Mad Love

The next day Dr. Ray was in, and now he was going to be taking over The Joker. That was fine by me, because one, he had a way of reading me and I hated it. I was doing my daily routine on checking up on the patients when Dr. Ray ran towards me.

"I need your help. Joker won't talk to me, and he wrote this." He said, heaving. Poor old man, he was out of shape. Dr. Ray was in his mid fifties, on the husky side, and was balding. If he had a beard and a red hat, he could easily be mistaken for Santa Clause.

I looked down at the piece of paper he held up, and in red was written 'Dr. LeAnne or no one'

"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked, knowing.

"You know. We need your help. I need your help. I have been tracking him for over 15 years, and I haven't learned a thing. I need to know something, anything about him." Dr. Ray pleaded. He was the only person here that I respected, and saw as a friend.

"Fine, but I give it two days, then you can take over." I said, causing the old man to smile.

Great, what am I getting myself into?

I went down to his cell. He still didn't have a room yet. The only difference was that there were no guards around.

"I see old Santa got my note." The Joker said as I entered the room. His make up was wearing off. But he still smiled.

"Yes. So why is it that you only want to speak to me?" I asked, sitting down in front of him.

He didn't answer me.

"Well, since your not going to speak, then I'm leaving." I said, standing up.

"I think you will understand me more." He said, as if he were right behind me, then I felt a hand wrap around my waist.

Shit, he was in cuffs, chained to the table.

"I'm a master of picking locks. Among other things." He whispered, breathing on my neck.

I shivered in fear. Shit, this psycho is going to kill me. I then had to find the courage to fight back. I went to kick him, but then he flashed a knife in front of my face.

"Now, now. Play nice."

Think. what can I do? I couldn't think.

"Now, sugar, you are going to lead me to the fire escape exit. You know if you fuck up, I will kill you." He said, pushing me out of the cell.

He forced me to to unlock the door. I was shaking, and he was laughing. We then walked to the elevator, my back to his chest, a knife at my throat and a hand around my waist. He pushed the up button, then pushed me in, causing me to crash into the wall. He jumped in, quickly hitting the third floor button, in the process he noticed the camera. He then grabbed me again.

"If any of you try anything, this pretty little thing will not live." He said into the camera.

I was feeling scared, and disgusted. I hate not being able to do anything to help myself. The door rang, and opened at the third floor. He peaked out the doors, and then grabbed me again. As we were inching our way to the window , two guards appeared. But they did not draw there weapons.

"Well, it's been nice. I'll be seeing you." Joker said, as he turned me around, kissing me. He then jumped out of the window. I then felt violated. Just standing there alone.

"Are you alright Doctor?" One of the guards asked.

I nodded in reply. Why did I agree to help Dr. Ray, and speak to that maniac again?