Behind That Crooked Smile (Broken Mask and Lord Dakol)

[Lord Dakol]

"HAHAHA! Having fun yet?" The Joker inquired with a maniacal grin and deep tone of voice as Harleen and the other doctors saw that a guard was stumbling back, screaming out of his mind and holding his left eye as The Joker cackled from the safety of his cell. His tongue lashed across his scars, two on the sides of his lips, and down the middle of his lower lip. He watched as blood trickled the guard's cheek, still screaming for his life.

Turning around, the Joker's fingers tapped together as he stared aimlessly at the wall in front of him. His sandy brown unkempt hair fell to his shoulders now, and the make-up that hid his true face was nowhere to be seen. However, the scars that ran along his cheek to curve into a wicked smile, the right side was more extreme than the left. His scarred tongue lashed across his lips in order to cool down the burning inflammation of his eternal smile. He never noticed, though; it became a habit of sorts nowadays, since being around someone who was incorruptible made him so giddy.

Apparently, he was supposed to get another doctor today. Within the last week he had forced two doctors to quit and three were sent to the hospitals, all males. Well, he hoped they would at least give him a woman; something to stare that wouldn't want to make him kill someone. Then again, he would still want to kill someone!

 

[Broken Mask]

Harleen Quinzel, Fresh out of the classroom for her first day at Arkham Asylum. Trying to make a name for herself in the world of Forensic Profiling, She found something interesting about the man. Though the cackling howls from the other inmates often sent chills down her spine. They all heard the cries of the guard. Harleen watched on as the other guards scrambled to come and collect their comrade. Her patient the so called " Clown Prince" of crime had been a mystery to everyone.

No name, no id of any sort. His fingers were severely damaged by chemical burns his finger prints never would lead to correct confirmation of the man behind that grin. Harley had been assigned to him due to the fact all of the so called experts were fed up with his games and ambiguous responses. So the unthinkable happened. They sent the new Doctor in for a crack at the clown.

A Devious smile came across her lips seeing the guard crying as he was being haled off. Her platinum hair tied tightly into a bun her piercing blue eyes easily seen from behind the wire rims of her glasses. A short skirt hugged her hips a tight blouse only accentuated her feminine curves. Though with that simple grin she had. He could tell the whole world was not as it seemed for the young Dr. Quinzel. Oh no a poor soul drowned in the monotonous drone that was her schooling and life. Always analyzing the smile but never having one herself at least most of the time.

Stepping closer to his cell door the click of her heals were easily heard. An off tone to be hearing in this of all places. A clipboard in hand her arms crossed about it as she just observed him amazed yet somewhat frightened.

 

[Lord Dakol]

The Joker's finely tuned ears picked up he sharp clicking from a mile away, but didn't bother to turn until the woman was at his cell. He took a glance, sucking in his cheeks as his eyes flickered towards the young woman. He raised an eyebrow as his eyes trailed the fine curves that she had possessed, and counted it as a good day, so far. Eating, check; bathroom, check; hurting idiot guard, check; taking his vitamins... and now the gorgeous young female knocking at his door.

He looked away, his gazed returning to the wall, but his mind was still on her. "You must be the new doc, right? Don't worry, I don't bite... hard." he said with a devious smile that she could barely see.

"What can I do ya for, ma'am?" he inquired, his light Southern drawl the only indication of where he was born... he liked to think it was Kansas, but people always referred to him as a "demon from Hell", so why not?

 

[Broken Mask]

" I'm Harleen Quinzel and Yes I will be your new Therapist starting this afternoon. Though I must admit you handy work is quite an impressive." She said with a calm cool tone to her voice. Though from that sparkle in those deep blue hues of hers that wasn't the case. " I hope we can have some pleasant conversations. I do hate to see a man chained like an animal." She continued. Hinting for him to calm down a bit.

She had worked long and hard to have her chance and she was not going to let a simple thing as fear get in her way. Adjusting her glasses she kept her focus on him not wavering for a moment. She was trying to read him... Mistake number one. He could tell that she was inexperienced with someone of his caliber. This was going to make for an interesting afternoon to say the least.

She had studied video of him with his other doctors she felt as if she learned the mistakes of each one trying to find a pattern. Alas with every time she laid her eyes on him it just made her want to unravel the enigma that was him. Seeing him in person was somewhat unreal experience to her. Was it just a rookies over enthusiasm or was it the seeds of obsession?

 

[Lord Dakol]

The Clown's face lit up with cheeriness at her words, "Oooh! Sounds like a nice date, Harley. It's all right if I call you Harley, right? Of course it is, what am I thinking?" he said, his eyes on her the entire time he spoke, his tongue quickly lashing against his scars before turning around with a giddy laugh. Well, he knew what he was looking forward to, today!

Perhaps, with her obvious inexperience, the man could have some fun with her. And with the eagerness and fright that showed in her eyes, she wouldn't mind it, either!

"Well, you know what to do; call me, beep me, let me beat the life outta someone, your call," he said with a malicious chuckle, stretching as he laid back on his bed and looked at the ceiling, his eyes flickering over the young woman before his attention was now entirely focused on the ceiling.

 

[Broken Mask]

" Harley now that name I usually never hear. But I have no idea what to call you." She said with a smile. Seeing how his attention switched to an lifeless object. She just turned " I'll be back this afternoon try you best to behave... I may have a present for you or two during our next session." She wanted him to trust her and to open up and she thought a few privileges could loosen his tongue.

Her methods were highly unorthodox. As one of her superiors watched on from a level above. She looked up giving her boss a slight wink. Soon as she left eye shot of the clowns cell. Heading up to her new office to get some preparations made for their session. Her steps confident and true with every stride. Overconfident some may say, as pairs of eyes watched from the cells of the rapists and murderers that were held captive in this fortress of madness.

 

[Lord Dakol]

The Joker was intrigued by her notion of "presents", and made him grin at the ceiling. Oh so interesting...

Later that afternoon, the man had surprisingly done as he was asked; he didn't kill anybody. But, he figured that the day wasn't over yet, so he still had time to catch an appointment or two. The man was brought in, heavily bound by handcuffs and chains, and they were tightly secured to the bolted-down chair that sat on one side of the table. It was a closed room, not much space, which he could work with if need be... or he just wanted to.

The Joker waited patiently for Dr. Harley Quinzel to arrive, swaying slowly as he tapped his fingers on the metal table, not keeping any sort of rhythm, nor was the small noises he gave made any sense, either. It was as if he didn't want any type of order in his life.

 

[Broken Mask]

Later that afternoon she was hesitant about coming inside. Knowing that the room did not have any cameras but she knew well that there was panic button on the lower edge of her side of the table. She could use it at any moment to sound the alarm alerting the guards to come in and assist. Carrying a recorder and a small notepad. Wearing the same outfit as before, with the exception of one thing she wore her hair differently instead of a tight bun, it was only half up giving a slight relaxed feel to the session.

Wanting him to open up she had brought a present for now inside of her pocket. For now she wanted to know if he was keen on her kindness. Since after all this was their first session. Unlike most who had gone before her yes they had experience but few. Oh few had the true imagination to put themselves inside the mind of someone like him. She closed the door behind her leaving the guards outside for now. " Good Afternoon" She said in a slight monotone voice as she often had when it came to her professional attitude. Taking a seat across from him she sat down slowly setting the recorder on the table. " Mind if I get a few formalities taken care of?" She smiled turning on the recorder. " First session Patient number 1018273 aka " The Joker " "