a first for him. Irys looked down at her pictures. "Not a first!" she said aloud. She picked up a picture of The Joker doing the same pose. The article had said he killed a six year old boy. "He doesn't like killing children." she muttered, a smile creeping on her face. She was beginning to understand this crazed man. Suddenly, her father opened the door and saw her with her box. He knew their was something wrong with her and decided it was time for her to see someone.

"He thinks I am crazy or something. He won't even look at me when he talks to me. Which is rare, by the way." she had her arms crossed over her chest and a snarl on her face. Dr. Jack mumbled something. Irys raised an eyebrow and sat back, not talking for a good long minute. "Anythig else?" the Dr. finally spoke. "Nope." she simply said, staring at the ground. Silence. She kept her eyes on the ground, wondering what question he was going to throw at her next. "He must think I'm crazy. What was I thinking tell him I kept those pictures and articles of Joker!?" "You probably think I think your crazy, huh?" he said simply, a little chuckle at the end. Irys said nothing, knowing he hit the nail on the head. She heard a slam on the table and realized it was the clipboard. She didn't look up immediately. She slowly turned her gaze up and looked at the man for the first time. She gasped out loud.

The man was wearing a white overcoat and black pants. He looked very tall, even sitting in a chair. His glasses were barely on his nose and his hair was black. It was slick back with strands for bangs. His face was long and slender. He was very handsome, which was noticible, and he looked around 25 or most noticible part were two covered up scars on his cheeks. They looked like the same cuts as the Jokers but, very hidden, as if they were not ment to be seen. Dr. Jack looked at Irys curiously and smiled. He cleared his throat and Irys jumped and looked away, embaressed. "I-I'm so sorry. I-I.." she fumbled for words to explain why she stared. "It's fine. I get that a lot. See, I get a lot of kids just like you. Obsessed with this Joker character--" Irys crossed her arms, embaressed as well as annoyed. "--" So, these kids, you see, these kids would keep coming to my office for help. Well, one day, I decided to move closer to home. Actually, I am still in the process of moving but, these kids didn't like that. Not at all. So, you see, they thought I was leaving because they were crazy. Little did I know how crazy they were. Three of them came at me with a knife and cut me--" he showed her the marks. "--like this." he shrugged. "Guess they wanted something for me to remember them by." "But, those are the same scars as Joker's." Dr. Jack looked her in the eye, confused. "Really? Hadn't noticed. "

Something clicked in Irys. His voice. The way he spoke and how he said his words. It was almost like----"Ah, I see we have run out of time. Listen, I believe you are different from those other kids. You have a good head on your shoulders. Very smart and sane. Nothing to worry about. I would like to see you next week, same time as today?" Irys nodded and before she walked out the door, she looked over at Dr. Jack. "Dr. Jack?" "Hm? Yes?" he turned around, shuffling his papers. "What ever happened to those kids who did that stuff to you?" He looked at her and pushed his glasses up. "They were killed, ironically, by the man they obsessed over. The Joker." he finished his sentence and walked out the door, shutting and locking it and nodding Irys goodbye.