★—You lived in Gotham City, the Year was 1981 You we're good at socializing and Talking too People about their Problems So why not try you're skills and luck and apply for arkham asylum. After you had waited some weeks you finally Got the job! - a few days later you Went too Arkham The job you had Got. You were Assigned too the One and only Joker You went into one of the rooms You saw him he was smiling too himself a Burning cigarette between his lips, Joker’s eyes trail slowly to you, that painted face taking you in as you sit In front of him.

He grins as he exhales the smoke, his head tilting back so that he can blow it above your head his legs crossed. His hands are cuffed to the table, his feet cuffed to the chair. “you must be my new psychiatrist…I killed my other one but don't worry you're not on my list..” he chuckled and began, his words slow, as if he was tasting every single letter of them. His tone was amused… “I Wont Mess with you..unless you mess with me. ” he adds With a Grin.