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As I walked down the dark halls of the asylum, the feeling of annoyance lingered in my mind. It was clear no one wanted me here, for one reason or another.

Maybe it was blatant sexism, or even the fact that I had recently graduated. But I had damn well earned my spot here, and I was willing to do anything to prove it. Even this.

And then a spot opened up. The opportunity to treat the clown prince of crime himself. No one else had ever been able to even get him to talk, and I foolishly thought I could.

I saw the window and looked. He was sitting there, straight jacket on and clearly talking to himself. His eyes were focused on the room, while he was clearly analysing the guards.

I took a deep breath and walked into the room, and his eyes were focused on me all of a sudden. Shivers ran down my spine as I sat down.

''I am doctor Quinzel. Your new psychiatrist at Arkham Asylum.'', I introduced myself politely as I was sitting down in front of him. His ash green hair was down and he was having a calculated look on his face.

''Well.. You are another one that is going to give up soon.'', he said, his voice calculated as he was clearly on the edge of losing control.

Patient is clearly out of control. Trying to hold on to the last bit he has.

As I was writing it down, he looked at me curiously. I maintained my professional demeanor, only causing his face to lose more and more control.

''Well. How does it feel to be so out of control?'', I asked professionally, ignoring his attempt to distract me. ''You seem to lose composure.''.

He looked at me in surprise, quickly trying to not show it while he thought of an answer.

Patient thinking about answers for very long, may be an indication of wanting control. Could be either lying or limiting information to keep in control.

''Well.. I still am in control. The guards here are easy to make believe they fixed me. I just have to act right, ignore the voices and feed their ego.'', he said in a controlled tone.

Patient plays with people their egos a lot. Must be raised in a household where he had to be aware of emotions or on the psychopathy spectrum. Or both.

''Were your parents emotionally available?'', I asked straight up, making him surprised once again. He was looking away again, trying to get a sense of control back. His chuckles echoed in the room.

Patient officially lost it, I think?

''What do you think?'', he chuckled in genuine amusement. ''My father was an alcoholic, never really knew him as anything else than violent. My mother, she let it all happen.''

Abusive parents that taught him a lot of violence, may be cause for concern. Resentment to mother.

''Well.. I assume you resent them, how does it show up?'', I asked curiously as I was looking at him to analyse his body language. His shoulders were tense, and his eyes got darker in nature. His glare was filled with pain.

''It doesn't.'', he insisted, almost like it was a badge of pride he was wearing. I knew what he was going through, but had to keep professional. Besides, he would use any information he had on me.

Time flew by so quickly, and I had taken a few notes. They were all so vague, but made sense to me somehow. Little did I know I had to work harder to be taken seriously.

As soon as I sat down on my messy desk in the small studio apartment, I grabbed my laptop and typed his name in.

Jack Napier. Arrested for assault at such a young age, but known to be intelligent. A dangerous combo, I thought. I wonder what crimes people didn't know about.

Jack Napier.

Patient is usually in control, and seems to have been since a young age. Intelligence is high, so that is something to be considered. He must know how to play with people their emotions. Laughs when losing control.

I sighed and continued to research, finding myself curious. He was clearly good at what he did, and hell, he didn't look bad.