A/N: Just a quick update for you, I'm going to update once a week, probably during weekends because my school has started and my band practices take some of my free time. Anyway, enjoy the chapter.

Part I: Rebecca Robinson is left to face Gotham's worst Halloween ever. One ex-Robin and one dead-Robin are running loose in Gotham with their own goals and agendas. Rebecca's mind isn't the ideal one to begin with and with a history like she has... Will she be able to survive without loosing her sanity or her life? What will happen when Clown Prince of Crime wants his toys back and even Scarecrow can't stop him? Will Rebecca end up just being a toy to dead man's legacy?

Chapter 4 - Joke is rated M

Romance will be slow burn. (And I do mean slow.)

Contains detailed description of graphic violence, strong language and descriptions of mental illnesses and self-harming.

Broken Toys

Chapter 5 - Escape

Escape: (verb) [no object] Break free from confinement or control.

Rebecca is curled up against the wall in a smallest space as possible. She has wrapped her hands around her knees and her eyes are closed. Most disturbing about her is the bright and insane laughter that is bubbling out of her despite the fear toxin.

"Interesting." Scarecrow bends over her to examine his latest victim closer. Jason decides it is best to keep his distance. Despite being so used to Crane's acts he still finds it disturbing. The girl doesn't interest him in anyways. Jason looks at her with disgust. He can't pity the toxin's victims. She is only a start for something much bigger.

"I can't see why." Jason answers truly. Her reaction to being intoxicated is unordinary but Jason's world doesn't resolve around fear like Scarecrow's, no matter what he insists to Jason.

"My toxin had even better effect than I imagined." Scarecrow turns around leaving the girl to her misery. "Where is Miss Gordon?"

"She is at the main room ready to be questioned. Remember Crane, do not harm even a hair on her head." Jason is glad that his mask covers his face and voice synthesizer changes his voice. His guilt for seizing Barbara is inconvenient to say the least. Jason has to ignore their old friendship and Barbara's innocence. Killing Bruce is most important.

"Without the predicted setback at the ACE chemicals the plan is working perfectly. Cloudburst is nearly ready and your troops will keep Batman too busy to stop it from detonating." Scarecrow sounds pleased.

"My militia has taken control of Gotham. He will lose everything." Jason says.

"Good, good. Gotham will crumple tonight. After that you can do with Batman whatever you desire." Scarecrow takes his leave. Jason is left alone with the poisoned girl.

"This is going to take while." He sighs. It would be easiest to kill her while under the toxins influence but it seems so pointless. He is willing to sacrifice civilians to kill Bruce but Rebecca's death wouldn't bring Jason any closer to his goal than letting her live.

After some time, the laughter stops and Rebecca opens her eyes. She stands up quickly. Outright, Jason notices something is wrong. Her posture is different. Her shoulders are now back and not hunched like earlier. Her arms are resting against her sides and not crossed to protect her like earlier. Her behavior has changed significantly.

"Why so serious?" She smiles widely showing her teeth. The smile emphasizes the healed scars on her cheeks.

Even Rebecca's voice sounds different. She speaks with a louder voice and not mumbling like before the toxin. Jason notes that it's higher pitched than earlier. She is slightly disturbing, because of these changes. Jason has seen his fair share of fear toxin victims since his Robin days. He has been gassed few times himself. Never before he has witnessed the victim growing in confidence after being exposed to the toxin.

"What do you mean?" Jason asks.

"You should take your mask off. Nobody can't see the great big smile of yours." Rebecca points out showing eerily resemblance to someone that Jason would rather forget.

"I don't smile." Jason says without humor in his voice. He hasn't really smiled since the Joker.

"C'mon! You have to smile sometimes!" She says her smile rowing larger.

"I'll take you back." Jason grabs Rebecca's upper arm being done with this useless bullshit.

"You are no fun. No cookies for you." She crosses her arms, pouting like a little child.

"You can't be serious. A minute a go you were okay being dragged and now you are acting like a kid." Jason curses taking a better grip of her arm.

"Technically it wasn't me who was okay being dragged. I would have punched you at least." She lifts her eyebrows at Jason.

"Oh, you mean…?" Jason understands. It must be the disorder that Scarecrow was talking about.

"Yap. Rebecca left the building. But you gotta admit, she pulled off quite a show. My favorite part was shooting you. Without that armor of yours you would be dead meat by now. I bet that you didn't see that coming."

Jason doesn't say anything. Only reasonable thing he thinks to do is pull the girl who was Rebecca behind him despite her resistance.

"Can I have gum?" She asks with her annoying high-pitched voice. It seems that this personality doesn't understand when or how one should stay silent.

"No." Jason snaps at her. He has better things to do than babysit an unimportant hostage. Scarecrow could be doing who knows what to Barbara.

"Okay, okay. You don't have to always yell at people. Gosh." She rolls her eyes showing no survival instinct.

"I liked the quiet one better." Jason says pettily.

"Until she shot you?" She giggles.

"You are going to stay here until I get back." Jason dumps her inside a small cell with a class door. It was used to store Scarecrow's lab rats but they are all dead now.

"Love what you have done with the place. Dead body on the floor really lifts the mood." She pokes the dead body with a tip of her toe seemingly unbothered by the corpse.

Ignoring her, Jason slams the door right to her face and rushes off from her complaints, resembling her of Batman.

When my end started it was regular day. No dramatic incident, no dark and stormy night, just plain old boring workday at the Asylum. The day started with me helping in the kitchen until it was lunch time for the inmates. It was my evening shift when the day developed into something more. I was walking to check what I was supposed to do next when I heard Quincy Sharp, Hugo Strange and Gretchen Whistler talking about something. Against my better judgement I decided to eavesdrop.

Curiosity killed the cat they said.

"We need someone to take their medicine to them." Whistler said with a worried expression.

"As if the medicine would help them anyway." Sharp spurted. I had no experience of leading an Asylum but I am pretty sure that if you are warden of the said place, like Sharp is, thinking medicating your inmates is useless is pretty far out there.

"Careful, Quincy. You don't really think that." Strange had a weird hypnotizing voice giving me the creeps. I had never met him earlier but his reputation I knew.

"You are right, Hugo. I apologize. I wasn't being rational." Sharp agreed instantaneously.

"Robinson? What are you doing here?" Whistler noticed me.

I took a deep breath. Lie, you can do this, I thought. "I couldn't help but overheard what you were talking about. Maybe I could help? You know, with the medicine."

The trio looked at each other. "I suppose that's a good idea. She only needs to place the medicine in right lockers. It is part of her job, isn't it?" Sharp asked looking at Strange. Weird, I thought Sharp was supposed to be the one leading this place but the power imbalance between the men was obvious. Maybe he was just asking the head doctor's opinion. If that sounded reasonable then why am I still alarmed by their behavior?

"Yes. Miss Robinson seems perfect for the job, don't you think so too, Gretchen?" Strange agreed. It sounded like it was already settled and he was just asking Whistler's opinion to be polite.

She looked at me haltingly. "Fine. I can give her the right medication." She said prompted me to follow her.

"I can do that. You are already running late from your session with Waylon Jones." Aka Killer Croc I transferred in my head. Doctors in here liked to call all the villains with their real names. I didn't ever really get that. I figured it was to remove some power from them or something. Strange was not exception to that rule. From the look of him, he was probably the one who made it up.

"Sure…" She sounded suspicious but agreed with Strange. She and Sharp walked away leaving me alone with Strange. The situation made me feel nervous but I tried to ignore the feeling. I didn't trust Strange but there was nothing that he could do to me now, was there.

"Walk with me, Miss Robinson." I did as he said. I pulled my wagon with me so it was hard to keep up with his quick steps. Not to mention that I stood nearly foot shorter than he.

"You were recommended to come here by your school counselor." It wasn't a question.

"Yeah."

"Why?" He said. I had a feeling that Strange wasn't making small talk.

"I think you already know." I answered him.

"Clever girl." He chuckled at me. It wasn't a friendly gesture. "With your history, you should be careful in here. Everything isn't always as it seems, especially in here."

The Knight left me into a cell. Into a fucking cell! With a dead body. What a fun roommate to have.

"I need to get out of here." I try to punch the glass but nothing happens. Well if you don't count bleeding knuckles but nothing useful happens.

I take more power to my kick by leaning against a wall. Still the glass stays infuriatingly intact. I guess I'm not the first one who has tried to break out of this cell. The dead body probably tried before kicking the bucket.

"It feels like I'm back inside her mind. I can see everything but I can't affect anything." I sit down crossing my legs.

I see my reflection from the window. I rub off most of Rebecca's foundation that she uses to cover up her scars and tattoos. Only tattoos on my face are two lines going through my eyes, similar to clowns. Rest of the tattoos Rebecca has covered with clothing. I find a bright red lipstick from Rebecca's pockets. I have a distant memory of it being a free sample. It doesn't matter for what I am doing. I open the lipstick and smudge it around my mouth and scars to make them pop.

"Now I'm always smiling." I giggle at my face. Now the rest of the body.

I remove her dark grey hoodie first. I don't need it. I keep the jacket put now it reveals the purple tank top underneath. I pull it little lower to show more cleavage. I don't want to see any marks on Rebecca anymore. This is my body now. It's her own fault really. She called me to come out. Now she has to deal with consequences.

Rebecca chose to wear jeans for today. How typical of her. They aren't nearly as elastic as I want. I need to get new pants as soon as I get out of here. Maybe sprinkle in some cute accessorizes, like a cute handback or eyeballs for earrings. Something simple and stylish.

The bigger problem are the weapons. Rebecca surrendered her taser and knife away earlier living me nothing else than teeth and nails. It seems like this girl bites and scratches too.

I look my reflection again. Dark green eyes, pale skin, immediate resemblance to a clown. The hair is the only problem. It should be green but no, B had to be a buzz killer and dye it purple. At least the purple is better than her natural strawberry blond hair. Still, green would have been the option that I would have chosen.

I stand up with a one quick move. The jeans are really irritating. I could always try to steal something but my roommate does have very poor taste regarding clothes. They weren't… to die for. The thought makes me giggle.

"B, these jeans are really awful. What were you thinking?" I flirt with my reflection. I know she can see me. I always saw what she saw.

"Revenge is sweet." I smile.

"What the fuck?" I hear a surprised voice.

"So my Knight in not so white armor has decided to come back for their princess." My answer doesn't miss a beat. I turn around to see him putting my hands to my hips.

"What the hell happened to your face?" The Knight asks.

"Makeup can do miracles, you know. I personally prefer more natural look." I flash a flirty grin at him. To my surprise he opens the cell door for me, letting me out.

"Where am I going now? There better be gum for me."

"Seriously, what happened to your face?" He asks again still looking at me.

"Girl gotta have couple secrets on her sleeve." Is my only answer. It's so much more fun when I'm in charge. Well he is still pointing a gun at me, so technically I am not in charge but I am damn well doing better than Rebecca was.

"Who are you?" He asks.

"Punchline. And you are?" I do a theatrical bow.

"Very funny. Rebecca already tried that." He says. Seems like this one doesn't want to play.

"I forgot. My memory isn't the best one." I exaggeratedly hit my head.

He guides me without speaking a word through the different corridors but it soon gets boring for me.

"Are we there yet?" I whine.

"No." His answer is blunt.

"Are we there yet?" I try again.

"Are you like eight or something?" He snaps back.

"You have a great temper. Did you know that?"

"You aren't the first one who has told me that."

"Maybe you should take a hint then." I pause for a moment as if to think of something. "Do you have any gum?"

"Still no. Wouldn't you just shut up? What is it with that gum anyway?" The Knight is clearly very irritated with me.

"I can't answer because you told me to shut up." I grin.

The Knight lets a deep sigh. "You already answered. And obviously you don't understand the term quiet."

"Oh snap. You really got me there." I say sarcastically.

"Very funny." He sounds even more sarcastic than me, if possible.

"Are we ther…"

"Yes, we are."

"Ouh." I stop like I've hit a wall.

Before he can throw me to the floor like a doll, I walk in middle of the room. It is big but there are no militia members in here. The ship seems way too quiet when compared to my arrival.

"I'm not that easy to throw around." I warn the Knight.

"Fine." He stands in front of me, towering over me.

"What now?" I say tilting my head slightly.

"We decide are you going to live or die."

"That's sounds fair. All though I have to admit that I like the first option better. I promise to stay out of your and your little tin soldiers' way. I'll even avoid the fear enthusiastic. I don't contact Bat-Brain or his little helpers. I'll be a good girl. But I won't leave Gotham."

"Why?"

"This is day will be remembered. I wanna be here to witness all the messed up chaos that I'm sure you and your boss have planned. Having front row seats for Gotham turning into true hell sounds like a party for me."

"Touching." He says faking interest.

"But…?" I wait.

"It would be easier to kill you." He says truthfully.

"Look. I have been through a lot. Let this one time in life be easy for me." I beck.

"I'm sorry." He grabs my wrists with one hand.

"No, you are not." I try to pull my arms back. I need to use strength to even get one of them out. He grabs it again with his other hand as if I am an undisciplined brat.

"What's this?" He sees one of my smile tattoos peaking under my jacket's sleeve.

"A tattoo. I'm sure you have heard of them."

He pulls the sleeve up to take a closer look. It reveals more similar tattoos.

"How many of these you have?" His voice sounds weird.

As for an answer I lower my jacket revealing more tattoos. Not all of them. There is more under my shirt and jeans but most noticeable ones are in my upper body.

He looks at them for a long time. Then he explodes.

"What the hell? Don't you understand what those mean? Are you stupid? You have him all over your skin. Your scars? It was a vise choice to cover them. You… you…" He doesn't seem to find a word that would be bad enough to describe me.

"You know what, you won! Leave this place. You have five minutes before I order my men to kill you. Just leave." His voice changes into cold and cruel. Before it was full of hate and rage even when he wasn't directing it at me. But now it is empty. He sounds almost as scary as Scarecrow.

Without another word he leaves the room. I can only stare him go.

Then the reality of the situation hits me. If I'm not going to move and fast I will certainly die.

I run through the halls that are empty. It feels like I am running through a ghost town and exit isn't anywhere to be seen. Finally I come across an open door that leads to outside. The problem is that I'm inside an airship and the drop to the ground is quite long.

"Well I always wanted to end this on a high note." I open my arms as if I'm preparing to fly and simply fall through the air.

Laughter bursts out of me. The cold fresh air feels good against my skin. It feels like I'm flying.

Sadly, the moment is gone in a blink of an eye.

A/N: As most of you probably guessed her body tattoos are very similar to Jared Leto's Joker. This whole story is actually inspired from a video where a girl cosplayed him and I though, you know what, I'd like to know what is her story. Please leave a review.

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