"Afternoon Jack, what the hell you doing here? I thought those morons Johnson and Stevens were assigned to take me to the interviews." Joker said, as the older guard came into his room.

"Well it would appear that a certain young lady, maybe, ever so slightly, threatened Doctor Jackson, that if Johnson and Stevens were to bring you to her interview again, she would let certain things slip about this place." Jack told Joker, chuckling slightly as he applied the cuffs to his wrists.

Joker couldn't help but smile; no one but no one liked Jackson, his methods were questionable, and his ethics even more so. The thought that his little Special Agent had got one up on the detestable doctor just ensured that he was liking the woman more and more. The one thing he didn't like though, was the idea that (Y/n) had been in a room alone with a man that had somewhat of a dubious reputation with the fairer sex; it was well known that no female nurse or patient wanted to be caught by themselves with him, there had even been allegations made against him, but as the allegations were made by a patient, they seemed to have been quickly brushed well under the carpet.

"Well, are ya gonna sit there all day, or do ya want to see this lovely lady of yours?" Jack asked, shaking Joker from his thoughts.

"Jack, will you do me a favour?" Joker asked, as the guard led him to the meeting room.

"If (Y/n) sees Jackson again, will you stay close by? I don't like the idea of her being alone with that creep." Joker said, as the pair got to the room.

"Sure, she seems like a nice girl, and I wouldn't trust Jackson even if my life depended on it." Jack reassured him, as he unlocked the door.

As the door opened to the room, Joker's eyes once again fell on the back of the woman who was studiously studying the papers on the desk.

"Ah, so nice to see you again (Y/n), I'm so glad that you didn't forget about me." Joker said smugly, dropping down into the seat across from her.

"I don't think that it is possible for me to forget about you; you do seem to make quite an impression on a person." (Y/n) told him, pulling a carton of cigarettes from her bag, and pushing them across the table to Joker.

"I promised you some perks, and as you puff on those things like they've gone out of fashion, I thought I would replenish your supplies." She said, smiling as a grin grew across Joker's face.

"Well, aren't you sweet? Not only are you beautiful and intelligent, but you're also kind; such a combination in so perfect a package is a rare commodity in this world, even rarer in the FBI I would imagine." Joker said, pulling open the carton and taking out a cigarette.

"So, I hear that you had the dubious honour of meeting our delightful Doctor Jackson. Quite a piece of work isn't he." Joker said, lighting the cigarette, his eyes scanning the woman that sat across from him, her face scrunching up slightly as she thought about what had happened the evening before.

"Er yes......... dubious is definitely the word. I think he deserves to be locked in here, more than you." (Y/n) said, breaking out into a chuckle, as Joker began to laugh.

"Creepy little motherfucker ain't he? I wouldn't trust that quack as far as I could throw him. Oh, and thank you for getting Johnson and Stevens off my case, they haven't got a spare braincell between them, and they dislike anyone that can string together a coherent sentence." Joker told her, smiling as (Y/n) seemed to flush the slightest shade of pink.

"Well, I thought that the way they handled you yesterday was a disgrace; your punishment is to be locked in here, not to be mistreated by men that have no idea about what people may have been through in their lives to get them to this point; but from what I saw, I doubt those two would care either way." (Y/n) said, catching Jokers eye as he took deep drags on his cigarette.

Even knowing what he had done, there was definitely something about this man that despite all her best efforts, drew her to him. She had read everything she could about this man, studied him for hours, yet meeting him in person was something completely different. She couldn't help but note that yesterday he was all bluff and bravado, confidence and arrogance; but today he seemed slightly softer, calmer and maybe he was showing just a hint of the little part of Arthur Fleck that was left inside him.

"So darling, where would you like to start our little interviews? The men on the train, blowing Murray's head off, which do you fancy?" Joker asked, watching (Y/n) as she pulled out a single photo and laid it on the table.

"If you don't mind, I'd like to start with Penny. I want to understand your younger life, and the role that your.... well.... your mother played in making you the man you are today. I believe that if it had not been for her actions, and her neglect, that we would probably not be here speaking today; I know that your actions cannot be blamed on her solely, but I think that your formative life is the best place to start." (Y/n) said, hoping that the idea of speaking about his traumatic youth would not upset him.

Joker picked up the photo of the woman that he had called mother. "You know, I finally have something to thank Penny Fleck for." He told (Y/n), who was looking at him with a slightly confused expression.

"You're right, Penny Fleck isn't totally to be blamed for my being in here, but if it wasn't for her, I wouldn't be talking to the most beautiful FBI agent that I have ever seen." Joker said, finding himself feeling strangely happy that the woman across from him, was blushing at his compliment. He wanted to reach out his hand and take hers, holding it tightly like he had done yesterday, but he knew that sooner or later his little agent would make the next move.

"So darling, lets begin." Joker said, inhaling the last of his current cigarette deeply, the wisps of smoke circling him as he finally exhaled.

As Joker began to tell (Y/n) about his early life, about his abuse at the hands of his mother's boyfriend, about the onset of his condition and the neglect he had had to endure, he couldn't help but notice the look of sadness on her face, and at one point she had even discretely pushed away a tear, hoping that he hadn't noticed. Why was it that none of the doctors or psychiatrists were able to understand and empathise as much as this agent from the FBI seemed to do? None of her questions were judgmental, or just asked because she was going through the motions like most of the doctors he had spoken to, every question was well thought out, well researched and studied, and he was finding himself more than freely telling her everything.

Joker glanced up at the clock at the door, taking note that there was not much time left of the interview.

"Well (Y/n) it would appear that we don't have much time left, so I believe that it is your turn to tell me something." Joker said, leaning forward over the desk as (Y/n) turned off the recorder.

"What is it you want to know?"

"To start, how long have you been a Fed, and why did you join?" Joker asked, excited that he was hopefully going to start getting to the bottom of his beautiful enigma.

"I've been an agent for six years, and I've worked for the BSU for the last four of those. And I joined the bureau because my father had been an agent before he was killed." (Y/n) told Joker, as she placed all her paperwork back into her bag.

"Killed? Killed how?" Joker asked, not sure whether that may be pushing too much.

"Yeah, he was killed in the line of duty. He was part of a big undercover operation that went wrong due to bad intelligence; he was shot and killed." (Y/n) told him, a slight look of sadness creeping across her features.

"I'm sorry." Joker told her, not really sure what else to say. It was true that he wasn't keen on the police or even the Feds in all honesty, but for some reason he was beginning to care about the woman across from him, and seeing her look sad about something he had said, wasn't what he wanted.

"What about the tats? You don't really look like the type to have the few that I saw yesterday." Joker asked, hoping to lighten the mood.

(Y/n) chuckled slightly, as she removed her jacket, rolling up her shirt sleeve to reveal the full extent of the art on her skin.

Joker's eyes widened at the workmanship on her flesh, her arm was full from wrist to shoulder with beautiful black and grey tattoos that seemed to depict ancient Egyptian gods; he was certainly no expert on the culture, but he had seen enough to recognise the animal headed deities.

"When my dad was killed, I went off the rails a little; he was my best friend and we did everything together. Even as a small child I knew I wanted to join him at the bureau; but when he died, I lost myself for a little while. I let my grades slip, got into bad company, and did some things that I'm not proud of, and I also stated getting these." (Y/n) said, pointing at the tattoos.

"My mom is an ancient history lecturer at a university, and she used to tell me all the stories about the gods when I was growing up, and I was always fascinated by them; so when someone talked me into getting my first tattoo, it seemed to be a natural choice." She said, smiling slightly as she looked over the artwork.

"You, a bad girl? I don't believe it." Joker said with a chuckle, as (Y/n) looked up at him.

"Hey! I might look all goody two shoes, but just like you I have two sides." (Y/n) said, as Joker nodded his head, knowing all too well what she meant.

"What about the scar on your throat?" Joker asked, as (Y/n)'s hand suddenly flew up to her neck.

"How did you....... How did you see?" (Y/n) asked nervously, as she pulled her collar up to cover the mark.

"You have a tendency of covering with your hand, or moving your collar like you did just now, I couldn't help but notice it. Who did it to you?" Joker asked, noticing that (Y/n) was looking slightly uncomfortable.

(Y/n) sighed heavily, as she looked at the man across from her; she knew that if she told him lie, he would somehow see through it, and it could jeopardise the rest of the interviews.

"Did you ever read about a serial killer, last year, that the press dubbed the 'Makeup Murderer'?" (Y/n) asked, as she moved uncomfortably in her seat.

Joker mussed for a moment, thinking back to anything he may have heard or read.

"Oh yeah! That guy that killed those prostitutes; they called him the Makeup Murderer cos he put different makeup on his victims, right?" Joker asked, watching as (Y/n) nodded.

"He would pick up these women, choke them out, then when they were unconscious, he would remove the makeup they had on, and replace it with stuff from the 70s, then he would basically cut their throats. Not the kind of guy you'd take home to meet your mom." (Y/n) told him, as Joker's eyes grew wider as the realisation of what had possibly happened, occurred to him.

"I was the agent that was closest to the victim's profile; we came up with a sting operation where I was put on the street's pretending to be a working girl, in hopes that he might see me and pick me up. I was out there every night for a month, freezing my ass off, waiting for the sicko to make an appearance, then one night he did. This guy came along and propositioned me, and I had to get in the car; now I had back up, but somehow this bastard got away from every car that they had watching me, it was like he knew we were on to him. Next thing I know, the world goes black, and suddenly I wake up tied to a chair, as this guy applies makeup to my face. I proceeded to give him a few home truths, about the fact he was a sick motherfucker, which he appeared to take offence to, as he punched me in the face, and I ended up on the floor. Luckily, I found that he hadn't searched me properly, as I still had my small hand gun strapped to me; as I struggled to try and get my weapon he knelt down behind me and proceeded to cut my throat, as he did I got my gun and shot him from under his chin, blowing the back of his head off. Thankfully I woke up several days later in hospital, happily alive, but with a souvenir from a serial killer." (Y/n) told a shocked Joker, pulling back her collar to reveal the full extent of the scar.

For a moment he was lost for words, he couldn't believe that she had been through all that, yet here she was, still talking to guys like him.

"Thank you." Joker said, reaching his hands across the table, and taking hers gently.

"I think that your pops would have been proud of you. To go through all that and come out still strong, you truly are one of the most amazing people I have ever met, and I've never said that to someone on your side of the law before, or anyone in fact. You're very special, Special Agent (Y/n)." Joker told her, as he leaned across the table, and kissed her on the cheek.

"Very special!"

As (Y/n) blushed, Joker chuckled softly, the familiar jangle of keys getting louder as they unlocked the door.

"Well darling, it looks like our time is up for the day. I'll see you tomorrow." Joker said, leaning down and kissing her hand.

"Until tomorrow." Joker hummed happily, as he was led away.