Agent of Chaos: Joker part 8 Part 8
It wasnt difficult to get out of that final door. With no one guarding it, we could just slip out. We walked about halfway into the foyer of Arkham, when Joker stopped, pulling on my hand to make me do the same.
What? I said, turning to him. We need to get outta here before more guards show up.
I know, he said, turning toward the offices. Ive just had an epiphany.
He walked into the
Agent of Chaos: Joker part 6 Part 6
Our next few sessions, I brought a stereo with me because music always helps most of my patients, and I thought, hey, what the hell. It couldnt hurt. I played tranquil things, which the Joker found very amusing. I told him not to laugh at me, but he continued doing so for quite some time. After a while, he stopped finding it funny, and just let me do my work. I swear, this guy enjoys pissing me off. Who am I kidding? Hes the Joker. He enjoys pissing everybody off. I played various things: Mozart, a piano duet called Ferrante and Teicher, some random symphonies whose name I dont know, etc. Sometimes it even
Agent of Chaos: Joker, part 5 Part 5
When Im angry, I go to the gym. Physical labor always makes me feel better. I have no idea why. But it does. So, naturally, I spent a good three hours there after my disaster session with Daniel Pax and the Joker.
My blonde hair pulled into a tight ponytail, I ran at least two miles on the indoor track, then headed to the gymnastics area. Ive always been good at it. When I was little, I was an elite gymnast, the girl who had every blue ribbon plastered to her wall, quickly followed by champions troph
Agent of Chaos: Joker part 4 Part 4
After a few weeks of twice-a-week sessions with the Joker, I was starting to understand him. But, unbeknownst to me, he had already figured me out completely. He crawled right under my skin, made me think about him round the clock. I was obsessed in him; his personality, all his little querks. The licking the lips, the laughing at everything that isnt funny. All of it. I just wanted to be around him twenty-four seven. He made me feel right, somehow. Like I was among friends. Which I shouldnt have felt, since he was the patient, I was the doctor.
Agent of Chaos: Joker part 3 Part 3
It only took a few days of asking around to confirm my suspicions. The story Joker had told about his scars had been just that; a story. Completely fabricated. I also learned of two other stories hed told about them. While most people would have been frustrated at this, I was excited. I just kept learning more about him, and thats exactly what I needed at this point. He was still the dark side of the moon to me now, but I was inching closer to changing that.
I had patients who did this sort of thing. They are extremely calculating, and they instantly ana