I hope i did a good job with Jack/Joker's POV! Thanks for r+r=)
"So how are you today Joker…?" My doctor of the day asks me.
"And you are…?" I ask. The doctor rolls his eyes.
"Doctor Johnson…" He answers.
"Well Dr. Johnson how are you…?" I reply with a grin on my face.
"I asked you first Joker" He replies.
"Gees what a rude doctor… and they say I'm the one with problems" I chuckle.
"Joker please don't make this difficult," He pleads, rolling his eyes once again. He was obviously nervous, people have told him about me… time to have fun big boy!
"I'm not making anything difficult doc, you are," I said with a smirk on my face.
"I'm the one that's supposed to be asking the questions, not you," He says in a firm tone.
"Okay… I'll be fair and play along" I chuckle.
"How are you today Joker?" He huffs.
"I'm fine doc, never better" I answer.
"Well tell me a little bit about yourself… like your childhood for instance" He asks. Don't they ever get tired of asking that question?
"Why should I tell ya doc?" I ask with a serious tone.
"Because I'm your doctor I'm here to help you"
"Doc, do I seriously look like a guy with a past?" I ask back.
"Everyone has a past…" He responds.
"If I answer, then you must agree to answer any question I have back"
"That seems fair…" He says.
"Well what do you wanna know about this clown's childhood?" I ask. I had to make things easy for this doc. If I was to get out soon, then I had to behave. Soon, ALL of Gotham and I will be acquainted! Oh what joy awaits me…!
"Anything is fine by me… for example, your parents" He replies.
"Well my mother was a grand woman, poor soul… but she was a dame, beautiful beyond words. Yet daddy didn't see that" I lie… or am I?
"Why do you say that Joker…?" He asks.
"Daddy always loved the gambling world, the world were he could get drunk, high… have all the bawds he can eat" I chuckle.
"Why was your father like that?"
"Does it look like I'm a soul reader doc?" I respond.
"I mean… why do you think he was like that?" He rephrases. He was still nervous… poor soul, I almost feel sorry for him. Oh well… I'll learn to live with my sorrow!
"Grandma must have dropped him when he was a baby!" I laugh, he nervously laughs along with me.
"I'm serious Joker…" He replies.
"Who ever said I was joking doctor…?" I answer.
"Okay let's talk about your teenage years… how were they like?" He asks, changing the subject.
"Good… teenage like of course" I reply.
"What is teenage like to you…?" He asks.
"Rebel against parents, fall in love, mood swings, think you know everything" He chuckle.
"I like the way you put it all together Joker" He comments.
"I'm just a guy that's speaking the truth doc" I reply.
"Tell me when did you start this life… your life as the Joker?"
"It all started with my loving scars… do you wanna know how I got these scars?" I ask.
"Of course…" Suddenly, I spot Jim in front of my cell. He waves with a dandelion in his hand. It was time…
"One ordinary day, father comes home drunk. Mother runs into the kitchen and grabs a kitchen knife for protection. Of course, he doesn't like that… not one bit… so he walks up to her and says why so serious? Mothers too much of a weak soul to truly defend herself, so he snatches the knife from her hand and points it at her"
"And then what happened…?" He asks as he jots down notes.
"Then he points at me with the knife and says why is that boy always so serious? I bet he's not my son at all"
"I'm guessing he was the one who gave you the scars…?" He asks.
"You guessed correctly doc… now can I ask you something?"
"We agreed to that didn't we?" He replies.
"What made you want to become a doctor…?" I ask.
"The human mind has always interested me since youth"
"Really… and what made you come here at Arkham?" I ask.
"You said one question…" He snaps nervously.
"That is a part b to the question doc" He began to fidget.
"They sent me here… that's all"
"You know doc… I like ya a lot… because I'm starting to see the real you" I get up from the sofa.
"What do you mean by that…?"
"You're not here to help me doc, you're here to help yourself. Now you see I admire a man like that. What I don't like is a man that lies…" He gasps when he sees that my hands weren't tied. I take out my pocket knife from my pocket and point it at him. "Scream and you won't know what hit ya doc"
"Please don't hurt me Joker… I'll do anything you want" He pleads in fear.
"You're going to help me get out of here doc, give me your coat" Just then, Jim comes back. He opens the door to my cell.
"About time Jim…" I snap.
"Sorry boss… we had a little delay"
"Is everything ready for tomorrows steal?" I ask.
"We're more than set boss" Tie this idiot up and paint him" I order.
"Alright… here's your mask sir" He hands me a mask to cover my face.
"See ya later Jim bob" I chuckle.
Gotham city here I come… right back where I started from!
I was happy… yet I missed something. Why was my heart feeling like that?
"Jack… I'm an idiot to love a clown like ya, yet I'm happy" Her voice rang in my mind. Doll face… ugh, even dead you torment me!
You must be a sorceress 'cause you just
Did the impossible
Gained my trust don't play games it'll be dangerous