A/N: This would be the first chaptered fic I would ever write. :) The Joker gains some sort of superpowers through a mysterious tattoo appearing on his body. Shame he couldn't control them. Nothing belongs to me apart from the plot.
The Joker woke up, eyes wide and staring into the ceiling.
He was on fire. It burned his entire body, a warm glow.
yet he felt no pain. A strange, tingling sense attacked his body and latched onto his soul. Joker laughed, as his dreams flashed before his eyes.
"What the fuck is happening?!" He yells, and the guard outside quickly snaps a "Shut up!" He would have to kill him later.
He wondered idly if Batman would miss him. Of course his Bats would miss him. After all, they do complete each other.
The flames licked at his skin. 'Back off', he thought, strapped down to the abomination Arkham called a bed. The fire faltered a bit, but stayed. Joker wondered if the fire would burn through the straps on him. It did not. The straps charred slightly, but did not budge. Shame.
Joker narrowed his eyes. "This is just bizarre, even for me." He grumbled. Those goddamn restrictions was only added when he managed to sneak out at night and poked an orderly's eye out. (They really should tone down the yelling and the horrified looks.)
The fire has faded away. The dim orange glow fluttering around his hands, and went out. The tingling senses left as well. The Joker felt drained. He fell asleep, and dreamt of fire.
Bruce woke up in the middle of the night, gasping with pain. His entire body felt burnt, even if it is proven to be fine later.
He drenched himself in cold water but the burns remain vividly in his mind.
He chooses to ignore it. It went away. His sense of foreboding did not.