𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆-𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐉𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐒

𝑆𝑇𝑂𝑅𝑀𝑆

The Joker was out of breath by the time he reached his fun house. It was like a carnival, he called this his home. He took a moment to breathe, he walked the halls of traps, dodging every one he came across, and entered his room.

He flopped down on his bed, staring up at the ceiling. The trickles of rain were calming. He took a breath in, and sighed.

It was odd that he wasn't in a joking mood.

He sat up, looking around his room for a moment. He then looked at the window, seeing the rain tackling it made him reminisce on the fights he had with Batman.

He smiled to himself, The pain was so addicting. He walked to the window, staring out at Gotham. No one was civil anymore. Everyone's too busy screaming, fighting with each other.

The Joker looked down at his wrist, it's pain dissolved, leaving a light sting. He decided to count the scars.

He took off his shirt, looking at his body. He wasn't focused on the scars that he earned from Batman, no, he was focused on the ones he gave himself.

He was 'bored' in Arkham Asylum, what could he say? He started counting the ones on his waist, then counting up to his arms. Most were cut to look like smiles. His arms- his body- were covered with scars.

He slipped his shirt back on, and looked back out the window, out at Gotham. "Honestly, Bats. What do you see in these people." The man grumbled quietly.

A/N!!!!!

(Im gonna stop here, because I don't know what to do for this chapter. And I'm trying to keep my books up and running- so- Ye- ;-; I wuv you all :) )