NEON ASYLUM

I saw him. The Joker. The so-called clown prince of crime; clown being the operative word here. His face plastered on the television, painted in white with that bloody red smile. Arrested by Gotham's finest for the murders of nearly a dozen people and some deranged plan he had hatched to bomb the Gotham Square Garden with a gas that made people laugh themselves to death.

I was terrified of him. A clown being so close to me as we processed him into Arkham Asylum. So, I did what mom tried to get me to do so long ago. I faced my fear. I locked myself in the proverbial closet with the clown themed, criminally insane, textbook narcissistic, sadistic, psychopath.

I begged for that job. Pleaded to be his court appointed therapist. Not like folks were beating down the door to work with the guy, but I wanted to, needed to... all to prove to myself that I was over that childish fear, but how was I supposed to know just how... beautiful he was?

Read Dr. Harleen Quinzel's decent into darkness in the style of The Batman (2022) film.