I thought I was stronger than my clients, but they proved me wrong. They were assigned to me by the Gotham Police at Arkham. They were a special case, at first I saw right through the manipulation, but now? I feel as though everything about me is theirs… I am theirs… I can find myself slipping into insanity… I find myself sneaking into Arkham in the middle of the night and finding the cell with the window front. I gaze at them intently through the glass.

“Hello, Darling…”