You drive me crazy

I want him gone

It'd been one week since my first session with "Doctor Quinzel" so that meant any minute she would walk through that door and we would begin session number two.
Any second now...
The door did open and I smiled.
She was here.
What?! I though when I saw there was no Harleen standing by that door, it was a man. An old, ugly, bearded man. He started speaking with a Russian accent:
"Patient 4479..." He said and closed the door. I interrupted him and said
"Who are you?" I have him a suspicious look and my smile faded.
"My name is Hugo strange and I am your new psychiatrist" He said, still looking down at his papers.
I bursted out in laughter.
"Look doc, I respect that you use a fake name but, Hugo Strange? Even I think that's bad, and I've heard a lot of them." I said and laughed again.
"In fact, 4479, it is not made up." He responded and gave me a annoyed look. I almost started laughing again but I held back. I cleared my throat.
"Well... doctor Strange..." I said and adjusted myself in my seat.
"Ask your questions"
Doctor "strange" ignored me and kept talking.
"I have figured you will not make any progress just by answering questions so I will try with another method..."
I grinned at him.
"What? Are you going to show me black stains on paper so I can tell you what I see? I assure you that won't work, see, I have a very, Dirty mind" I said and pretended that my whole body shivered just to make him uncomfortable, of course. When I noticed it worked I laughed, which only made him serious again.
"No," he said and cleared his throat, "Hypnosis"
I stopped laughing and gave him a suspicious look.

I was laying down on the bed with a lamp above my head, shining straight into my eyes. I blinked a couple times to make sure I wasn't gonna be blinded.
"So, are you ready to begin?" Doctor Strange asked me while taking something out of a bag, a night vision camera.
"Just a question, doc... What if I wake up, without any pants on?" I asked him.
"The hypnosis will only let you do things you would do in your full consiousness." He assured me, so apparently he didn't know me that well.
"Again, what if I wake up without pants?" I asked again with a worried voice.
He sighed and placed the camera above my head.
Finally that stupid lamp was covered.
"Now, I want you to relax..." He shut off the lamp and turned the camera on. "Close your eyes, tell me what you see" He said and put his pencil to the notepad, ready to write.
"I see... I see a roof. I'm looking up." I heard Hugo scribbling on the paper and I continued. "And I feel... like floating."
"And where do you think you are?"
He waited for my response.
"Are you in the ocean?" He asked me and I answered no.
"I'm in a... a waterbed."
"What is aroud you? Do you see any people there?"
I looked around in my "imaginary house" and figured I wasn't alone.
There was a woman beside me. What was her name?
Liz, short for Elizabeth.
"Liz..." I mumbled. I peeked at Hugo with one eye and saw he looked slightly surprised.
Success
"So what do..." he started before I interrupted him.
"I hear something... footsteps..."
I heard him taking some notes and then I opened my eyes wide full of panic.
"Her husband! He... he's coming!" I looked around the actual room, as if I was looking for something
"My pants. Where are my pants?" I saw him looking a little disgusted.
Just wait for the ending mister
"There they are... I need to get out... the window"
After a little while I sighed of relief.
"I'm on the ground, I'm safe." I said and Hugo asked another question:
"Can you see the house?"
"Yes..." I closed my eyes once again and made a concentrated face.
"Two story, red bricks... with a white door. A really beautiful garden too"
I could hear his heart beating faster and his breath changing.
"Wait, I can see the adress. It's 26, 55... Diveoff avenue." He had his mouth open. He could hardly speak that poor fella'.
"That's... my home. My adress..." He stuttered. I sat up and looked at him.
"Of course it's your house. It's your wife and your waterbed too!" I could hardly finish the sentence before he stood up and strangled me while I laughed.
"You son of a bitch!" He screamed.

And that, ladies and gentlemen, was my first and last session with Doctor Hugo Strange.

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Note from author:
I know this is basically the episode of The joker blogs but I thought I needed to add that in. I promise I will not keep up this TJB story for many more chapters, perhaps 2 or something.
Also sorry for the long-time-no-see but I have 3 stories going, 1 up ahead and school (homework, tests and classes) and I also have a family which I like to say hi to once in a while (said with slight sarcasm)

Enjoy the rest of it!

Your's truly - Buttcheeks