Personalities
He woke up some time later still in the dark room and the sun was still beating down on his almost naked body. He was so hot and his throat felt so parched. He desperately needed water if he was going to be strong enough to fight back.
He felt someone brush against his arm and he looked weakly to his side to see a young man with green hair but no clown make-up on this time. He looked at him pityingly. He knew this was the same man that had visited him earlier but it seemed like another person had taken over. Was he schizophrenic or have multiple personality disorder?
"I see Joker's been," the man said gently. "I'm sorry he took your clothes. You must be hot."
"Who are you then?" he answered confused.
"Charlie Huxxam. Why do we look alike?" Aaron weighed up his options on the answer he could give. If he told him yes would it fracture his personality and bring back Joker or would it horrify this new personality. At the moment he was safe as this personality wasn't torturing him so he decided to go with the safe option and shook his head.
"Good good," he answered quietly. He passed him a glass of water and raised his head. "Drink." Aaron looked unsure. "It isn't poisoned if that's what's worrying you. You need to keep your strength."
He nodded and drank. He was currently trying to take care of him so he decided to take the plunge and trust him. He wouldn't poison him when he was trying to take care of had to admit it felt good as the water passed down his throat into his system. He then fed him bread which he took gladly. Boy it felt good satisfying his starving stomach. He hadn't eaten since breakfast and he had no idea how long he'd been here.
Finally Charlie brought out a syringe and some dilaudid. Aaron's eyes widened as he saw it. No way was he going to take drugs. His boyfriend had had a drug addiction and he didn't want to have one himself. This was the very drug he'd been addicted to. He'd rather take the pain than let his boyfriend and son lose him to drugs.
"No," he answered struggling to get away. "I won't take drugs."
Charlie took hold of his arm placing the dilaudid into the syringe. "It wont hurt and will take all the pain away," he answered vulnerably.
"I'd rather feel the pain than take drugs," he replied trying to pull his arm away but the ties wouldn't allow him.
He suddenly felt the needle go in sharply and the drug inserted into his veins. He tried to will it out of his system but he slowly became light headed. Oh god he wished he was stronger than this! He couldn't let the dilaudid overcome him. He just couldn't lose his sense of what was happening around it felt so good. No Aaron you're stronger than this. You can't let the dilaudid win. It felt so good though as his eyes finally closed.
"Yes sleep Bond sleep," the man whose name was apparently Charlie said stroking Aaron's dark hair. He smiled at the tools on the wall and grabbed the dagger. He stroked the hair on Aaron's legs then smiled at the traced the blade up Aaron's right leg and then stabbed it amongst the scars he already had from Foyet. The sharp pain caused Aaron to wake up fully. He looked up to see this wasn't the same man who'd just given him the dilaudid. Yes it was the same person but this wasn't the same personality.
"Who are you?" he asked firmly.
"Why don't you recognise me, Bond?" he answered in a deeper voice than Charlie's.
What the hell! One moment he's meant to be Batman now he's meant to be Bond. He never knew what this man expected of him or what to give him. It was hard enough trying to profile one person in these conditions but three. He wasn't even sure how many other personalities would crawl out of the woodwork.
"Oh don't try and feign pain James! I know that coward gave you dilaudid," he said annoyed.
"I'm not James Bond," Aaron answered.
He heard the laughter bubbling underneath and heard him laugh, "No, you're the Batman." He brought his face very close to his and pulled his hands apart laughing, "You're the Batman."
He then felt him walk away and sunk back into the table. Oh god what nightmare was he in now? Who was he going to meet next? A twisted Mad Hatter? After all he felt like he'd fallen down the rabbit hole.