Twisted [BatJokes]

Chapter 6

WARNING: Self harm mention

--Batman--

Joker has been a little different since he's been back but after a few days he's gone mostly back to normal. I have yet again found him reading upside down, Joker hasn't been very open about things though. A few more criminals, who did not listen and did not hide, have gone missing... Mr. Freez and Scarecrow. Joker has been a huge help with his knowledeg of the other criminals and figuring out who connects them all. Joker and Alfred have gotten close and Joker in his bordom likes to help Alfred around the place.

Joker and I sit in the Batcave, I have also given Joker back his guns. Joker lays back in his chair, flipping his guns as he portrays a dramatic bordem. "How you do this all day and night!? I can barrely cook an egg that takes two minutes without losing my mind!" Joker yells looking at me as I sit at the computer.

I turn to Joker and ask. "Is that why you don't cook?" Joker sighs and places his elbows on his knees while holding his head with his hands, each with a gun.

"Kind of... It usualy helped me focuse but... The last time I actualy cooked I somehow found myself bleeding over the sink and in a full anxiety attack." Joker says hesitantly while avoidning eye contact. Joker pulls of his gloves and rolls up his sleeve slightly to reveal healed scars.

Joker gives a sad laugh. "Hiding behind a mask and saying I was normal realy didn't help my mental state... Then after a while my attention span shurnk by a lot as my crazy took over." Joker places back on his gloves and rolls his sleeves back down.

"I know a thing or two about how that feels..." I say not realy realizing I had said it allowed until it was already too late. The Joker gives me a confused look.

--Joker--

Bruce quickly realizes what he had said and turns back around in his chair as I stand. "What do you mean by that?" I ask and Bruce ignores me as I walk up to his chair.

I pull Bruces chair and make him look at me while placing a hand on each arm rest to make sure he couldn't turn his chair on me. "Don't ignore me, tell me! I told you my sicret now you tell me what you're hiding in that bat brain of yours!"

Bruce stands pushing me back gently so he could walk over to his gadget table. I follow him. "It's nothing..." Bruce says with an irritated tone as I lean on the table next to him.

"Oh come on, you can't just drop a bomb like that and not exspect me to ask questions." I say and Bruce sighs after closing his eyes. Bruce looks back to me. "Fine... I grew up after the death of my parents pretending I was fine... I acted more like an adult than most adults while at age 11. I never was realy me until I became Batman, something that could prevent what happened to me from happening to others and more. Happy?!" Bruce says walking back to the computer.

I can't help but smile. I actualy didn't exspect him to crack so easily. Batsy can still surprise you even after so long, that's why I always liked fighting him. Fighting him never got boring.

Looks like me and the Bat have a lot more in common than I thought.
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