Heyy I'm going through a rough patch at the moment I'm having to watch my boyfriend 24/h because he's taking it so much harder than me. So this part is really quite bad in my opinion. I've been so distracted.

The two 'villains' had left Batman alone to clean himself up and look over the plans for the device, although he wasn't really sure what it was for, it looked like some kind of disrupter.

He was unsure about taking his cowl off while he washed; maybe Riddler was the only person he'd told.

He felt safer with his cowl on.

He washed himself and re-dressed, Riddler said the others would be here in 2 hours, that gave him two hours to re-learn what was going on. Thankfully there didn't seem to be too much, he was sure he could do it.

He stepped out of the bathroom, finding himself pinned by a pair of bi-coloured blue and yellow eyes. "Harvey?" he questioned.

The shorted man stared up at him, "You almost got your self killed, Bruce," he said gruffly, pulling Batman into a tight, and confusing, embrace.

Batman swallowed; Harvey had never known who he was, how must he have reacted when he found out?

"Harvey," he said again, "I-I was told you wouldn't be coming for another 2 hours."

Twoface pulled away, seeming suddenly cold again, as if he had expected something other than that as a response. "I wanted to help get things ready."

Edward's head popped round the corner of one of the rooms, "Harvey," he almost snapped, "Come away he… he doesn't remember yet."

Harvey let out a short 'Oh', stepping away and frowning, "So he still-"

"Doesn't know anything, yes," Edward nodded, coming up to take the two-faced man by the hand, "Come on, leave him alone."

Bruce frowned, shaking his head a little as Twoface walked away. He needed to find Joker, Joker had been walking around with blue prints to something and he wanted to find out what that was.

He was downstairs in the rubbish-ridden livingroom, connecting pieces of paper together with coloured ribbon, mumbling to himself about positions and timing. "Batsy," Joker noted as Batman entered the room, turning with a smile to face the man.

Batman frowned, "Everyone knows who I am?" he asked the clown, watching him move about the room.

Joker nodded, "Yes," he sneered, "Though if they keep calling you by that name I may shoot someone…" he huffed gently, seeming genuinely upset that he wasn't the only person who knew Batman's real identity anymore.

"Don't," Batman said sharply, "Give me those," he growled, gesturing towards he blueprints in Joker's hand.

Joker grinned and nodded, handing him the paper, "If it's too advanced for you just gimme a yell and I'll explain it for you."

Bruce glared at the clown, snatching the working-drawing and glancing down at it, reading over the neatly scrawled notes. As he did, Joker continued staring at him, he looked up, "What?" he asked.

"You really have no idea of your effect on people do you."

"What?" Batman frowned, "Effect?"

Joker scoffed, turning away, "Each time you do this, you forget the relationships you've developed. We don't."

"What relationships?"

"The first time you were here, you and Riddler stayed up together for 39 hours straight, by the end you were talking synchronously," Joker growled, he sounded so angry and Bruce didn't know why, it wasn't his fault he didn't remember. Why was Joker talking about what had happened between him and Riddler? Joker didn't care about other people, why would he bring it up?

"What does that have to do with anything?" Batman asked, frowning gently, genuinely confused.

Joker shrugged, frowning a little, "Nothing, really… I'm just not looking forward to having that kind of thing happen again."

Batman blinked in confusion, he was talking as if he actually cared, Batman would expect him to find that kind of thing ridiculously funny.

"Read that," Joker instructed, "Learn it. But if you dare become close to anyone I will cut your head off. I'm not having you running off again." His frown suddenly flipped into a smile, "You got that, darling?"

"What are you talking about, Joker? You can't…"

Joker nodded, "I can do whatever I please. Except live how I want, and I have always lived how I've wanted. I do not like what is happening to this world Batman. I miss our game, I miss us. Unless you can get your head on straight, keep your fucking memory for more than 10 days, it's not going to go back."

Bruce let his hands hang at his side, his face blank, he had thought that Joker would like the 'chaos'. They were trying to stop it, why would Joker want to stop it? Maybe this wasn't just 'chaos', maybe it was something worse.

"Fine," he eventually said, still confused but he could see Joker's point. If cutting himself off from the other people in the house would help them finish this quicker, then so be it, he had no wish to 'hang out' with these villains anyway.

Batman backed out of the room, smart enough to know not to turn his back, and he walked, slowly, still in slight pain, to 'his' room. He sat on the chair, the one that Joker had sat in, and began to read the notes scrawled around the design of a small metal bug.

It was a mix of Joker's and Riddler's writing, with… was that his writing?

Joker: Back of the neck?

Riddler: Or base of the spine? Paralyse or control?

Batman: Paralyse, so we can reverse it properly.

Joker: You always take his side.

Batman: I like him more.

Joker: ?

Batman: He's smarter than you, and not as much of a smart-aleck.

Riddler: I should try harder.

Seeing this written down, this seemed so weird. He… acted like one of them, he had normal conversations.

It seemed so unreal. What could have happened to the world to make them act like this? To make Joker act normal, to make him like Riddler, to make Twoface want to hug him.

Batman knew that his former friends had attacked him, but he had no idea why, what was making them do it. Joker hadn't seen fit to tell him, what was so awful that Joker would refuse to tell him?

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