AN: Whoever guesses the new character's inspiration before the end of the chapter gets a cookie! I'm think I might be introducing too many characters in a row, but they're kinda needed for the story.

Jackle's POV:

Jackle hadn't enjoyed his meal that much. Or rather, he'd tried to, but kept on noticing what people were saying about him. He now sat in his quarters, throwing a rubber ball against the wall, and catching it when it came back. He'd already unpacked, and if he was needed he would be called upon, until then he had a lot of time to kill. He sighed. He was bored. The problem was, if he went outside the room he'd have to listen to the nightmaren's muttering. He was unhappy in the room, he was unhappy out of the room, there really was no way to get around it. The sound of footsteps had disappeared, replaced by the dull thud of Jackle's ball as it rebounded off the wall.

"Would've thought there would be at least one person who wanted to talk." Jackle thought as he watched the ball's progress. "I guess not. How did these rumours start anyway?" He frowned, "Oh yeah. The firework. But it wasn't my fault Clawz left them lying around. Honestly, he should've kept them locked up or something. I've stolen those things so many times, would've thought he'd learned his lesson by now. Hang on he's a cat, he probably can't use locks. Can he? I can't imagine him holding a key in those paws…" Jackle went back to watching the ball bounce. Thud. Thud. Thud. He found watching it move and listening to the thudding noise it made strangely hypnotic. Thud. Thud. Thud. Jackle's mind wandered to Reala for a moment. He wondered how he was getting on. Then he remembered what Reala was like and turned his attention back to the ball. Thud. Thud. Thud. Cough. Jackle frowned and spun around in his chair. There was nobody there, but it had sounded close. After a few seconds he realised it must've been somebody outside and went back to what he was doing. Thud. Thud. Thud. There, back to the usual noises. Thud. Thud. Thud. Cough. Jackle turned around again, annoyed. Was somebody standing outside the door? Jackle stood up and looked through the key hole to check. There was nobody outside. Jackle stood up, turned around and cried out in shock. A person stood in front of him. Of course the fact that he had gotten in without Jackle knowing was surprising. But the shocking part was the way he looked. He looked exactly the same as Jackle. Everything about him was the same, the eyes, the clothes, everything. The person was watching Jackle, a small smile on his (Jackle's) face.

"Woah! Who knew I was so ruggedly handsome?" The person exclaimed, gleefully. He'd even taken Jackle's voice. Jackle's jaw dropped. "Apparently you didn't." The person remarked. "I know you're mesmerised by my obvious good looks. But try not to stare." Jackle was to shocked to say anything.

"Not a talker, hmm?" The person said, "That's fine by me, pal. Everyone always complains I talk too much, so I can talk for the two of us. We'd make a great little team wouldn't we?" He frowned slightly, then added, "I don't think I'll be able to rely on your awareness that much though. I was being so obvious, coughing and waving my arms at you, and you didn't notice me!"

"But…how…who are you?" Jackle gasped.

"Jackle's the name." The person replied

"No…no I'm Jackle." Jackle said, frowning.

"Hang on. I was Jackle first." The person insisted, "So I think I should get the name. You can be Jack! Or Jackie. Whichever takes your fancy."

"No, I'm not being called Jack!" Jackle exclaimed. He couldn't believe he was actually having this conversation. With this person of all people. The person sighed.

"Fine! I'll be Jack. But only cause it'll make you happy." The person said as he sat down on the bed. There was a pause. "So…you play cards?"

"You're not real." Jackle muttered. The person-Jack-pretended to be insulted.

"Didn't mummy ever tell you that's not how you treat someone nicely?"

"You can't be real." Jackle insisted, walking towards his clone.

"Sticks and stone may break my bones, but words won't hurt me." Jack said, folding his arms and pouting.

"How about a fist?" Jackle swung his fist directly into his copy's face. It passed right through him, without leaving any mark. "Aha!" Jackle exclaimed, "I knew it. I'm imagining things. It's all in my mind."

"Ah, you see you're only half right, so no gold star for you." Jack said, mockingly, "Don't be sad. I already used them up on the intelligent people."

"What do you mean 'half right'?" Jackle asked, confused.

"Well I'm sorta in your mind." Jack admitted, "But I'm not imaginary."

"So, me seeing people isn't my imagination?" Jackle scoffed.

"Yep." Jack replied, seriously. "I'm more like a co-pilot." He frowned, "Hang on…that wasn't a very good analogy…"

"So what are you then?" Jackle asked, confused.

"I'm a part of you that influences what you do from time to time."

"You mean like a mood?" Jackle asked, confused.

"Sorta. More like a…personality."

"Hang on…are you who I change into when my condition effects me?" Jackle asked. He was having difficulty taking this in. He heard what Jack said, he just didn't acknowledge it.

"No, and we really ought to think of a name for that. It'll be annoying just calling it 'your condition' all the time. Anyway I've met the personality you change into, while in your mind, and he's quite a nice fellow. I consider him my little brother." Jack smiled, "He was so eager to learn my tricks-"

"There are more of you?" Jackle exclaimed, surprised.

"Yeah." Jack said happily. "Loads. You know what they say, 'the more the merrier'!"

"But how?" Jackle asked, aghast.

"We've always been here Jack-sy." Jack said, a mocking smile on his lips, "I'm surprised you haven't found one of us in your head before. It's almost completely empty after all."

"But why are you here at all?"

"I dunno." Jack said, unhelpfully. "Something to do with your condition maybe?"

"But only one of you can take me over?" Jackle asked.

"No. Remember you're not always violent when you change. Anyone can…but only one wants to. Others will give it a go sometimes but not very often." Jackle was having a hard time taking this in. He was listening, but not really understanding.

"And we can make a trip outside your head at any time." Jack continued, standing up, "I'm the only one who's been bothered so far."

"Hang on. If you're inside my head, do you know how my condition works?" Jackle asked, curiously. "Yeah." Jack replied, "It's a long explanation so I'll keep it short. Basically, when you get all worked up or tired or stressed your mind takes a little nap to recharge and we're the co-pilots. That good enough for ya?" What Jack was saying finally began to sink in.

"This isn't happening." He moaned walking away. "It can't be."

"You see, the problem with that theory is…it is." Jack said, following Jackle as he made his way to the door.

"No. I'm just tired. Maybe if I walk for a bit…"

"What, Jack-sy? I'll magically disappear?" Jack chuckled, "I come and go when I please. And wanna see the castle so I'm not leaving." Jackle ignored him and walked into the corridor, closing the door behind him. Jack walked straight through it, grinning as he examined the corridor.

"This guy really has a thing for marble, huh?" He remarked, as he followed Jackle. Jackle tried to ignore him and made his way up the staircase.

"Are you ignoring me, Jack-sy?" Jack asked, amused."My name is Jackle." Jackle corrected.

"Jack-sy sounds better." Jack muttered as they walked out into the corridor above. "Jackle makes you sound like a rebel…tough guy sorta person, and while that might get you some ladies it won't get you any friends."

"Will you be quiet!" Jackle snapped, spinning around to face him. It was only then that he realised he was in the middle of a crowd of nightmaren. They were staring at him, confused. Jackle continued down the corridor, weaving his way through the crowd. Jack just walked straight through them, a large grin on his face the entire time. Jackle suddenly realised he should of stayed in his quarters. He wanted to be alone. He continued down the corridor, with Jack following him every step of the way.

"Hey, Jack-sy." Jack began, "You aren't giving a very good first impression, y'know."

"Shut up." Jackle hissed, not turning to face him.

"Was it something I said?" Jack asked.

"Just leave me alone." Jack whispered, so the nightmaren wouldn't hear. Jack laughed.

"Or what? Are you going to try and punch me again? 'Cause I don't think that'll work too well." Jackle didn't reply. He had the urge to hit Jack, even though he couldn't. His constant smile was beginning to annoy him.

"But seriously, Jacks," Jack continued, "What did I do? This isn't a very nice way to treat someone."

"You're not a person, so stop pretending to be." Jackle muttered.

"Oh! I'm so insulted." Jack said sarcastically, a huge smile still prominent on his face, "Okay…so I'm guessing you don't like me 'cause you think I'll just add to your problems?"

"Well done." Jackle spat, angrily.

"You're acting like a child." Jack sung, walking beside Jackle now, "Really, it's not as if you've got any problems anyway. 'Oh no! People don't like me!'" His smile was suddenly replaced by an angry grimace, "Grow up!" He spat.

"You could be a lot worse off y'know." The grin reappeared on his face, "You could still have Reala following you around."

"I'd prefer him to you." Jackle muttered. Jack paid no attention to what he said.

"What do you think he's doing now?" Jack asked, "My guess is, he's trying to create and take the position of, annoying-ugly-control-freak-with-an-anger-problem…rank two." Jackle stopped and entered a closet to his right. It was completely empty. Jack walked through the wall, Jackle turned around to face him.

"Leave me alone!" He ordered. Jack's smile grew wider.

"Oh, look at Mr. Tough Guy." He said, happily.

"Listen, just go away." Jackle insisted, "Get back inside my head or whatever, and don't come out again, got it?"

"Or what? You'll look me in the closet? I'm already here!" He exclaimed.

"Just go away!" Jackle said, voice rising. Jack's smile disappeared again. His features transformed into an angry glare.

"That's enough!" He snapped, "I didn't come up here to be shouted at. I might as well leave."

"Please do." Jackle said angrily. Jack glared at him for a moment, then disappeared. Jackle sighed in relief and made his way towards the door.

"Hi again!" A familiar voice said, happily. Jackle stopped and turned around. Nobody was there.

"I thought you said you were leaving." He muttered.

"I have. I'm just providing the commentary." Jack said, "Also, in here, I don't have to look at you." Jackle groaned. Jack wasn't going to go away.

"We look the same." Jackle pointed out, as he placed his hand on the door handle.

"It looks better on me." Jack said. Jackle sighed again and walked back into the corridor, Jack's voice and laughter following him every step of the way.

AN: Yeah, so Jack is inspired by The Joker. Not the 'Dark Knight' Joker, the cartoon one. Mainly because The Joker is just plain awesome! There are a lot things that he said which are just quoting what The Joker says like calling Jackle/Batman Jack-sy/Bat-sy. I might not update in a while (half term, yay!) just so you know. Anyway, R&R!