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The Origin of Jester: Timothy Drake's Collapse of Sanity

Day 1: Observation

"Every absurdity has a champion to defend it." –Oliver Goldsmith

Jester tapped his fingers against the side of his single room that held just a bed with the pillow stuffed inside the cushion that had no hard edges or rough surfaces, so he could not attempt to commit self-harm or harm to others, the white wallpaper rotten to touch, the ceiling almost leaking from the pipes overhead, and the floor creaking from his bare feet touching the ground. His gloves had been removed due to the rules of Asylum and they also replaced his colorful clothing with normal white administered straight jacket but they didn't pin his hands back.

"I know you are all watching me," He said to a well hidden camera in the corner of the room, "So why don't you come and fetch me to go begin your case study?"

From the other side of the camera, Batman scowled at this and turned to face Red Hood who also stared down at the black and white footage projecting the Jester's face to them. Red Hood grabbed his helmet and placed on his head as he started heading out to get an administer to release him for questioning.

"I'm gonna go fetch someone to let him out." He stated and Batman nodded at this, observing the young man's behavior towards his environment as if he were watching a test subject. He closed his eyes behind his mask and took a deep breath as memories of horror and absurdity rushed at him.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

The laughter wouldn't stop.

And it wasn't because it was the Joker.

No, it was his own son's maddening struggle to hold onto the last remnants of his sanity he had in him.

He snapped back to reality and quickly stood up, his chair sliding across the room from the force he put out on it. He swore under his breath before taking on last glance at the video footage then stormed out of the place to hide out to go get more information out of the Jester before he would change identity to someone else.

Jester seemed to have gained a habit of tapping his fingers when he was bored or waiting for something to happen. He just took notice of this as he waited in an investigation room for Batman, meanwhile a psychiatrist examined as if he were dissecting him like a frog. He would have never agreed to this but when the most frequent identity agrees to do an undercover mission pretending to be an Arkham patient, he couldn't do much to argue.

He sighed and played with the ends of his hair, staring at them with narrowed eyes. When he retained control, he would normally dye his hair so it would be harder to suspect that he was "Tim Drake". Even the color of red was a reminder of his time with her, a time he tried to not remember or couldn't remember.

"So, Timothy-" the psychologist, appearing to be a blond woman, began and Jester whipped his around to face him, anger written across his face.

"That is not my name." he hissed at her and the psychologist nodded at this while clicking her pen, writing it down on a notepad.

"Then what is it?" the psychologist asked and the Jester rolled his eyes, hoping Batman had given him the basic information he told him during his first time actually meeting Batman for a conversion.

"Jester." He replied and the psychologist nodded, writing it down on her notepad.

"Now, Jester, when exactly were you born?" he questioned and Jester tapped his fingers harder on the table.

"I have no clue. My memory is hazy but the earliest thing I remember is during the time of being caught by one of Batman's enemies." He stated and stopped before answering more that could dwell deep in his subconscious or forbidden memories, "I know how a psychologist works. I've done my time taking a couple of psychology and sociology classes. You can't fool me with any of your foolish tricks."

She sighed and placed the pen down, staring at him in sorrow.

"Can you not identify others that your personalities know?" she asked him and he paused at this, now knowing that she could be someone that Tim knows.

"If the feelings are extremely strong or that I've read about them from his notes, otherwise I have no recollection of the person." He said and then stood up, walking around the room trying to find any hidden cameras or listening devices, "Are you saying that he knows you?"

She smiled at this and pushed up her glasses, nodding at this.

"Indeed. My name is Doctor Leslie Thompson. I am the doctor of the Wayne family and I have cared for Timothy many times." She said and Jester blinked at this, his head tilting to the side as if he were trying to remember ever meeting her before.

"I do not believe we have ever got a chance to be acquitted before." He replied and reached to grab her hand but someone had pulled his hand back without any say. He looked up to see Batman and gripping a manila folder probably holding his records in it. He narrowed his eyes under his cowl and stepped between him and Dr. Thompson.

"Leslie, I can handle him." Batman stated and she frowned at this before standing up, giving a quick smile to Jester then left. Jester glared up at Batman and pulled his hand away from his shoulder with a scowl across his face.

"Do you not even trust me to shake someone's hand?" Jester questioned Batman as he took a seat in the psychiatrist chair and crossed his legs.

"I don't trust you because I don't know you." He answered the question and Jester rolled his eyes t this.

"Yet you trust Reddy." Jester hissed back and Batman placed the folder down on the table next to Jester, staring down at him in sorrow.

"I trust him because I know who he is and what he has done for the family." Batman said and Jester tapped his fingers against the table, not happy with that answer at all.

"How did you even know that Reddy was with you as Robin or Red Robin?" he questioned Batman who froze at his words in shock that it could even happen, "It could have been Jackson or me that impersonated him so we could d what we wished to do. We all have the same voice and we are all great actors thanks to you. You have acted between a hero and a playboy so much that we have all developed such skills."

Batman bite his tongue so he did not release harsh words against the Jester for even mentioning that he could fool him to believe that Tim was ok.

"Ah, speechless, I see?" the Jester suggested and smirked at his success.

But what about you?

He froze and turned to the voice seeing no one but large Glasgow grins across the shadows of the room. Blood dripped down from the smiles that split across the shadows and pure white teeth stained red but appeared pink.

Are you not an act?

The grins asked and he forced his gaze away, blinking a few times to separate himself between reality and hallucination.

Trying to not remember what-

"What are you looking at?"

He snapped back to reality and turned up to face Batman looking in the direction he had been facing, knowing he had to hallucinate something. He began tapping his fingers against the chair's arms and Batman looked back down to him, trying to force him to answer his question.

"If you believe that I will break and answer your question, then you are quite wrong about that. I am more durable than Reddy or any other gullible villain to speak up. Try all you want but I have been through so much that nothing could bet that in a land side." Jester answered and smirked at this while Batman backed down, forcing his eyes to the files on the table. Jester noticed this then stole the document and opened it up to a random page.

"Now what have you recorded so far of us?" he questioned Batman who scowled at the fact that he would not likely manage to get it back without any trouble. His eyes widen at his own face staring at him as a boy with blood spilling down his lips, a smile stretched out but stitched back together yet was broken from it. Black hair was scattered across his face and cut into awkward angles along with trying to hide his eyes but what looked back to him was pure madness and rashness in those blue orbs.

He could almost hear his own laughter echoing around him.

Then the blue orbs looked directly at him and he dropped the files, his mind going blank as seeing himself was a "trigger".

"Hey, Jester, are you-?" Batman began until Jester then wrapped his and around his throat, proceeding in chocking himself. Batman bolted at the sight and rushed to pull his son's hands aside to give him air. Jester's conscious mind was swallowed up from the "trigger" thus not knowing he trying to commit suicide. His eyes bulged out of his head and salvia dribbled down his chin while color of his face turning blue.

"Jester!" Batman exclaimed by his name yet he didn't hear him.

"Who are you calling to though? For that is not-"

He suddenly released his grip on his own throat and gasped for breath, spitting up his overflowing amount of salvia to the ground. He fell to his knees and started gagging with his eyes large from not remembering what had happened. Batman watched at a small distance while trying to figure out what happened in just a few seconds from looking at something to cause such a violent tendency.

Jester coughed again but this time did not spew anything out and took a small glance at the documents before recoiling back when something unconsciously forced him to look away. He placed his hands to his head and pulled back his hair, horror etched into his eyes from the fact that he couldn't remember what he saw for a minute ago.

You can't remember because-

"What just happened?" Batman demanded and Jester narrowed his eyes from the fact that Batman took no concern in his psychological health but only wanted answers to his son's-Red Robin's-health.

"Like you even fucking care." He snarled back and then slowly pressed his hands to the ground, shoving himself up and stood up to face Batman.

"None of you care at all! Do you even understand what runs through our head most of the time? Could you take part in our nightmare for just a mere minute? Or a few seconds?" Jester questioned him and Batman remained quiet before he turned away from him, anger remaining on his expression, "You all frustrate us to no end. How much must you pass onto us before we can no longer keep in check? You expect so much out of us that we cannot help but we become overwhelmed at the task and fall over as the balance sweeps into an array of chaos and dementia."

Batman froze at his words and then Jester's angry demeanor started to fade, as if he were getting sleepily. He swayed side to side before his eye lids started collapsing on him. He swore to himself and tried to balance himself but failed to do so when he fell to his knees, nearly landing in his vomit.

His vision began to turn hazy and his breath turned heavily, his arms and legs turning to numbness sacks of flesh. His senses started to disappear one by one and the only thing that was left of his being was the feeling of a hand being pressed gently on his shoulder, beckoning him to fall asleep and perhaps dream instead of having consist nightmares of blood stained lips formed in a large grin.

[FOR MORE INFORMATION SEE AUDIO LOG 1]