I woke up in a dark car. My eyes feeling drowsy as if I were to blink, I'd fall straight back into a deep sleep. I wearily looked around, not having the energy to move my body from its foetal position. I feel numb, only just able to make out the feeling of a soft fabric beneath me. I saw a dim light run over my body and as I drifted my eyes up, I was able to make out a car window and the soft pitter patter of rain dripping on the glass. I looked over to the driver's seat from the back seats I was laying across only to see a dark figure who I could only assume was my sister driving frantically.
I tried telling her to slow down but my words were muffled. I tried louder; the muffle only seemed to get worse. She couldn't hear me. I soon realised I had no control over my vocal chords. I tried screaming at her for help, she heard nothing. I tried getting up but even with all my energy, I wasn't able to move my body from its curled up position. The car was swerving, hitting bumps and forcefully shacking as the engine tried to keep up with the drivers demands. I was sliding over the back seats, hitting my head on the rear left door. This went on for a good 5 minutes until suddenly, we stopped.
The car skidded to a halt, screeching like it was in pain. I nearly slid off of the seats and onto the floor if it wasn't for my knees and stiff body pushing against the front seats. During the commotion, I shut my eyes out of instinct. Before I opened them again, I could hear the driver had taken off their seat belt and had opened their door, stepping out onto the floor that seemed to be covered in gravel. When I opened my eyes again, the figure was stood outside the rear right window, looking in at me. I couldn't make out any facial details other than the shine in their eyes from the moonlight hitting them.
It had to be my sister, this is her car, I thought to myself.
Whoever it was had moved from the right window, to the left just above my head. I wasn't able to lift my head to get a better look before the car door opened and I was dragged by the underside of my arms to the cold, wet and uncomfortable stones that made a layer over the muddy ground.
My body slumped to its side, still unable to move. As I laid on the floor, I was able to get a great view of the silhouette of who I wrongly assumed was my sister. This person was wearing baggy pants and some dull looking shoes. That's not my sister at all. I can't move my head enough to see further up. I tried struggling to gain the ability to move my body until I noticed something. We were right outside some grim looking gates. Big grim looking gates. I'm no stranger to these gates. I've been here a few times but it still made me increasingly uncomfortable. The automatic flood lights turned on and as I expected, above the gates was written "Arkham Asylum".
The silhouette moved to crouch beside me. As the flood lights shined against his greasy skin, I realised who it was.
The Joker stood inches from my face, smiling proudly like a child that had just been given a puppy. His eyes gleaming excitedly as he pointed to the gates with a gloved finger.
"We're home!" He shouted gleefully.