A group of guards knocked on his cell door, "Hey, Joker! You got a new head shrink. You're going to meet her today." His eyes opened and he cracked a smile, "Oh, is she a pretty one?" He asked with a laugh. The guards ignored him, "I guess I better put on my best jacket then." He said looking down to his orange jumpsuit. His number was 91410417, he had insisted on it. Everyone knew who he was and he would be damned if the computer would only record a number next to his name. He had heard rumors of this psychologist who had wanted to get a hold of him. One who wanted to pick his brain. It was why he was still here and not out playing with the bat again. The Bat was interesting, but he wanted to meet this new player. He smiled knowing now that it was a woman all along. He wondered if it was Barbara, shaking his head at the idea. Barbara was busy with Bruce and Dick. He had pondered whether the girl was associated with the bat. The guards returned, "Here, breakfast." They opened the slot in his door and shoved the tray of spam and eggs through, covered with gravy, two slices of toast on the side and two plastic cups, one with orange juice and one with apple. He had noticed that the guards got more and more tense the longer that he stayed here, and that his meals had been getting better, at least by Arkham standards. They were nervous that he was still here, expecting him to escape at any moment. He felt like having pie tomorrow, and he knew the button to push with this guard, "Sterling. No, James. Tell your wife I said hi." He said just before picking up his tray and beginning to dig in. James ran off after the Joker said this and he laughed through the mouthfuls of food. He finished his meal, using the toast to scrape up the remains. He smiled and looked over his teeth in the mirror before going for his toothbrush and toothpaste. It would just be rude if he showed up with foul breath. He finished brushing his teeth, flossed, then brushed again. Twenty minutes later, a group of guards returned, "Ah." The Joker began, "Did you bring my nicest jacket?" He asked, "I would hate to disappoint the lady." The guards opened the door, holding out the straitjacket, expecting him to walk into it. He looked at the guards, five, only five. He scoffed but didn't want to keep the lady waiting, after all, she worked so hard to get this meeting with him. He walked into the straitjacket and waited for the guards to fasten the buckles. They led him down the halls to the room where he was meant to meet her and they laid him down on the sofa for the meeting with the psychologist. They chained his legs to the sofa then stood at the doors.