Lost and Found [Joker]

Chapter 5: Weakness

I was safe and sound back in my bedroom after Alexander finally dropped me off at home. I laid in my bed thinking about everything.

Will this work? Am I making the right decision? How do I even know if he's going to keep the deal? I sighed, and I looked around my room.

"I need some sleep..." I said to myself, closing my eyes; letting my head rest on my soft pillow. Darkness gradually overtook me.

Next morning...

I woke up to my alarm going off on the side of the bed. I lazily reached my hand over and pressed the snooze button, rubbing my eyes so I can see properly.

I got up, and got ready for work. After many minutes spent getting ready, I grabbed my keys and headed for work.

I walked into the Asylum, and saw Danny at his front desk. He eyed me as I walked in but I didn't say anything to him. I walked past, and kept my eyes in the direction of my office.

I turned the handle, and placed my things on the rack. There were new papers on my desk that I noticed. I picked them up, and read them.

It was all about Scarecrow. Just little new notes, that I believe the nurse wrote about his actions while on his new prescriptions. I looked up from the papers when I heard someone walk in.

"So, that's it huh?" Danny said, leaning on the wall with a pissed off expression.

"What do you mean?" I asked, acting like I didn't know what he was talking about. I clearly knew he was referring to our little 'fight'.

"You're not gonna talk to me now just because of what happened?" He waved his hand.

"Kinda... yeah." I shrugged.

"So petty."

"Well if you wouldn't have called him those names I would've been still nice towards you. Yes he may be gone, but I still won't allow that." I countered.

Danny looked away and sighed.

"Look, I know you love the guy. I don't know full details of why, or when you even fell for him but... I just don't want you to be hurt. Everyone knows how he is..."

"No. Everyone doesn't know. I'm the only one who knows the real Joker. Past the makeup, the money, guns, blood on his hands. He's a completely different man, a better one."

"Y/N--"

"I won't let you tell me otherwise... I'm sorry." I said, as I looked into his eyes.

"Fine..." He said sharply, walking out my office. As soon as he left the nurse walked in.

"The session with scarecrow is this minute Miss Y/N." She said.

"Oh, thank you... and for the papers" I have a light smile.

"No problem Doc." She smiled back, then left. Now I have to go deal with a pest.

Time skip...

"Back again?" Scarecrow asked, while being tied to the steel chair. I sat in front of him, and got my clipboard ready.

"Of course, I am your psychologist right?" I said, chuckling.

"Indeed you are my dear." He smiled, and I became very uncomfortable. I took a breath, and began the questioning.

"Says here you've been put on new meds. How are they treating you?"

"Alot of headaches really... I liked my old meds better though." He shrugged.

"Ok..." I wrote on my paper. "Have you been having suicidal thoughts or actions?" I looked up from my notes.