The Joker

3.

The days passed slowly one by one but there was no much improvement. He told me about his crimes, but there was nothing new. I knew everything from the news. I think he really tried to sugarcoat everything he had done by keeping all of that for him. He didn't say anything about his family or about his childhood but I tried not to push him because the electroshock therapy wasn't a solution neither. It was pretty clear for me that he had been traumatized as a child, but that wasn't enough for me to diagnose him. Everything was strange. For a moment I thought that he was getting better but then I remembered that he was really smart and he was trying really hard to fool me.

It had been one week since I had sent him to the electroshock room and he still didn't have that huge smile on his face and I started to think that he was upset. But it wasn't my job to care about his feelings. My job was to make him a normal man again, like he probably had been someday. It was getting really hard to think that the green haired man that was sitting in front of me was a sane person.

"J, is something wrong with you? You seem a bit off. I mean for one week straight you seemed a bit off. If something is wrong, tell me, please." I told him hoping that it would make a difference.

Without looking up at me he said "Dr., I'm stuck here. This is the worst thing that could ever happen. I am fucking tired of your questions and I am fucking bored. I want to go back to my old life."

"Joker, that's exactly the reason why we don't let you go. Your life was toxic, not only for the Gotham city, but for you too. And if you are out of Arkham you go to prison, and I don't think you'll be out of there too soon." I told him looking directly into his eyes.

"Well, even if you want it or no, I'll be out of here in no time and you'll be sorry, Dr. Quinzel." He said to me showing off his smile.

"I see that only if you blackmail me you smile again."

"Love, love, love, don't get upset, please. You know that I don't have a healthy mind. Don't get upset over something I say or do. Remember this because you'll need it later in life." He winked at me. Well now I am really sure that he's bipolar. Finally I had a diagnostic for him. But that wasn't the only thing that was wrong with him. I had to figure him out really quick. If his dog was right, in two weeks they would get him out and I can't risk it.

"Joker, I think we can start your treatment. A guard will bring you your pills and hopefully you'll get better soon."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever you say, doll face. Now I wanna go back to my cell. Goodbye Doctor!" He told me showing off his famous smile again.

"Goodbye, J!"

The guards came rushing and took him back to his cell. Rick came with me and I gave him the pills that The Joker had to take.

"Harleen, do you think he'll ever get better?" Asked Sarah who  was waiting in my office, having a cup of coffee in front of her.

"I hope so. I gave him some strong pills, but I'm not sure that he'll be good enough to leave for prison in only two weeks." I told her sighing.

Sarah knew absolutely everything about the man that came to my house and about J and his mental instability.

"You have to be careful because he's really smart and knows absolutely everything that's going on. He maybe knows about your plans and waits for the right moment to escape."

"I don't think so. If he takes his pills, there's a chance, not a big one, but there's still a chance that he could get better. If he gets better he'll leave for prison. If he leaves for prison we'll be safe. And that's the only thing that matters."

"Are you sure that he takes his pills?" She asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Absolutely." I told her with a smile on my face. The truth was that I wasn't sure that he would take them. The guards made sure that he swallowed them before leaving him alone. There were so many ways to trick the quards and I was pretty sure he knew all about those tricks. The strange thing was that I didn't really want him to leave the asylum. I got used to him and it was really difficult to let him go. But it was the best option. I couldn't live in danger. I feared my life. He was the most dangerous man alive and even though a stupid part of me was attracted to him I couldn't let myself fall for him. It was really wrong and I bet that it was what he wanted from me. I had to stay strong even though it was getting more difficult. He was a criminal with a wicked mind like everyone that lived in the asylum. I was a sane woman that had the mission to take care of them and make them normal people again.