Dr. Quinzel's office the next day, desk lamp on.
Harleen scribbled notes to herself in her medical journal. An open manila folder stuffed with photocopied session notes sat on her lap. She glanced down at them frequently and leafed through them. There was something she was trying to prove, but some of the session logs were more helpful than others.
Dr. Travis Hitchcock: Very agitated, argumentative. Claims conspiracy efforts of those all around him. Paranoid; Borderline personality.
Dr. Martha Omstead: Fixation on clowns. Identifies with clowns.
Dr. Michael Pithrock: Cites childhood abuse as reason for murdering. Claims grandfather was a clown.
Dr. Levi Ranathan: Obsessed with media attention, thinks self celebrity. Refers to self as Clown Prince of Crime – suggests childhood fantasies of growing up royalty exiled from some kingdom. When asked, "Joker" denied. Unwilling to talk about past.
Dr. Richard Scorzi: Seems likely sufferer from adult ADD, needs medication to regulate impulses. This issue separate from his homicidal pathology. Would be murderer even if not sufferer of ADD.
Dr. Mila Vanovitch: Seems extremely agitated, views Batman as embodiment of personal crisis. Sees Batman as punisher for all sins. Likens Batman to father. Is literal or figurative? Subject refuses to talk about "nemesis".
Dr. Janet Wilcox: Refers to self as a child figure. Needy, co-dependent. Likes to ensnare pretty women to be caretakers. Prone to violence against these mother figures. Probably seeks to re-enact childhood relationship with mother. Transference of resentment towards natural mother sets personal relationships to destruction.
Dr. Victor Yanos: Lack of detail in memory associated with chemical/substance abuse, probable cause creative disaster which formed his being. Split personality, indicated by blackouts and loss of time. Rapid mood change also suggestive of multiple personality disorder.
Harleen sighed and shook out her hand. Cramps. She hadn't written so much, so rapidly, in a long time. The last time she could remember concentrating as hard as this was in psychology classes. She almost forgot to breathe. It gave her a pounding headache.
"So what is the point?" She put a hand to her head and poked the paper with her pen. Harleen could swear she had an idea that would wrap it all up, but she couldn't get it out. She hated this. She didn't think all the doctors were right. That would be ridiculous. But she did think they were all seeing real symptoms. If she could pool all the symptoms together, she'd have a diagnosis, and then she'd know what to do with The Joker so that he wasn't…well…The Joker anymore.
Not that she wanted to change him. She wanted to improve him. Changing him wasn't the issue, it was helping him cope. Obviously he was only criminal because of a lack of coping skills. No one wanted to be a murderer. It just happened.
But she had to be careful, and that was why she was trying to come up with a thesis regarding The Joker's condition. She couldn't lie to herself: she was worried by the connection between Janet Wilcox's notes and the relationship she was trying to forge with The Joker. Transference was inevitable, but with people like The Joker, it wasn't that easy to put him on the right path and keep him from destroying the doctor-patient relationship.