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It was an endless string of events mangled and incoherent in his mind.
He knew his name was not James and every time she called him thusly it made him want to scream. It made him want to beat her. Strangle her. Kill her. Not kiss her…
Fanged teeth tore apart his lips and every last bit of exposed skin. He remembered the feeling. He remembered feeling like every last bit of skin she touched would rot away and ooze and bleed. He writhed and screamed as his flesh was pierced again and again and again.
"Stop! Please!" He cried, unable to see and suddenly felt clawed hands against his flaccid flesh. He inhaled deeply before imploring through even more wretched cries. Dark laughter erupted and suddenly whatever had kept him blind was burned away and he could see. The contents of his stomach burst from within and coated the walls as disembodied silver eyes glared at him.
"You don't like that?" The fanged mouth hissed dangerously, raining foul breath on him as a forked tongue traced the underside of his cock. More vomit issued from his stomach and he screamed. He choked as rogue pieces lodged themselves in his throat. His eyes closed of their own volition as he fought to expel them. As the teeth bit into his flesh he screamed…
Oh, that and, he didn't want to put his mouth anywhere the dog's had been.
A green room sagged with heat amidst his half-tangible nightmares. "You don't exist." The walls breathed over and over again as he raised the shard of broken glass to his wrist.
"And they can't take someone to the hospital who doesn't exist!" He growled madly with a sickening grin as he hacked into his wrist.
" 'Cause I don't exist! I don't exi-ist! I don't exi-ist!" He sang over and over again as he unfeelingly dug the shard of glass in even deeper.
He shattered into a million pieces. Bloodless and fleshless shards littered the cold floor in the little dark room.
She wanted to put him back together.
The little bitch with a normal family and a happy normal life and a million other fucking things he couldn't even begin to guess at wanted to fix him! She had no right and no fucking idea. She could fucking eat him as far as he was concerned.
"Let me in Daniel." She whispered. He could see those horrid silver eyes through the slats in the door. Those familiar, frightening silver eyes.
Oh. He'd let her in…
Dr. Crane tapped his chin in thought as the Joker fell unconscious once more. After months upon months of funding him illegally drugging the freak with memory repressors his mysterious employer was arranging a pick up. For an extra two million he was to bring the Joker to the corner of Gerard and 9th.
While he was curious as to what would happen to the poor bastard he was happy to remain in the dark if it brought him enough money to fund any and all of his experiments for the rest of his life. In exactly a months time another two million would be placed directly into his hands.
He smirked. He would have to make the best of his final month with the Joker. Oh! Did he have plans!
Fish finger: Yeah, but he totally deserves it. Thanks!
AN: Here is installment 2! Le plot thickens….Mwahaha!