You drive me crazy

Therapy begins

I was stunned by his odd appearence and his smile and I understood that this was my worst case since - since ever! But I loved a challenge. "So, patient, um, 4479, I will be your psychiatrist for the upcoming months." I said and I felt like I had myself under control again.
"You? No offence ofcourse, but why did you take this job? You seem to... clean to be at an insane asylum." The Joker said giving me a little smirk.
"As a psychiatrist." I answered, thinking I'd won this conversation.
"Well ofcourse, but everyone who comes to an asylum has a problem, the question is: What is your problem, doc?" He asked me and I was about to give him an actual answer to his question when I figured I was his psychiatrist, not the other way around.
"We're getting off track." I said and straightened my skirt. "I'm supposed to give you questions, remember?"
"Oh, there's a track? Well, please, question me!" He said in a voice which I couldn't tell if he was sarcastic or serious.
"Well, first I'd like to ask you to lay down on the bed."
"Well you're fast forward" he said and made a short laugh at his own joke.
I ignored the comment and pretended as though it didn't admuse me.
"Are you comfortable?" I asked him to make sure that he could relax.
"With you? Yes. With those guys who was here before beating me up? Not really." He answered as he was used to getting hit. Poor man. I wondered if he was hurt and I couldn't help but asking. He was my patient after all.
"Did they... hurt you?" I shaked while asking, for a reason I can't explain. It felt like it was my responsibility to keep him safe, even though I'd never met him until now.
He started to pull up his shirt to relieve a bunch of scars and bruises, with some of them still bleeding. I gasped loudly and jumped back a few inches on my chair.
"Yes, I got hurt, but now it's my turn to ask; aren't you frightened of my scars? The ones in my face?" And actually, I was. It made him terrefying. You never knew if he had a friendly smile or a grin.
But I prefered not to tell him, and to go on with the therapy.
"Next question, and could you please be serious this time?" When hearing my question, The Joker seemed like he had just heard the most rediculous thing ever.
"And may I ask you this, Doc: Why so serious?" He almost spat it out and it frightened me.
"Could you please adress me by Doctor Quinzel?" I asked him, being tired of him calling me "Doc".
"Then, you could adress me as Mister J"
"Okay then "Mister J", another question; why exactly do you think you're here?" I asked him.
"Oh, I'm here for many reasons, but mostly becouse I like having free food, roof over my head and ofcourse - lovely company" He said and gave me a half crazy-half charming smile and I laughed a little, just loud enough for him to hear, but I stopped quickly as soon as I noticed that he had. I swallowed and was just about to give the next question as he spoke again;
"By the way, that's the reason that I'm in here, I effect people, I make them laugh." I shivered at the word "laugh". He said it as if it were a threat and it scared me, so I decided to "fight back" a little.
"Excuse me sir, I'm a psychiatrist, I don't think that you will be able to effect me" I said, putting my sass on for once.
"Oh, please. All it takes is one bad day to reduce the sanest man alive to lunacy. That's how far you are from where I am, just one. bad. day." He said with a sick smile that terrefied me. Was he threatening me or was this just some kind of sick joke? I paniced on the inside, but showed it just a little less on the outside.
"I-I think we're over- I mean, um, done here... G-g'bye." I said and stood out of my chair and walked out the room. I locked the door and walked away from him. I looked though the mirror-glass window as he sat and laughed at his bed.