Y/N's POV

I am back in Arkham. I am not in my cell though. They put me in some interrogation room. I am sitting down on a chair that's connected to the table. They told me that I was going to be meeting my psychologist. I was curious on who it would be. I then see the door open. I assume it's the psychologist. It was a woman with blonde hair.

Woman: Hello, Y/N.

She walks over to the table and sits on another chair that's on the other side of the table.

Woman: Having a lot of bad days, huh?

This girl was a little cheery. Like she actually wants to help me...

Y/N: Bad days are very common for me.

The woman writes some things down on a piece of paper.

Woman: I'm really sorry to hear that. May you tell me about yourself? Y/N L/N? About your life? What led you to becoming... "The Joker?"

I start to remember my past.

Y/N: I was adopted when I was young... the woman who I thought was my real mother allowed her boyfriend to abuse me... causing me to receive a condition that gave me uncontrollable laughter...

Woman: Oh my god... that's horrible... I'm sorry about that. No one deserves that treatment...

She writes on her piece of paper. I slightly smile, then back to a frown.

Y/N: I worked as a clown, and a comedian... didn't work out... then I saw a letter from my mom. She always wrote letters to Thomas Wayne, because she used to work for them, and she believed that Thomas was my father... but when I confronted Thomas about it... he told me the truth... that I was adopted when I was little.

The woman writes everything down.

Woman: Those are horrible... can you tell me what led to you becoming who you are today?

I remember that day...

Y/N: The day I was fired from my job... these three Wayne employees was on a subway train with me. They made fun of my laughter... and they beat me up... then out of nowhere, I snapped. I got out my gun and killed two of the three men outta self-defense... but the last one tried to get away, but all I saw was red, and I was angry... and I hunted him down and shot all the rest of the bullets at him... when I calmed down and processed everything... I ran...

Woman: What was the outcome of this?

Y/N: It got the whole city talking... people were actually defending me... then Thomas Wayne had a word about it... called me a coward... this caused a riot of everyone who wasn't rich like the Waynes.

Woman: Really...?

Y/N: My mom was taken to the hospital as well... when I learned the truth after a visit here in Arkham... I had hatred for her... and I killed her...

The woman says nothing. She just writes everything down.

Woman: Can you tell me about what happened the night where the riot happened? Where the Waynes were killed.

I start to chuckle.

Y/N: I was invited on the Murray Franklin show... I always wanted my death to make more sense than my life.

Woman: What?

Y/N: My plan was to kill myself during the show... but Murray angered, he was just like everyone else. So I killed him instead. It led to my arrest. But the riot was too strong. They found me and saved me, got me out. They gave me the spotlight. And in that moment, to me, Y/N L/N was dead... but the Joker... was born...

She writes that down and then picks up the paper.

Woman: It was nice talking to you. I'll see you tomorrow...

She started to get up.

Y/N: Wait!

She stops and looks at me...

Y/N: I... don't believe I caught your name...

Woman: Oh... my name?

She gives me a small smile.

Woman: My name... is Harleen... Harleen Quinzel...

I smile.

Y/N: I love that name... do you mind if I give you a nickname?

Harleen sits back down.

Harleen: You can call me whatever you want...

She gives me a bigger smile, which warms me.

Y/N: Can I call you... Harley...?

The End