Impulse

The Joker was currently pacing his cell, with his hands behind his back muttering nonsense to himself. He'd been in Arkham Asylum for just over 3 months. Racking up a grand total of 4, tried and tested Doctors.

His first Doctor had only lasted a few weeks, the poor soul ended up beating the Joker to a pulp and as a result, got sacked. But who could blame him, especially since he was sitting face to face with the man who single handily killed his wife in a bomb explosion.

Then the second Doctor arrived... It only took 3 hours for him to get into a scuffle with the madman and 'accidently' fall onto a sharp object. Needless to say, he didn't live to tell the tale.

The Joker's third Doctor went insane and currently resides in their own cell at the Asylum. And finally the fourth Doctor was found laying in a murky, blood stained bath, After only being in a session with the Joker twice.

Things for the Arkham Asylum staff were not looking good.

Now finally, after weeks of suspended treatment, Doctor number 5 was about to make an appearance.

Normally the Joker would of asked some of the guards that were on his payroll to do a little digging on the newest recruit. But much to his disappointment, none of his 'employees' could find anything... Nothing at all. All he knew was that his new Doctor was a 'she' and that this woman had only just recently graduated from Gotham University, coming top in her class and majoring in psychiatry.

But apart from that, there was nothing for him really to work with. Nothing for him to use to as leverage. He came to the firm conclusion that he would have to meet the girl first, and make his own assessments.

They say if you want a job doing properly...

He was abruptly pulled out of his thoughts when he heard two sets of heavy footsteps moving closer and closer to his cell. He pivoted on the balls of his feet to turn and greet his guests, who were now standing at the entrance of his glass cage.

"Good Morning gentlemen! to what do I owe this pleasure?" The Joker said, grinning from ear to ear at the two scruffy looking guards standing at his cell door. One of which was coincidently on his Payroll.

The ever reliable and dim witted Jerry. This man had been on the Joker's payroll for years now and never once did he regret it. It was always useful having a man on the inside. He wasn't the sharpest knife in the box, but he served a purpose and made reeking havoc that little bit more fun.

The other man standing next to the Jerry however, wasn't connected with the Joker. He wasn't a very chatty but the J didn't mind... He would get a reaction out of him eventually.

"Behave Clown, it's session time." Jerry spat, slowly approaching him. The other guy, who the Joker had dubbed 'Ginger' because of his sickly bright red hair, had rushed towards him quickly, snapping cuffs around both of his wrists.

Jerry grabbed the Joker by the scruff of the neck and began to drag him towards the cell door and then suddenly started pulling him down the corridor.

"Now Jerry is that anyway to treat an old friend?" The Joker laughed.

Finally, after being pulled about like some common criminal, they reached the interview room. It was a plain, dull grey colour, with only two chairs inside with a very long table separating them both. A small window sat in the corner of the room accompanied by a low hanging lamp which had a tendency to flicker from time to time.

Laughter escaped the Jokers mouth again as he sat himself down. My, my, my, this will be fun!

Jerry secured the Joker down into his chair and causally lent into his ear. "Your new Doctor will be with you shortly... Oh Boss, you're really gunna like her."