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That day was full of nothing but stress and hassle. Several of the machines broke down, one after the other and I had to fix them. I got a decent shock from one of them and burned by another. We only were able to make several box fulls of the medication for Wayne Enterprises because of the malfunctions. This of course pissed Wayne off and we nearly lost our deal.
I got to meet Brucey McTrustfund-Baby that day. He had to bitch and moan to my boss about the shortage. I was called into the head honcho's office and there was the guy who gave Mother Teresa a run for her money, Bruce Wayne. I mean that in a very sarcastic, smart ass way.
"Jack, you're in charge of production. Tell Mr. Wayne why we've gotten off to a slow start."
Wayne turned around to face me and when he did his eyes zeroed in on my scars and his eyes narrowed, then met mine. I didn't think much of it, I was used to it.
"Several of the machines and equipment needed to produce the medication broke down today. They're fixed and running normally. We'll have production finished on time." I answered.
Wayne turned back to my boss. "If the production is not completed in time, Wayne Enterprises will never work with Axis Chemicals again." He said evenly. He turned to leave, but not without another look at me.
To make things worse, the Joker's presence in my healing mind was undeniable now. I really could become him again. Some of my coworkers wonder about me. They ask about my scars and how I got them. I just tell them to stop lollygagging and get back to work. They all find it odd that the Joker is dead but somehow, out of nowhere a guy shows up with the same Glasgow Smile.
I went home that night with a headache the size of the president's ego and with a lot to think about. As I stared out the bedroom window and toyed with a bloodstained joker card, I decided that if I was provoked, I would become the Joker again. I was still sane enough to think and care about Gen and Jeremy.
"Jack, were you serious about what you said to Rebecka?" Genesis asked.
I told the truth, that I didn't know.
"I don't know." I replied. "The meds don't work like they used to."
"Then up your dosage." She replied.
"Don't you think I've tried that, Genesis? He's still there!"
"Who's still there?"
"The Joker! He's still in my head! It's like he's a demon I'm possessed by!"
"Do you need to go back the hospital?"
"No. I'll ignore him." I replied, hurriedly. "It. I'll ignore it." Calling the Joker 'him' made him real. The Joker is nothing but a manifestation of my schizophrenia.
"Ok." She said somberly and left the bedroom.
I groaned and clasped my head in my hands. My head, my brain was the origin of my problems. If only I could operate on my brain and take the Joker out, I'd be fine. I'd be happy.