Jokes on you

Chapter 1

3rd person:

Standing in the middle of her room she checked myself self out in the mirror. Doing a little twirl to observe her outfit. A sigh leaving her lips. She did by no means look bad, but her nightmare plagued nights certainly didn't do her any good. She was having trouble sleeping thanks to the nightmares. Normal they only cured every other week but for some reason they terrorised her every time she closed her eyes the past weeks or so. 

Walking to the bathroom she did her makeup quickly, making sure to hide her under eye cirkels. Even tho she defiantly wasn't a morning person, but she still awake half an hour earlier so she was sure she had time for her makeup and skincare. It wasn't because she was scared to go anywhere with put makeup. No not at all. She loved the calmness it gave her. It had become a part of her. She didn't feel like her self without it. She did her makeup natural like always, seeing as she wasn't a fan of dramatic makeup. 

Putting her hair up in a bun she used out the door with her Keyes and jacket in hand. She was going to be late if she didn't hurry. With that she jumped in her car and drove to work.

Having parked her car she ran to the door as fast as she could in her heals. Taking her id up for the guard to inspect. Answering his questions while tripping her foot up and down wanting him to hurry. Not wanting to be more late than she already where. 

Whit a last glance the guard gave her a nod and a quick 'good morning ma'am' before giving her id back. Rushing past him she muttered a quick thanks and ran inside going through security. 

Her heals clicked against the stone floor. Walking down the hall she finally arrived to her office. 

Taking a deep breath she threw her jacket on the sofa in the corner. Taking a seat at her desk. having time to do so she checked the time to see she it was 7:59.That was close. There didn't even go more than 5 seconds before the time changed to 8:00. That was really close.

She didn't have time to dwell more on that seeing as there was a knock on her door. She muttered a quick 'come in'

In came her boss Linda. Linda was a woman in her mid 60's. Her eyes cold and stern upon glancing at the girl before her.

Lilith POV:

"You have been assigned a new patient." the older woman told me. 

I didn't like the look she had one bit. No. Normally don't show much emotion. If it was because she hide her emotion or she just didn't feel anything I dot't know. Seeing as she had worked at the asylum for over 40 years it was probably the later. For some people it really changed them. I mean no sane person would not be affected of being with crazy people for their job. 

"If you have a problem against having him you shall take it up with me and we could see if there is anyone else that will take him, but I doubt anyone would take her" Rude much I thought. Let's just giv Lilith all the patient nobody wants. She has only worked here for under a year but suuuuuure of course she can handle the ones none of the well trained psychiatrist can handle.

Stoping myself from rolling my eyes I answered sweetly, well as sweetly as you can when your boss is an ass.

"Ofcourse Boss. Thank you for letting me" My teeth where clenched hard. What a pleasant woman. 

I really didn't need to come on a worse side with her. It itched in me to say something ironic but that would just do anything worse.

Whit a quick "You welcome. The files should be on your desk" she turned around and walk out. closing the door behind her. 

With her being gone I rushed to my desk to find the file. Holding my breath as I did so. As she had said it was laying on my desk. I quickly scrambled to my chair, almost falling down in my haste.i water no time and opened it quickly. My heart pounding. Seeing as no one wanted to talk with him I knew for sure he was bad. And ohhh I was right. It was non other than the clown prince him self.

It does explain why no one wanted to take him. I mean I wouldn't if I had a say in it, but I didn't have a say in it. Lucky me. Note the sarcasm.

Maybe it wasn't so bad after all. If I succeed in "curing" him, I could sure as hell get a lot of attention. The good kind od attention. Too bad he wasn't curable. Only a very small number of people in Arkham Asylum that was truly curable. It didn't help one bit that they where all locked together. Who truly thought that locking them up together helped them become sane. They only    fuelled each other craziness.

Why would a person such as I work at the asylum? Well that really is a good question. At first I thought I could and wanted to do a diffrent. What a bummer. I really believed that I could. there didn't go long after I had started y job here before I found out that I couldn't make a diffrent. 

Why I stay. well that is pretty simple. The Money. I stay for the money. It pays really good compared to a normal job. I mean it had too. How would you convince people to work here if it didn't. Not only that but it was way more exiting to work with thee criminals instead of having to sit all day and list to middleaged men cry about stupid thing, talk about how much of a bitch their ex was. I mean of course she left you, you cheated on her countless of time and think you're the victim.

Yes, the guards and the people here where scums.  That just gave me some freedom. I had tried working as a normal psychiatrist. It only lasted for a few weeks. The hungry Nasty old men was really fond of young women like her. I mean some of the people here was like that to, but there was a sense of respect her. They didn't feel entitled to have sex with her because they where paying her. No. They knew they wasn't entitled to anything here.

Glancing down at the file before me I started on my work. Firstly i had to read his file and note down important thing seeing as the clown prins first appointment with here was today and really don't wanna come unprepared.

Before diving into my work I set an alarm already knowing I would probably loose all sense of time once I started. Making sure that I had the time to gather myself before having to talk to the joker himself.

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i din't trust my legs one bit. They where weak with nerves. To say I was a bit nervous would be a heck of an understatement. 

I had to take a few deeb breaths before I opened the door with shaking hand. I knew he wasn't in there yet, the guards would have locked door if he where, but it still took a great strength of me to walk in there.

Siting down on one of the two stools I laid my notebook in front of me. In my hand I had a pen.I held it close to me knowing that in the hands of him it could become a deadly weapon, a lot of things could, even tho it wasn't in their nature. 

Deep in thoughts I hadn't notice the arrival of my patient. A cough startled me and made me jump in my seat. I darted my eyes around to finde the source for the sound. Siting on thee other chair was the green haired madman with a wide grin spread on his face.

"Didn't mean to startle you doll " His grin seemed to widen even more making him even scarier. It was strange to think about the fact that I was siting in front of one of the, if not the most, dangerous man in Gotham.

"Sorry I didn't se you there. I'm doctor Lilith Jones. I assume you have been informed of the reason you are here mist- you prefer to be called  joker or-?" the grin never leaving his mouth really scared me.

"Don't you worry darling. You can call me what ever you like. I do prefer being called joker or j, but daddy is just as fine"