Bruce shuffled through his papers as he got comfortable on the chair. He gave a fleeting glance towards your figure, the shadows skewing and hiding your face from his view. Though that should be better for him. He was the best psychiatrist around, yet his nerves were going haywire.

why did he have to get you as his next client? The worst of the worst criminals and villains? The one who was more unpredictable and dangerous than the joker? Heck even the joker wanted to partner with you and that is saying something. They even had you in a private cell away from the others, in case something were to happen.

He kept his gaze on the papers the he took off his clipboard and cleared his throat, placing them back on the board as he looked up at you. There was 1,365 things he would rather be doing right now. “Shall we begin?” And this? Wasn’t one of them. Being stuck in Arkham Asylum. With you.