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*~Joker~*
"What...have you done to yourself?" Dr. Young asked, as she stepped into the room.
"What? You don't like my new look?" I asked, running my fingers through my now jet black hair. "I was tired of the green hair and decided to do something a little...different. You like it?"
"I like the green hair better. It's what made you...you."
"No, it's what made the Joker...Joker." I stated. "I just wanted a change." She pulled up a chair next to my bed and took a seat, crossing her legs and sitting her clipboard down on her lap.
"Can I ask you something?" She questioned.
"Ask away."
"If you could...would you go back to being the The Clown Prince of Crime?"
"I'm not sure. Why do you ask?"
"Well...I have a hypodermic that can turn you back insane, but of course...I won't be giving it to you unless you ask." She said. I glared at her, trying to understand why she wants to turn me back into a monster. Sure, the guilt of what I had done to all those innocent people ate at me every single day, but I rather live with that guilt instead of going back to the person I used to be.
"I won't be needing that, doc." I assured her.
"If you say so, but just know...the offer still stands." She reached over and placed her hand on my thigh, biting down on her lip seductively. "But anyways...let's talk about you. You've seem to be losing some weight."
"Yeah I know. Bruce has been forcing me to eat healthy since I've been here, as if I need to lose any more weight." I chuckled. She eyed me, slowly licking her lips, as she looked down at her clipboard. For the longest time, she had been giving me looks, basically telling me that she wanted more than just to help me get better.
"So you like staying in this little set up, huh?"
"Anything is better than staying in Arkham."
"You've got a point there." She laughed. "Any more suicide attempts?"
"No. I promised that I wouldn't do that anymore." I said. Though my promises meant nothing, if I'm being honest.
We talked for almost an hour, before she got up to leave, but not before she made yet another attempt to throw herself at me. If Alex or Harley could be here to see this...that poor girl wouldn't even stand a chance. Long after she was gone, I noticed that she left the door cracked, giving me the power to leave this room and go walking around Batsy's house. Climbing out of the bed, I walked over towards the door and pushed it open, peeking around to make sure the coast was clear. I stepped out of the room, not knowing where I was exactly, but hearing voices led me exactly to where I needed to be.
