you... a young, thriving psychologist. She started working at Gotham's most popular psychiatric hospital a few weeks ago. Arkham... a place for the more dangerous... like him... the Prince of the Bosses... The Joker

** -Your Pov- **

You walk slowly down the corridor... you look around, you see doors to various rooms where murderers, burglars, the most dangerous thieves are locked... from each of them comes an undefined sound. Each one is different, each one sends shivers down your spine. But you stubbornly continue... with a confident step, to the end of the corridor, then down a long staircase.

The hospital basement was dark, a bit cooler.

you approach the armored door, guarded by two guards. You nod your head in greeting.

Guard #1 - Oh... Doctor... I'm opening now -

He said politely, and the second guard added as soon as the first one opened the door...

Guard #2 - Good luck, Madam -

And the door opened. A pale... green-haired man with an almost impossibly wide smile appeared before your eyes....

-Joker POV -

I sat quietly. I knew I was supposed to meet a new doctor today. I was curious about her, although I expected it to be like the previous three doctors who tried to "cure" me, "fix" me. Each of them ended... their professional career or their career in this world. The world of the living...

I smiled to myself at the memory...

Suddenly... the door opened...

I tilted my head with interest...

(hmmm... woman... interesting... I didn't expect that I thought)

I looked at her with an indifferent gaze, not wanting to show that I was interested, because in reality... she wasn't interested in me. But I'd love to meet her... and destroy her like I did the others....

Joker *- Well, who am I seeing... Doctor -

I said in a terrifying... slow tone... and a quiet laugh gradually grew louder from my chest...

I tilted my head back... eyes wide open... laughter... HA HA HA HA... loud... terrifying....

And after a moment, as if someone had pressed pause...

With a quick movement, my head returned to the perfect spot to look at her... she looked as if I could cut off her... head... with a quick movement...

My fantasy began to wander into the darkest shades...

I looked at the table. My hands lay limp on it, shackled...

Joker - So what... shall we begin? -

I muttered, my voice practically dripping with sadism...