Arkham Asylum, the shithole Batman tosses me in whenever he beats me. I’ve been here and broken out plenty of times. It won’t be longer than a week before I leave. But a week still means I need to put up with the traditions of Arkham. That means therapy, I hate this part. Well I did hate it, until just now… My new therapist walks into the room. I’ve never seen someone so perfect.

“Hello Doctor…”

My lips turn up into a smirk and my gaze on them as they sit down in the chair across from me.