Nothing to Fear

The phone call

It had been a long day for Dr. Young at the Asylum, but she just felt like returning to Lacey Towers, her home, and going to bed.

She parked her car, locked it, and walked up to the apartment building. She turned the knob on the bronze door and walked in. Dr. Young just felt so exhausted after seeing several patients in the asylum.

They were draining, both emotionally and physically. Dr. Young also felt worried for her own safety. She had shown some sort of fear to Jonathon Crane, or rather The Scarecrow.

There would be no doubt the supercriminal would try to break Dr. Youngs' mind. Just like he had done to Dr. Murphy and all the other staff members that encountered The Scarecrow. Dr. Young found it very fascinating and puzzling about why he terrorizes the good people of Gotham City? Why did all of the supercriminals cause mayhem and destruction? Why did they often take hostages and kill poor, innocent people?

It was sickening! Even if they needed help and weren't in control of their actions due to insanity.

But Dr. Young had better not wonder too much about supercriminals, their motives, or even show interest.

The last person that fell for a trick like that was Dr. Harleen Quinzel. She fell for the Joker, but the question was why? It always came back to why?

Dr. Young looked to her left. It started raining and though it felt cool and natural --because mainly from Dr. Young being cooped up in her office all day, which was hot-- her body temperature felt hot and she felt a headache coming on.

Dr. Young rubbed her finger gently across her temple. "No, not now." She said.

The doctor pushed open the door and walked across the red carpet. The carpet was stained. It had been around ever since Dr. Young moved into the apartment. What was probably happening to the carpet was the result of it being so old and not being taken care of properly.

The staff probably didn't even wash it anymore!

Dr. Young was greeted by a young man with blonde hair. He had a very happy smile plastered all over his face and wore a bellhop uniform. He was trying to get Dr. Youngs' attention, but she didn't care much. She had several things on her mind and it didn't help that she was suffering from a very bad migraine as well.

"Hello, Dr. Young." He said.

Dr. Young looked at him with her green eyes. They were the color of emeralds. She knew that she had no time to stop and chat, but should at least return the hello.

"Hi." She said quickly.

After that, Dr. Young quickly walked over to the elevator. She was still holding her head while the pain worsened. It was like thousands of needles being injected into her skull as part of a sick joke!

She pushed the button and it lit up. Dr. Young stood by the elevator, but made sure to remain away far enough as well. She was back by ten feet.

Dr. Young waited patiently as she continued to think, letting her thoughts overtake her until she was in the zone.

Why where her patients the way they were? Perhaps one of the biggest mysteries throughout her entire career, who is the Joker? His skin was naturally white, just like his hair and lips. Even if he did look different, why did he have such a sadistic personality? What happened to make him a thoughtless murderer that kills on a whim just for gags?

And what about his obsession with Batman? Who is Batman?

The elevator opened up and Dr. Young walked inside. There was nobody else with her and the door had shut.