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The Jokers maniacal laughter filled the room, and bounced off of every possible surface. My mind would not cooperate as I tried to compose myself and continue with my preliminary. I needed the basics: name, age, and things of that nature. If the patient thinks you know a lot about them, theyre more willing to cooperate. Of course, I had been warned that they had found nothing of the sort when they detained him the first time. According to the government archives, he was the invisible man. In all technicalities, he didnt even exist. He was the no-name. But I was prepared to change that. He couldnt be t
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The rhythmic pattern of my wedged high heels was the first thing to enter my ears, but it was the last thing on my mind. This job, everyone had warned me not to take it. Warned me not to even consider. And when I told them I had, they said their goodbyes as if they wouldnt see me again. It was just a job. Im a shrink. Thats what I do. I deal with those who are mentally tormented, abused, and even deranged. But thats all they are. Crazies, loons, people whose mind wheels dont click the way they should. But most of them are harmless. So when I got the call from Commissioner Gordon, I figured, hey, whats the worst it could be? But my out of control imagination is starting to run hog wild on me as the filth of Arkham howl at me from behind their reinforced Plexiglas cells.
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It only took a few days of asking around to confirm my suspicions. The story Joker had told about his scars had been just that; a story. Completely fabricated. I also learned of two other stories hed told about them. While most people would have been frustrated at this, I was excited. I just kept learning more about him, and thats exactly what I needed at this point. He was still the dark side of the moon to me now, but I was inching closer to changing that.
I had patients who did this sort of thing. They are extremely calculating, and they instantly ana
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After a few weeks of twice-a-week sessions with the Joker, I was starting to understand him. But, unbeknownst to me, he had already figured me out completely. He crawled right under my skin, made me think about him round the clock. I was obsessed in him; his personality, all his little querks. The licking the lips, the laughing at everything that isnt funny. All of it. I just wanted to be around him twenty-four seven. He made me feel right, somehow. Like I was among friends. Which I shouldnt have felt, since he was the patient, I was the doctor.
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You wanna know how I got these scars, dont you?
Okay then, my sweet, shaky friend, I shall tell you then.
It all started waaaaaaaaaaaay back when I was but a toddler.
There I was, frolicking around, playing, always and always smiiiiiiiiling as I did.
It didnt matter to me if someone around me got hurt, while we played games. Oh no!
Weather someone fell on their toosh Skidded some skin off or broke their NECK! I always
smiled, repeating one and the same thing: From Try, to Cry! And then one day, while playing
a friendly game of soccer with the other neighborhood kids, the ball ended up in the yard of Mr.
Jenkins. Mr. Jenkins had this nasty Pitbull named Gordon. Gordon wasnt a good dog. Last time
someone trespassed in Mr. Jenkins residence, Gordon bit them where it hurts the most
All the kids were scared, sooooooooooooo, me smiling, I hopped in the yard to get the ball. The dog
came at me, tackled me down