The Joker And The Fool

2.(1) Doctor Diana Jane Watson

2.1

Diana felt deeply that whatever relationship she had once had with the Joker was no more. She did not mean to become impolite towards him, she sought to be more professional. There was no point in putting her reputation on the line if Joker would not come to cooperate with her. For that fact she was also not keen on putting her life on the line, as she had become very certain that he would kill her if he only wanted to. She still wanted to believe that she could not be harmed, but there were no more hopes left for her. There is nothing worse than looking into the eyes of death itself.

The guards stood throughout the hallway of the monitored block. If it were her normal schedule, Diana would not even visit the Joker that day, but Jim Gordon had personally asked her to speak with Joker more often. Just because she was the only one who really could do so. As it was an unofficial meeting, would she not request Stanley to bring them to a speaking room, besides that, she did not feel safe to be in a room with Joker without any form of separation. She was quite fond of this new method; it created a diffident difference between them.

All the guards and police officers greeted her politely that day, yet when she passed the Joker's cell, she received not a word. Which was quite abnormal for he always requested special attention from her. As she walked past, he nearly looked at her. With somewhat a sad look upon his face, either that or he was filled with rage. But Diana had learned to know him as an elegant type and so she did not feel as if he was enraged. She hoped not.

When she had been in her office for half an hour, contemplating on how she would manage the situation, staring at her office door, she found the courage to come to a decision. She wanted to keep the glass separation between them, but she felt that if there were still officers around there the Joker would never talk. And so, she sent the officers and the guards to have a break, with Stanley operating from the little watch-room.

She pulled out a chair, to seat herself on the opposite side of the Joker. Without greeting him and without any greeting from him once more. However, he seemed so very interested. He had first laid on his bed, then looked up, the sat up straight, all quite calmly but with shortly followed by one another. For a moment they both sat in silence, Diana simply looked at him as he did so at her. He realised that she expected him to start their conversation, and he did so without showing any remorse nor care for their last meetings.

"no need for courtesy anymore?" he scoffed as he watched her sit down.

"what do you mean?" she asked him.

"I am not allowed to go to a speaking room?" he asked.

"you should be happy that I am here for you Joker, it's my day off." She snarled at him.

"why, don't I feel special" he said quite sarcastically.

"as you know, speaking rooms, social activity, fresh air, they're considered privileges on this ward-" she began to explain.

'"why are they necessities for ward-E then?" he asked her, "I could use fresh air."

"well now you know it's in your own hands darling." She told him.

There fell a moment of silence. It was clear that they spoke to each other in a very different way from what they had done before. He was not sure if he liked it or not, but he was certain it was a result of his work.

"I have been thinking quite a lot of you Diana" Joker simply started, "and the more I have thought the more I cannot understand it."

"What can you not understand?" she asked him.

"Why would the board elect you to be my psychiatrist?" he asked, " I mean, I get the part where they were trying to cause some sort of perverse reaction, I'll give it to them, you're young, you're not bad looking."