Fragmented

Disclaimer: I do not own TDK.


Fear.

The Joker has always had a talent for fear. He wears a clown's face, and terror runs thick in the blood of those who oppose him. His pockets are filled with knives, and the cowards he butchers with them whimper for mercy. He has broken free of the rules that trap and weaken humanity, and they cluster like cows in a pen, and call him predator. He does not fear the whine of a bullet, the sting of a blade, the threats of weak and whining men. But after a week in Arkham, he begins to fear his own mind.