All characters appearing in the following narrative are fictional. Any resemblance to any real persons - either living or deceased - is entirely coincidental on the part of the Author. Unless otherwise noted all persons appearing in the narrative are written as being of the majority age of eighteen years owing to depictions of graphic sexual activity contained throughout the body of this work.
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The quartet of guards shifted nervously from foot to foot. More than a few hands drifted toward their holstered side arms. The Warden was on hand as the gurney rolled into view and even he looked a little less than comfortable with the entire situation. Good, thought The Joker as he shifted in the confining material of his straitjacket. It was always good to see that the rabble remembered their place in the cosmic joke that was life. The only person missing from this latest session appeared to be his nemesis; the Batman! The Warden appeared to be speaking with the newest intern on staff here at Arkham Asylum. Cute little thing too, he thought. All graceful curves and long limbs. A girl like that could certainly put the wind back in a man's sail.
"Hey Doc, how's tricks?" He crowed as the gurney rolled to a stop in front of the growing crowd. "If you want to check my temperature, I would be too happy to drop my pants?" The Joker dissolved into fits of hysterical laughter at the discomfort on the faces of the assembled guards and the Warden. But even through the stream of tears running down his cheeks he might have sworn that he saw the young doctor blush.
"Doctor Quinzel, this really is quite irregular! Only our most highly placed therapists have access to this patient. There might be no arguing your evident genius concerning abhorrent psychologies, but asking that we transfer the Joker into your care when you lack actual experience is unheard of!" The Warden blustered and gestured toward the gurney and the assembled asylum guards. "He is simply too unpredictable."
"Warden Sharp, I am well acquainted with the subject's history - having read his extensive file, but I think that I am more than prepared to conduct an interview with this subject. Maybe my methods will finally make some headway where every other one of your 'highly placed therapists' has failed so abysmally."
The Joker could definitely appreciate the brass of this woman! She had cowed ol' Warden Sharp into not only allowing her to interview him, but had insisted that her techniques required that all the recording equipment be shut off for the duration of their sessions. Once the guards had wheeled in the gurney she had made them loosen his restraints and allow him to recline on the patient's couch as well. Most of the staff went to great lengths to avoid having anything to do with him. To say nothing about seeing to some measure of his comfort while they were 'chatting'. She had not gone so far as to insist that his straitjacket be removed, but not being tied down to that damn gurney was a marked improvement. So far she had covered all of the basics of trying to worm her way into his head, but The Joker was not one for giving up the goods just for the asking! At least from where he was stretched out he could turn his head and appreciate the gentle swell of her breasts and, when she sat down, he had an excellent shot right up her skirt!
Doctor Quinzel rubbed her eyes and tried not to yawn with her own mounting frustrations! The Joker was proving a very tough nut to crack. Having read all material that had been accumulated she had come into this interview completely prepared for the exact run around that she was getting now. Answering questions with questions. Weaving an intricate tapestry of lies to disguise the truth. Turning all of her carefully aimed probes about his criminal enterprises into tirades against the Batman. . . It had long been hypothesized that the Joker was not insane at all. Merely so hyper-aware of his own sanity that he sought attention by reinventing himself almost on a daily basis and then lashing out at society. He really was the most fascinating specimen she had interviewed thus far. Let the other super-criminals, so called, wallow in their megalomania and delusions of grandeur, or their feelings of persecution. The Joker was going to make her reputation and career IF she could just work past his defenses and get him to open up to her. At the very least he could try to quit looking up her skirt and shamelessly ogling her tits!
