Psycho Therapy
Starter for @clcwnprince.
The Joker had more records than the KGB. His criminal dossier alone took her a whole night to get through, and that wasn’t even including his psych evaluations, the file of his time spent thus far at Arkham (including disciplinary reports), or even his medical records. It had taken Harleen over a week of reading before she could even begin to prepare for meeting her first patient. Her preliminary analysis was already a thick binder sitting on her supervising psychiatrist’s desk, despite Harleen’s acute awareness that it would go unread. Her supervisor didn’t do much more than sign off on the paperwork to register her hours. That didn’t matter. What mattered was that Harleen had done her homework. She repeated this to herself when the guard lead her patient in the room-- lankier than she’d expected. A shock of green hair. Gaunt features. A sturdy looking straight jacket.
She waited for him to sit before she spoke. “Hello, Mistah J. I’m Harleen, and I’m gonna be ya psychiatrist from now on.” It seemed suddenly like such an aggressive thing to say-- to state it so simply and coldly. He didn’t have a choice in the matter, and that could be an issue. The sentence was already said, though. No going back now. “How are ya doin’ today? Are ya experiencin’ any new side effects or symptoms?” A glance down at his dosage. Potential nausea, dizziness, fatigue. Weight fluctuation or changes in appetite. Harleen made a mental note to ask about his hydration. Did they keep records of his sleep patterns? Probably not, but she would check to be sure.
