His eyes slowly opened but quickly closed again. Once again they decided to blind him with the brightest fucking light they can find. But this time it was hanging over his head. Once his vision returned he looked around. A few nurses surrounded him. He saw Scarecrow in the back near a table, getting things ready. Ready for what? He tried to get up or move but he was strapped down. His wrists and ankles. He tried to wriggle free some more but a security guard held him down and in the state he was in, it wasn't hard to make him in-movable.
He decided to talk hoping his voice didn't give off how uneasy he was getting. "Scarecrow! What are you doing over there? Playing with your toys? Hehehehe. Your always playing with something, hahahaha-" Suddenly got cut off by a punch to the face by the security guard next to him. He saw stars and he swore his nose could start bleeding. "Now that wasn't very nice. Next time you want to punch me, go for the gut and save this handsome face some injury." Suddenly Scarecrow came over and attached an IV to Jokers arm and got real close to his face.
"Shut it clown. Your going to experience nightmares you only wish were in your head. I've created a new form of my fear gas. More refined. It will seep into your brain. There it will bring out your most horrible memories. Every memory you have been trying to repress will come back to haunt you." They were both silent for a moment. Reading each other or trying to. Scarecrow raised his hand as a signal. The nurses turned a switch and a greenish liquid wenT thru the tube to Jokers blood stream. Joker watched in morbid fascination. What would happen now? Would it even affect him? There were a lot of drugs in Arkham that didn't affect him in the slightest. Maybe that's why there turning to scarecrow for help
This stuff worked fast. Joker was already seeing memories from when he was barely 4 years old. He took a deep breath, trying to keep himself and his memories under control. His eyes widened in a drugged stare. The refined gas fully taking effect as the entire room is replaced with his old living room from his parents house. The shag rug is stained with various bodily fluids and alcoholic beverages. He became the scared 4 years old. He closed his eyes tightly, trying to gain control of himself but every time he opened them it was the same. He was standing at the top of the rickety stairs that lead to the living room.
He heard yelling. Screaming would be more like it as he started to slowly walk down the stairs to find out why his father was so angry. As he waked closer, he heard his mother crying, loud cries of anguish. As if somebody hurt her. In the back of his hallucinated mind he knew, this was the night he got his scars.
Scarecrow took the mask off and signaled everyone to step back. They watched with fear and anticipation as he walked closer. He spoke mockingly softly into the Jokers face."Poor little clown." Taking in how wide his eyes have gotten. His pale his skin has gotten, how sweaty it has become. He smiled with a child like glee. The one person in the world he never could scare is now powerless under his refined fear gas.
He brought out a small notebook from his pocket along with a pen and started to ask questions. "Do you see anything?" Joker spoke in a quiet, fearful voice. Nothing like him at all. "Y-Yes." "What do you see?" "My f-f-father." Crane scribbled down every word. This was a chance he could never have again. From a human standpoint, this was horrifying, Torturous even. From a scientist standpoint,It was a miracle and vital and a chance that could soon be gone. "Tell me more." Thou Joker didn't speak that time but Crane knew he had heard him.
In Jokers mind, he was Jack again. Hesitantly he came around the stairs and slowly started walking toward the kitchen. There the yelling got louder and louder til he had to put his little hands over top of his ears to keep them from hurting. He finally got to the kitchen and starred in horror as his father beat his mother to a bloody, unrecognizable pulp. Jokers hands tightened into a white knuckle grip on the arm rest his arms were strapped to. Crane took note. He took note of every single thing that was currently happening.
Back in Jokers mind, his father has now seen him. He noticed his mother was silent but alive. He spoke, unable to stand the powerful silence. His small 4 year old voice cracking and tears falling. "W-what a-are you doing to mommy?" His father just growled in anger and spoke loudly once more. His words slurring slightly. "I work fucking hard for this family! And what do I come home to! Your mother, fucking another guy!" His arms flailed. It would have been slightly comical.
"Now I could have let that slide if there was some fucking appreciation around here! I work hard for you two to be happy and i don't see it." His voice lowered to a near whisper chilling little Jack to the bone. Soon as he saw his dad pull a sharp paring knife out form the draw he ran. If he were smarter he would have ran out his front door but he was 4. He just knew he had to get away. To anywhere. Away from him. He got to his room and locked the door as we cut to Joker on the strapped seat. Speaking somewhat fast and out of his control.
"He has a knife. I ran to my room and as soon as I heard my door lock, I heard my moms screaming." Crane was giddy inside. He saw tears. REAL tears falling down the Jokers face. His breathing was erratic. Seems his body is reacting as if he were actually there, quiet interesting. He looked to the vitals they had hooked up. His heart is at an elevated state but not abnormal given the situation he is in. his breathing is erratic but normal.
Back in his nightmare, he put all he could against the door to keep his homicidal father from coming inside thou it wasn't much. Mostly stuffed animals and heavy toys. He managed to push his toy box in front of it but by that time it was too late and his father was pounding on the door. Having been smarter for his age he remembered to lock it as well but it proved no challenge to his drunken father. "Jack! How dare you lock your father out of your room! You thought you could hide!"
He saw Jack going to attempt to hide in closest but he quickly caught him by his ankle, purposely making him hit his head on the hard wood floor, creating a bloody dent . Jack screamed and cried in pure terror. In the chair, Joker was doing the same, or would have had one of the nurses not stuffed a cool cloth into his mouth. Both to muffle the screaming and to keep him from biting his tongue off.
His father wasted no time and scared the 4 year old face with nightmarish smiles on either side of his face. He screamed in pure agony. Blood, seeping out of him into his curly blonde hair and onto the floor, sticking to his face. His father laughed above him, drunk with more then alcohol.
This gave Jack the time he needed to escape. He kicked his kneeling father to the hard wood floor and quickly grabbed his baseball bat before he could get up. He then proceed to beat the shit out of him. His fathers face became nothing but a bloody pulp. He heard bones break. When his father was barely breathing and barely able to move he threw the bat down and walked to his fathers room, grabbing the gun by his dresser. He walked back and without hesitation shot him. Shot him til the gun was empty or until he felt better. When the gun was out he threw that to the ground, and slowly walked downstairs, he didn't even try to hold his aching,bleeding face. He walked to the kitchen.
He wished he hadn't. There what was once his mother, was now noting but a bloody mess. Her blood nearly took over the entire kitchen floor. He stabbed her over and over and gave her the same smile he has now. He walked to the front door and opened it. He started to laugh to himself. It was open this whole time. He could have easily escaped his fate had he tried. His laughs soon grew in volume and turned maniacal as he walked out the door for medical treatment.
In the room the Jokers screaming came down to cries of anguish and soon just quiet sobs. His small body heaving and shuddering with each cry. Crane signaled to stop the fear gas. He spoke quietly to the nurses. "Please unhook him and take him back to his room Oh and don't forget to sedate him. I'd hate for one of you to end up dead." They nodded fearfully and did as they were told, sedating him first before anything could happen.
They threw Joker back into his cell, in the dark. He may have been sedated but inside his mind was going crazy with jumbles of nightmares as silent tears went down his face.
AN: Ok! There is the second chapter! Please no flames! I know it might be a little (or a lot) OOC but I really like the idea of some like the Joker becoming broken. I hope it was done well. Please leave some criticism but no flames! I burn easily :p
