Authors note: Yes, another Joker/OC, but with a twist. Please be forgiving, I'm new to this whole writing gig. Enjoy.
I'm not supposed to be here. Those were the words that kept running through my head constantly after being here for, what was it, 3 days, 4 days?
I'm still chained to the radiator. My wrists are raw from trying to wriggle out of my bonds, and now having time to stew over my situation my spirit just isn't in trying to escape any more. At least right now while the room is quiet save for the quiet buzzing of the lamp. After my brain is filled with his incessant cackling once again I may get a second wind. I try desperately to remember how the stories in my old comics went, if they even apply anymore in this messed up situation. Any hint of how to keep myself alive could be in those old stories.
He invaded my world first. And I thought I was helping him, helping the balance of the universe as a whole. I never imagined I would end up seemingly destroying my own life in the process. I'm a scientist, damn it. I can find my way back and make sure things are actually set right again. I never would have sent him back knowing what he had planned. I'm not even sure he knew what he had planned until the moment I got the machine working again.
The night the damned Joker fell out of the gate in my lab I should have just ran. Ran because my sanity had failed. Ran because a murderous fictional character was suddenly out of the movie and in my lab. Ran because I was a fool for messing with the experiment in the first place. Dimensional rifts are just a theory, a fools pursuit. That night I think my fear was trumped by the fact that my ego had won. My experiment had obviously been successful.
I know he did not kill me that night because he needed to get back. I never should have helped him. I thought I was righting a wrong I had caused in messing with dimensions in the first place. Get him back to his world. Get him back to his Gotham with his Batman and his Commissioner. And pray that none of the other Joker's were going to pop out of the gate when I cranked the machine up again. The last thing I needed was a Jack Nicholson look-a-like running around with my scarred friend. Well, none did. But apparently the Joker liked the time he spent with me in those two days, because as the gate opened once again, he stuck a knife in my arm and dragged me through with him. And now I'm stuck in Gotham chained to a radiator..
I hear footsteps. I keep my eyes to the floor but my head is wrenched up by the chin. His sneering face looks down at me with it's twisted grin.
"Miss me? Don't look at me like that..you should be happy to see me!"
All I could do was just stare. His face is inches from my own and I can feel the stale breath wisping down on my face.
"Say you're happy to see your puddin'"
What did he just say? My mind is reeling but I choke on the words. He suddenly grabs a handful of my hair and wrenches me up so I am nose to nose with him.
"Say it!" "I-I'm happy to see you." "Happy to see who?" "My p-puddin"
He grins once more and I'm finally dropped to the floor. My bones creaking with the effort.
Something about his words make me shudder and I'm not sure why. If I could only remember, maybe I could find out why I'm here.