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The Joker will never let them know the agony he felt and still feels knowing that the only family he ever had and cared for is gone forever. It's better to hide it all under the evil smile, cruel actions and the blissful numbness of insanity. The only thing The King of Gotham was guilty of this time is allowing himself to love. Never again. Once was more than enough.
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"Do you miss your wife Mister Joker?" the psychiatrist asks, scribbling on the notepad placed besides her coffee mug.
"No," he grins, stretching his legs, getting even more comfortable since the therapy session started half an hour ago and it's going nowhere.
"Do you miss your children?"
"No," the short answer resonates in the chamber, that evil smirk persisting on his pale face making the doctor a bit uncomfortable.
"Do you feel responsible for their deaths?" she cautiously inquires, hoping he will cooperate today. "Do you feel...guilty you couldn't save them?"
"I don't feel anything," the Clown Prince of Crime whispers. "Didn't you read the report? It's been there for a while," his voice returns to normal, apathy settling in.
"Did you love your wife Mister Joker?"
Such a maniacal laugh coming out of that sinister mouth of his; he seems amused and the woman insists:
"Can you please answer the question, Mister Joker?"
He starts humming, slowly closing his eyes.
"Did you love your children?" the questionnaire goes on, same one every week.
The Joker hums lauder, rocking his body to the faint song only he can hear.
"A couple of months ago you told me you can see your dead wife, Mister Joker. Do you still see her?"
The patient stops his little song and sighs, winking at the doctor.
"Well now, seeing dead people would make me clinically certified crazy, ain't that right?"
He takes a quick glance to the left corner of the office where the ethereal silhouette so familiar to him still lingers; always close by since you've been gone, always there to torment and remind him he's guilty of not being able to save what was his.
"That's a no then?" the psychiatrist taps her pen on the heavy oak surface, somewhat annoyed by his never-ending mind games.
"It's not my fault you guys believe everything I tell you," The Joker pouts, pretending to be saddened.
The doctor ignores the comment, going down her list.
"Can you see your children Mister Joker?"
"They burned in the fire until there was nothing left, sugar. How could I see them if there is nothing left to see?!" he lifts his shoulders up, snickering. "Ashes to ashes and dust to dust..." his eyes get darker for a moment and she didn't even notice.
