I am truly sorry for this…madness.

The Joker sat humming to himself as he waited for his psychologist. That was when he noticed a red-haired woman across from him. "Hi," he said. No answer, just a glare. He sighed

dramatically; those Marvel characters were so rude. He decided to entertain himself by throwing magazines at Spiderman. After a while this got boring and he returned his attention to the

silent woman. He noticed for the first time that her eyes were a solid black. "Hmm…that's interesting." Standing up, he walked over and stood in front of her. "Hello…?" he repeated. Still no reply.

"What's your name?" She looked up, annoyed. "I am Phoenix," she hissed. "Wow, what's with the dramatic introductions? I'm the Joker. See, nice and simple, yet it still invokes fear in the hearts of the good people of Gotham." She rolled her eyes. "You look upset," he commented cheerfully. He plopped down in the chair next to her. "Why so serious?" She groaned, "Surely the murders of the love of my life and my lifelong teacher didn't merit this…torture!" "You know you remind me of someone," he said thoughtfully. "I told you, I am…" "No, no…I know that.

I'm just trying to remember what they told me about you. Hmm…don't make her mad…blah,blah,blah; she'll disintegrate you…blah,blah,blah. Nope! Doesn't ring any bells. But I will say… your eyes look weird. And believe me, I know strange." She honestly looked like she wanted nothing more than to cause him as much pain and misery as possible. "Oh wait!" he exclaimed suddenly. "I know who you are. You're Jean Grey! I'm sort of a fan. The whole...psychotic multiple personality thing really was a source of inspiration for me."

A secretary looked up. "Jean Grey. It's your turn." She stood and walked through the door, her eye twitching faintly. She closed her eyes and breathed a sigh of relief as she entered the office. "Oh, hello Jean," a familiar voice said from behind her. She opened her eyes and turned around.

A scream of horror(and rage) echoed throughout the building. Everyone ran to see what was wrong. "I think something's wrong with Jean," Professor Xavier commented, as if he were chatting about the weather, as they picked him up. He looked at the gaping hole in the wall and sighed. "She's going to have to stop doing that."