Jester didn't much care for the psychiatrist assigned to him in Arkham. Dr. Arron Cash was just about the most detached and emotionless man he had ever met. How could someone who obviously cares so little, know anything about helping someone?? It just seems like a psychiatrist would be more effective if they spoke to you as a friend and not some name or number on a chart. But then, when everyone thought you were the Joker, it was kind of insane to expect kindness.
Jester sits, ankles in shackles and locked onto a hoop in the floor. His arms are wrapped around his torso inside of a straight jacket. He stares blankly at Dr. Cash as the doctor scribbles notes down in his file. Well, J's file. Jester couldn't believe how thick it actually was. He's a doctor after all, so he knows it's a lot.
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Dr. Cash eventually looks up at Jester. "Good morning Mr. Joker."
Jester rolls his eyes. With his jaw still wired he moves his lips and says, "For the hundredth time, I am not the fucking Joker," he awkwardly says.
"Right, you claim you're his twin," the doctor deadpans as he taps his pen on the surface of the table. "So why the sudden change of heart? In these files you always seemed awfully proud to be the Joker."
Jester sighs, "How can I be proud to be someone I'm not? Look, I'm not doing this loopy loo shit with you today. Can you please just have someone unwire my jaw?"
"The doctor said a minimum of eight weeks. So I'm afraid it isn't time yet," Dr. Cash shakes his head.
Jester glares, "That quack also isn't taking into consideration that I heal three times faster than everybody else. I'm a doctor. I think I know when I'm healed and I'm telling you, I'm 100% healed."
"Oh yes, I almost forgot, you claim also to be a neurosergon," Dr. Cash continues to tap his pen on the desk. "But a neurosurgeon is not an orthopedist, is it? So I have to listen to the specialist here. But let's talk about how you supposedly heal three times faster. That's also a claim of the Joker's, a man who you insist isn't you."
Damnit. Jester really hated that man. He always tried to turn everything he said around on him. "I dove in the same chemicals as the Joker you moron. I'm a lot like him, but I'm not him."
The doctor just continues tapping his pen as he stares at Jester. "Then certainly you can understand the delimma that befalls the staff here at Arkham when it comes to believing that you're not the Joker."
Jester just looks at the pen tapping on the desk top, "Do you have to do that!?" Jester snaps. The doctor stops tapping his pen and sits up straighter. Jester draws in a breath and tries to calm down. "Look, just ask the doctor to x-ray my jaw. I'd like to not have to drink my meals anymore."
"I'll see what I can do," Dr. Cash says dryly. "But, in the meantime, I really need you to focus on answering my questions. It's imperative that you answer truthfully. You wouldn't want me to prescribe you the wrong series of medications, would you?"
