thanks to the... two... reveiws. Really. two. either way, chapter 2!
I never claimed to be perfect. Never will. But for some obscene reason, the psychopaths claimed they could make me perfect. I don't want to be a Barbie doll thank you very much. I know I have never understood emotions, I can't comfort and I prefer to be alone. I don't want to be brainwashed to become someone else. That's not me.
We entered a large dusty warehouse on the outskirts of Gotham, I covered in cobwebs and hazardous chemicals. I was chucked I a chair with a machine over it looking like one of those hair salons in the 60' s. The clear plastic lid covered my ears, making the crazies voices sound muffled. The last thing I heard was a strange buzzing sound before I passed out.
I snapped my eyes open, staring straight ahead, expressionless, insensitive.
"Seems our little project is done! What's your name, girlie?" The Joker cackled, the sound echoing darkly round the dank warehouse.
"Renee, Renee Hearne," it slipped out of my mouth before I even thought it through, and I cursed myself for obeying him.
"The brainwashing worked! She can't control what she says puddin'!" Harley cried. Brainwashing. No wonder I had no control. But weren't victims not supposed to be conscious of their actions? I tried to blink twice, and I managed it, a small achievement that took a lot out of me. I would need practice to take control over my own body. Mutiny! Yes, I do have a sense of humour, normally sarcasm though. I smirked. Well, mentally I did anyway. They dismissed me into another room containing a single bed, dresser, window, and a door leading g to a bathroom. I felt the brainwashing slip to the back of my mind, it's cold slimy presence sliding through the cracks of my thoughts, giving me back control of my body and thoughts. I walked to the mirror in the bathroom, and stood shell shocked at my changed appearance. My waist length hair was the same green shade of the Jokers, and my skin almost as pale. My lips looked natural, if more pink than normal, curved upwards slightly in a way I had no control over. I hung my head, and trudged out the bathroom to find Harley there. I felt the brainwashing creep back into my head, and in watched in hatred as the woman advanced towards me.
"What clothes size are you? And shoes?" I answered her questions, and she stepped out the room, taking the coldness in my brain with her. I stepped up to the window, that had been barred, and tried to get my bearings. Batman and Robin would be here soon, I would need my rest. I hoped. I collapsed onto the bed, and instantly fell asleep.
"Wake up!" I bucket of water was dumped on my head. Sitting up I splattered, only the see Harley's grinning face, and to feel the cold back in my head. I stood, glaring at her but unable to do a thing. She tutted at me, waggling a finger in front of my face.
"Batman and Robin, we want you to watch," unable to control my feet, I ended up following the crazy woman through to the main warehouse, only to see the Bat and the Bird tied to chairs without their belts. Robin looked up as we entered, and the shock at my change of looks registered on his beaten face. He had cut on his cheek bone, two black eyes peaking out from behind his domino mask, split lip and what I could see of Batman that wasn't hidden by the cowl was no better. Inside, I felt the hand of guilt touch my heart. If I hadn't been kidnapped, they wouldn't be here. Unfortunately, my face twisted into a psychopathic smile much like the Jokers, and I was saving my will power until later.
"Meet Renee Hearne, my protégé, who, I must admit, is brainwashed to do my bidding," the Jokers speech was followed up by maniacal laughing which still gave me shivers. I watched in horror as the crowbar and the switchblade came into contact with the dynamic duo. Eventually, the Joker was panting for breath as Harley clapped. I just stood there, stoically.
"Watch them," Joker commanded, handing me the switchblade and crowbar, before leaving the room with Harley. Time. I wouldn't have much of it, but I would work with what I had. Quickly, I pushed the ice in my brain to the back, my inner struggle showing on my face. When the haze in my vision cleared, I saw Robin's confused expression and Batman's glare.
"It takes a lot of effort to counter the brainwashing, so I don't have much time," I stumbled over to Batman, and using the knife I cut the ropes. He slammed me up against the wall, holding my neck.
"Why?" He growled. I reached my hands up in a feeble attempt to remove his own, gurgling in attempt for air. Realizing what he was doing, he dropped me to the ground.
"Its not right, I only went with him because he blackmailed me, and then the brainwashing, well, it takes a lot of energy to beat it, even for a short time," I breathed deeply, trying to get back to normal. Batman took the knife from me, and cut Robin's ropes. I sat up, watching him, leaning my back against the same wall I had been held up against. They had a bond, father and son maybe? I knew when to be quiet, so I watched with a faint smile until I felt the cold restart its attack.
"Knock me out, if they find me conscious then they'll blame me, plus the brainwashing is taking back control," my now I was gasping, needing energy to continue my fight.
"You could come with us," Robin suggested, holding out a hand. I shrunk away, shaking my head.
"Knock. Me. Out," I didn't mean to snap, but it was taking a lot of energy to stay normal. Batman stepped forward, and his fist connected with my temple. Blackness overcame me.