DC - THE JOKER, MARVEL - KILGRAVE
I have been transferred to a new unit. I overheard the warden say that I seem the only one capable of sharing a room with him. Who is this him guy? Why doesn't anyone else want to room with him? I enter my room and see him.Sure, he does seem rather...odd. Pale skin, green hair, tattoos everywhere, and a gold grill (y'know, on his teeth). He always looks angry. Does this guy ever smile? Does he ever laugh? I fear him, and yet oddly admire him. He stays to himself, doesn't talk to anyone...except for maybe his therapist. I wonder what they talk about. Obviously it's none of my business, but do you ever wonder what people talk about with their therapists? Does he tell her about how he contemplates all the creative ways he could kill everyone in the building as he made his daring escape? Does he tell her the story about how his dad was an abusive drunkard? Or perhaps the one about how he was a runaway and wandered into the wrong neighborhood swarming with child slave traffickers? Or the story of... Whatever. He has many. I wonder which ones are true. I wonder if any of them are true.
He's aggressive at night. I always manage to fight him off and somehow get some sleep. I can never seem to figure out how I manage, but I do.
I have been transferred to another unit on a higher floor. I got a hold of some keys and made my descent down the stairs to the last unit I was on. I panicked and fled onto a random floor, hoping it was the right one. As I ran down the hall, I heard gunfire behind me. I turned and saw my old roommate firing at the people pursuing me. I snatched the gun from him. "Don't kill them!" "What are you? The Batman?" I fire at someone's hand, blasting their own weapon out of it. "Disarm and maim, but don't kill," I tell him as I hand the weapon back to him. We head to the elevator on the end of the hall. The warden and his therapist (or what vaguely resembles his therapist) are already holding the elevator. "Why is she coming?" ← [therapist] "It's a long story." ← [roommate] As we ascend to the roof, I say, "They should've never transferred me to that other unit." The warden turns to me. "What did you do?" I don't answer. I just smile slyly. We reach the roof. A helicopter is waiting for us. I see a man in a purple suit step off the helicopter. The sight of him makes me flee back into the elevator, hands cupped over my ears and loudly repeating "nope" over and over. I curl into a ball and continue to yell "nope" until my former roommate drags me out. The man in purple asks me why I tried to run. "You're fucking nightmare fuel! But that's okay. You'll get what you deserve when Jessica Jones snaps your neck!"
It seems as if the whole city quietly murmurs... "Jessica Jones snaps your neck! Jessica Jones snaps your neck! Snaps your neck! Snaps your neck!" I then wake up.
