Joker yanked me up again by the arm again, and started dragging me to my doom. It seemed like ages as we passed hall after hall. Occasionally, Joker would trip or push me down and then pick me back up by the arm and kept moving on. We finally stopped in front of a door, which he opened.
"In you go love," Joker said, once again pushing me over the threshold.
I stumbled, but didn't fall this time. I walked on, only to find the door slammed shut behind me. Through the grimy windows, I could see Joker laughing as he walked off; but I soon felt another pang of pain in the back of the head, and passed out once more.
A grudging feeling was swirling in my head; and an odd light feeling also was sweeping across my head.
"What the hell hit me?" I said aloud, rubbing my head, "Wait, why did I say that out loud? What's going on here?" I couldn't stop anything that popped into my mind I said, and acted.
"It's a drug, it affects you brain, making you say and do whatever pops into your mind," a voice said behind me.
"Who's there?" I asked, looking around.
"Dr. Jonathan Crane," he replied, walking out of the shadows.
"Oh fuck, what do you want?" I asked, letting my more colorful vocabulary slip.
"Could you please mind your language," Cane asked curtly.
"Could you please shut up? Oh stop it god damn it!" I yelled, clutching my skull.
"Sorry, it wont stop until the drug wears off," he replied, relishing the moment.
"Ahhhh, I take the little moon has been insanified?" Joker boomed, slamming the door open.
"Oh great, more fun to the party. Damn it!" I yelled, digging my nails in even further.
"I take that as a yes," Joker said gleefully, "Now tell me love, what was on that piece of paper?"
"Just cause I'm high doesn't mean I've lost all my common sense you idiot," I said.
Joker walked up to me smiling, but the ends of his mouth were twitching. What are you thinking you sadistic clown? Wait, I didn't say that one out loud; the drug is loosing its effect! Quick as a flash, Joker pulled out a knife and put it one my collar bone.
"Now, now, now, let's not get cruel," he said, applying pressure to the knife.
My neck was stinging, and I felt blood trickling down my neck, and staining the white shirt I had on. Next joker pressed his gloved hand into the newly acquired wound, causing it to sting like never before; Joker then took the same hand and drew something on my face.
"Be a little bit more careful, otherwise that'll be all too real," he said, "Keep her busy, and find a more potent drug, that one has already lost its affect." And with that he stormed out.
Damn him, but I had forgotten about the third person in the room; who hit me in the head with a pipe for the second time today, and once again, I passed out.