03 | paranoia

(n) a feeling that one does not know the whole truth or that someone else is not being truthful

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Dear diary,

        I had my first session today and it was thrilling. My patient was the Joker and he is absolutely Marvellous. He has this way with his words and it left me speechless most of the time. How can someone so clever turn out to be a murderer, a serial-killer? He could do extraordinary things if he was good.

        And so, I have made up my mind to cure him and take him seriously. He was simply fascinating and I can't wait for his answers to my questions tomorrow. I will be having two hour sessions with him from tomorrow.

I closed my diary and sighed, placing the tips of my fingers on the bridge of my nose. I did some neck exercises and opened my eyes, resting my head on the chair and looked above at the ceiling.

I frowned.

The ceiling was green in colour and the last time I checked, it was plain white. I stood up from my chair and looked closely at the ceiling. I walked out of my room to go to the kitchen to grab myself some water and I stopped mid-way when I realised that all the ceilings in my apartment were green. A bright green.

Something is wrong.

I definitely remember my ceiling being white.

Did I come inside the wrong apartment?

I looked around and saw all my belongings scattered around. Just as usual.

I immediately became terrified. I stood rooted to the spot, not knowing what to do.

Maybe I am just confusing myself.

Maybe they were green all the time.

I decided to go to sleep and end this weird day. Laying down on my bed, I felt something hit my head through my pillow and I frowned, lifting up my head. I took my pillow and digged my hands inside them. I dug out a letter from it and my hands trembled. It was green.

Dear Dr. Harleen Quinzel,

      Hope you love your new ceiling colour so that you get reminded of my hair colour everyday. Have a good night.

Yours faithfully,
Mr. J

My breath stuck in my throat and I suddenly felt weak and vulnerable. I grabbed my covers and put them over myself, throwing the green envelope far away like as if it was a vile thing.

Joker.

His hair is green colour.

It doesn't take a genious to figure it out.

How did he put this letter here?

He is in Arkham Asylum.

Did he break out or something?

What am I going to do?

A million thoughts circled through my head and I couldn't sleep a wink that night.

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"How?" I asked, bursting through once the glass door opened and he sat up from his bed, shirtless again. He rolled his neck slowly and took his own sweet time to answer me.

I stood in the middle of the cell.

I hardly slept last night and I was terrified of what he was capable of doing.

He stood up, smiling at me, widening his arms and took small steps towards me. Coming right infront of me, he bent his head down so that his eyes were the same level as mine.

He studied me and I didn't move an inch.

I was angry.

He gave me a sinister smile.

"Don't be afraid." He whispered, his cold breath falling on my lips.

He was too close and I felt uncomfortable.

"Eyes are the windows to your soul." He said and started walking around me. "Your eyes show fear Dr. Harleen Quinzel." He said my full name and I could hear the sensual tone underlying it.

It made me gulp but I still didn't back down. He came right infront of me again.

"Tell me how you did it." I said.

"If I tell, what would you do?" He asked, leaning towards me. "Mm?" He pushed me and I remained silent.

"I won't tell the security if that's what you are afraid of." I replied.

His laughter echoed throughout the room and he stopped abruptly to look at me dead serious in the eyes.

"I have my men to do it for me." He whispered and then brought a finger to my lips, placing it across them and he mouthed, 'shush'.

His finger was cold and it sent shivers down my spine at the contact. He slid my finger across my lips and tilted my chin up.

"Beautiful." He muttered under his breath. His eyes looking closely at me and I backed away from his haunting touch.

He raised his head and looked at me.

I took another step back.

"Sit down on the chair." I said.

"Oh. My legs hurt from sitting all day. Can we stand?" He asked, almost pouting his lips to give me a pleading look but it only made him look scarier.

He was tap dancing on my last nerve.

"Will you tell me something about your past life in all honesty if I agree to stand?" I asked, folding my arms across my chest, because I could feel him staring there.

He started walking backwards and leant against the table.

"What makes you think I will tell the truth?" He asked teasingly.

Suddenly an idea popped in my mind. He seems to be attracted to me. He called me beautiful and his cold blue eyes are always lingering somewhere else other than my eyes.

Maybe I could use this attraction he has towards me to my advantage.

"Hm." I said, walking towards him slowly and stopping right infront of him. "Am I beautiful?" I asked and I could see him being taken aback at my sudden confidence and question.

His eyes were studying me again, trying to read what I was trying to do and I hardened my face to not leak out any emotion.

"If I could give you one thing in life, I would give you the ability to see yourself, through my eyes." He paused. "Only then would you realise how beautiful you are to me." He said and my breath hitched. I could feel the sensual and erotic tone lying in it and my spine stiffened.

He is very good at charming people with his words.

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