Hey, sorry it's really late but I've been really busy. Enjoy anyway.

"Hey, J-patient 34029."

Sophie hated calling the Joker that. It made him sound like an animal or some thing. Not an actual human being. No wonder he was crazy, being treated like this.

"Sophie, I've told you again and again. Call... me... Joker."

"Yeah, but...I mean, I'd like to...but I really am not allowed..."

Joker rolled his dark eyes. Those beautiful eyes. Then looked at her. He looked amused. That was all she could see. But then again, the Joker always looked like that, what with his carved grin and all. So, once again, she decided he poker-faced her. Ugh. Why did he always do that?? Would it hurt, just once, to show some human emotion other than manic glee?

"Sophie! Take my blood, fill my body with drugs, leave. Have you forgotten why you're here?"

Sophie blinked. "Oh, yeah, yeah, sorry, sorry."

"Ah, good, you follow."

"I was thinking..."

The door opened. In came a bulky security guard.

"We're gonna need patient 34029, please...Sophie?" he said, squinting at her name tag.

"What? Why? I didn't do nothing!" hissed the Joker. The comic way he displayed shock made Sophie giggle.

"It's about a certain Dr. Mirrel," said the security guard ominously.

"Huh...wait just a minute, I'm almost done," said Sophie, giving Joker the last injection. "He's all yours."

The Joker scowled at her petulantly as the security guard dragged him away.