"I wish to protect you till death do us part. I shall be your knight, till now, and forever more."
I was thrown in a dumpster when I was a baby. I had no one to raise me, but when I was knocked unconscious, I was put to deep sleep. Two kind civilians heard my movements in the dumpster and pulled me out while I had woken up at the age of 5.
I questioned why I was disowned by my parents. The doctors at the hospital said I was a completely normal child. It kinda made me sad but at the same time, I couldn't remember what my parents looked like. It's like I popped into the world out of thin air.
When I was 15, I was taken in by two lovely couples. It lasted for 3 years until my foster mom died, my foster dad then became an alcoholic. Before he said anything about kicking me out, I kicked myself out. I knew it would happen, That's probably why I hardly spoke. The doctors and my foster mom taught me how to understand the English language. But I hardly used it, because I made a vow of silence, I used sign language.But here I am, 28 years old, in a mental hospital, in the great Gotham City. Locked up in solidarity confinement, with one toilet, no bed, no light, no sound. Peace.
I made a friend with one of the cellmates nearby, they were oddly kind enough to sneak me a pencil and a mini notebook.
I couldn't quite remember their name, but rather didn't. Because if I did, then I would be haunted by that name. A name that would be on death row.
I wrote on the walls. I wrote poems that a nurse had read to me from a book of poems that she had on her shelf. I loved that book.
One day I read them out loud to myself and remembered every single word. While doing that, I wrote my original poem.'Slaughter the Pigs,
Start with the males,
They will make a good feast,
Start with the Females,
They will make young offspring,
Start with the piglets,
They will make good bait.'I'm probably messed up in the head to make that one. I probably am. Hm.
It's been a while since I've seen the outside. I kinda remember, sometimes I do. I don't like having to think about the reason why I'm in here. In this silent place.
I woke up and felt rough rumbling. I heard a noise. A very loud noise had made its way into my room. It made me go crazy.
A loud noise?! Here!?! Why isn't it quiet anymore!!?? Where is my solitude!!??
I wished that I had never heard that sound. I could almost scream, but I couldn't. There was a loud banging on the walls as if the whole building was about to fall and crumble.
I heard...
Gunshots?
Screaming?
Shouting?
Begging?
.
.
.
Mercy??I heard yelling outside my door.
I put my hands over my head and began to panic. I wanted it to stop. I begged for it to stop. But I wouldn't.
Until I heard whispering behind the door. Talking about me. I ran to the other side of the room and began to climb up the wall and laid my back on the ceiling. *Note: you don't realize you have powers until later on*
An explosion opened my door and a man in purple (Author's Note:*PURPLE GUY!?!*) walked in, very quietly. The loud noises had stopped and all that was left in the room were slow footsteps.
He hummed while having to search for me. As if I were invisible, but he knew I was there. In the very same room.
He then...disappeared?
I stepped up from the ceiling, having to be upside down, too much blood had reached my head. In a quick second, I passed out and fell. I was then quickly caught by a big pair of arms.
I was numb, and I couldn't comprehend what has gonna happen to me.I then went into another deep sleep, dreaming about what home would've been like if I weren't tossed away.
But in the arms of the man that were warm and gentle.I was found.
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A Joker And his Wild Card (Joker x Psycho! Reader)
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