UNFINISHED CHAPTER! I have had no motivation to write anything beyond a letter to my brother who is on a mission. Anyway today it finally hit so I am going to get as much done as I possibly can and hope for the best. This will be unfinished until I get the motivation to write again.


July 10th (?)

I don't know what happened but my head feels like a 10-ton weight had just been dropped on it. I didn't even want to open my eyes foe fear of making it worse, through the throbs in my head I heard water dripping off somewhere and stale air greeted my nose. Wherever I was didn't seem to be very comfortable, maybe one of the Justice women live in a cave… my bet would be Big Barda. She didn't seem like she would accept sleeping on a cushy mattress at some 5-star inn, then again looks could be deceiving may it was one of the other TTCT, either way I didn't want to move.

Of course that was when my body decided to protest my position on the cave(?) floor and I had to turn over onto my back in order to be comfortable again…. Well just because I HAD to didn't mean that I COULD. I tried to turn over when what felt like coarse rope stopped me, the bristles irritated my skin and I could feel my wrists, where the rope was tied around and knotted, begin to form a rash. As an experiment I tugged on the rope and felt resistance. The other end must be tied to some sort of pole or something; I could try to go intangible but whoever had me hadn't made any demands yet so showing my hand would be dangerous. My head throbbed again as memories of my time with the TTCT at the Gotham Mall flooded back to me, the shopping, the food, the millions of shoes, the arcade…. Wait, I remember the arcade had some sort of weird event. I felt like I was being watched after hearing some creepy laugh, the same laugh I remember hearing from the time I was picked up after falling asleep on the bench.

So, I must have been kidnapped. Well it wasn't the first time, this year even, I guess I should try to escape soon but my head was throbbing way too much after recalling the events that led me to this position. I …. Should take… a…. nap… then I can…deal… with…. whoeve-r ….it was…. who …took me…


July 11th (?)

To be honest, I have no idea how long I was asleep for. Luckily my head had started to feel better and I was able to finally realize why it must have hurt so much. Whatever that spray was that my kidnapper sprayed me with must have been what was keeping me out, my ghost side was probably trying to purge it from my system so it was overstraining me, thus the headache. I really needed to get out of here, with my luck Batman will probably blame me for getting kidnapped, saying something like: "You can't even protect yourself, what makes you think you can become a hero?" or some such nonsense.

Now what I need to do is take stock of the situation, I am tied and (surprisingly) blindfolded (which I found out this morning when I couldn't open my eyes) and laying on my side on a concrete floor, the person(s) who took me hasn't shown themselves for the time it took me to wake up twice and I have no clue how long I have been gone. I also do not know that aim of this kidnapper but I have not suffered any injuries during transport or the time that I have woken up earlier to now, so that should be something the kidnapper threatens to get me to comply or shouldn't happen at all. The air here is stale and moist probably near some sort of water but the room I am in hasn't been used often, I hear dripping water coming from my left but other than that everything seems to be quiet. I don't feel the presence of any other being in the room so I should be safe enough to phase through the bindings. I breathed deeply and focused on my ghost half to channel intangibility to the ropes on my wrists. After a full minute, nothing happens. I guess whatever was in the spray neutralized the powers I could use while still human, now I'm in a pickle….

While I was trying to figure out how I was going to escape I could hear extremely faint footsteps coming from my right as well as a cackling laugh that was followed by a faint giggle. The footsteps got louder as they got closer to me and finally a door opened letting in a small breeze of fresher air smelling faintly of salt.

"AHHHH!" a male voice screamed "It seems like our little Doll is awake!" he continued. His voice sounded high pitched and slimy, I could already tell my first assumption about not being hurt (physically or otherwise) was dead wrong. Irregular footsteps came closer and then farther as I guess the slime-ball was dancing. "Batty-watty isn't going to like that a took his new toy! Shame on you for wandering off!" my kidnapper finally stopped next to me and leaned so far forward that I could smell his breath.

"Dude, you need a tic-tac. Ever heard of a toothbrush?" I asked, his breath smelled worse than the time my dad ran over a skunk on one of our family vacations and instead of buying air freshener like any normal person would have done, added the "Fenton de-stinker" which was basically the ecto equivalent of a stink-bomb. Jazz and I had to bust open the back window to breath. I still couldn't see anything due to the blindfold but the man's whole aura screamed "DEADLY" and if his comment about Batman was anything to go by the man was insane, Batty-watty? Seriously?

It was quiet for a bit before I suddenly heard a giggle from a female voice and then pain blossomed from my arm as a metal object slammed down on it. Immediately breaking it and causing me to scream. "HAHAHAHAHA." The crazy-man said, I assume he was the one with the metal object. He leaned forward in my face again and whispered softly in my ear and his hand ground my broken arm in his fist.

"We are going to play a little game." He said "One I know we will both just LOVE!" I seriously doubt that but I didn't trust myself to say anything and just nodded. "Good, now. The rules are simple. You answer ALLLLLLL the questions I have and in return I will beat you with this crow-bar!"

"Don't you mean or?" I asked, panting slightly from the pain that was quickly diminishing as my ghost side worked to heal me. At least I didn't lose that power. "NOPE~" a female voice said in a lilting sing-song tone.

"Now wont that be fun? I bet we all just DIE laughing!" The male said. I gulped and tried my best to prepare for the onslaught of metal, if I could relax in the right places then I won't be hurt too badly but being blindfolded made it I had to guess which places the madman might attack. The man started to dance again, judging from his footsteps when he stopped and I felt metal introduced to my face. I groaned and spat out blood as I tried to focus on what the madman was saying.

"Why were you with Batty's girls?" he asked and then made and exaggerated gasp "Are you his new birdie? I think you look more like a dolly." That was punctuated with the bar slamming on my left leg, followed by a sickening crack and a scream coming from my already raw throat. "Come now," Crazy said "ANSWER. THE. QUESTION." He hit me for every word, once in the chest, another on my shoulder and a last one on my nose which broke and began pouring blood.

"I'mb not witf Batmanuh!" I screamed trying to curl up in a little ball as my powers worked overtime to heal me. If this continues I will black out. Crazy dropped the bar next to my head and I heard him kneel next to me on the ground. "You're not, huh?" He said softly, strangely sounding not crazy and even gentle. I flinched in the next moment when I felt his hand on my head, as if he was petting my hair. "I hurt my Dolly," He muttered to himself sounding half mad and half sane. "She looks so pretty in red, but her nose is out of place!" and suddenly hands grabbed my face and pain blossomed anew as the man reset my nose. "There that's better!" the man said triumphantly. "Pretty dollies should stay pretty."

"Joker?" the female voice asked timidly, I had almost forgot she was there. "Joker, sweetie? Weren't we supposed to kill her" She was getting closer to us and her voice wavered between crazed and sad. A growl and a scrape of metal against concrete, then the sound of metal hitting flesh. "You aren't supposed to touch my Dolly!" Joker screamed beating the woman savagely. "B-but Joker, baby! That was our plan!" the woman said timidly "To hurt Batman, and show that he can't protect everyone? That was the plan, right honey pie?" with one last hit Joker stopped and growled. "Quinn, lets bomb the docks!" Joker said. Harley gasped and giggled and together they left the room.

I waited until I was sure they were gone before I even tried to start moving, my ribs, should, left arm and leg, and my face hurt like hell but I could feel the ghost part of me working to fix the damages. Luckily for some reason Joker reset my nose into place which would help it heal correctly and wouldn't lead to me having to re-break it later. My shoulder and ribs were just bruise and my arm probably had a hairline fracture which should be heal in an hour or too, the only thing to really worry about was my leg which was actually broken and needed to be set soon. I tried to use intangibility again with no luck, seems like I am stuck here until I find a way out or if someone rescues me.

I rubbed my head against the ground hopefully to dislodge to blindfold, scraping my forehead and cheek against the floor until if finally slid off my head and I could look around. I was in a room behind a metal door that had a slot at eye level made of glass, the walls around me were blank and bare made of the same concrete as the floor. Overhead the roof had one lightbulb hanging from the center casting shadows in the corners and highlighting the blood I spilt around me and several other dried "puddles" from his previous victims. Whoever this Joker guy was he was a sadist and has a sick pleasure of hurting people. My eyes adjusted a little more and the shadows became the worst parts of the room, skeletons littered the floor, with clothes hanging off them in tatters, all of them were different sizes but they all faced away from me and towards one section of the wall, where the largest "pool" of blood patterned his "masterpiece."

To be honest it was too gruesome to look at, I had to turn away to hold in my disgust and nausea and keep myself from throwing up. Desperately I tried to phase the ropes off only to be met with the same result as the last few times. My ghost half wasn't answering my calls but it was healing me which meant that I would probably get my powers back soon… hopefully. The only thing I could do now was wait.


July 12th (?)

I have no idea how I managed to fall asleep, but I did and when I woke up I was met with two faces. Both of them were in clown make-up and the girl was nursing a split lip while the guy had a bloody mouth and a black eye. They both looked at me and smiled happily, rushing forward and kneeling next to my prone form. "Thank God she's awake!" The girl said. Her voice was melodious and calming, almost like my sisters when she tried to talk to me about my problems. She tried to untie the rope that held my chaffed wrists, the guy was looking around for something. Probably a weapon in case my- or I guess OUR kidnappers come back.

"Do you know how long you've been here?" the girl asked finally managing to release my wrists, her black and red hat jingling as she moved. "No clue." I wheezed, still tender from the beating I took yesterday(?) the two of them looked at each other with worried gazes. "Well the Joker took us, his signature is to kill people with gas that makes them smile and laugh until they die!" The guy said walking back over to us after failing to find anything useful. He was dressed in a purple suit and his hair was slicked back into two… I guess you would call them horns and dyed a deep sickly green.

"That is if he doesn't want to 'play' with them first" the girl said slightly hysterical at the thought. "We need to get out of here." The guy said heading to the door and tugging on it, it didn't budge. The girl went over to help, rather comically putting both her feet on the door frame and having that support her as she pulled. Together the two rocked back and forth in the hopes that maybe the door would be jimmied open, of course it didn't work.


Again guys this is unfinished, I know what I want to write but dont have any motivation for it. please review.