Unsuspecting Hero (Batjokes)

Chapter 18

Gordon set up the interrogation room in the Batcave, as Joker sat in the chair next to one of the microphones. "Okay, you ready?" Jim asked, sitting in the chair opposite Joker.

"Sure" Joker mumbled, voice dejected as he thought over what he would say. 

"Okay, I'm starting the recording now" Gordon spoke, a small click sounding in the quietness of the room to indicate he had done as he had said. "This is Jim Gordon, police chief of the GCPD and I am here with..."

"Joker" The clown spoke softly, hearing the shake of his voice with a slight grumble.

"Okay. Start from the beginning" Jim recommended, leaning back in his seat for Joker to begin. 

"Yeah, okay" Joker sighed, fiddling with his thumbs underneath the table. "I was in the middle of a bank heist two months ago when I was snuck up upon and wacked across the head by Harvey Dent. I had passed out on impact, and had woken up chained by the ceiling by my arms and feet" Joker began, heart hammering in his chest.

"Different location?"

"Yes" Joker nodded to the question. "At the abandoned warehouse at the lake district. Harv was angry. The bank heist I had held, I had 'stolen' from him, he had said. I just saw the opportunity and took it. Not my fault he wasn't fucking creative" Joker rolled his eyes at the memory, before continuing. "The first few days were fine. Just beating me and mocking me when he felt like it, as some kind of revenge. I could take that, I was used to that"

"But then he come back different, like something had snapped in him and he had realized the potential he had in keeping me there. In breaking me. He said as much, how he wanted me broken and used and pliable. The next couple days were just him trying to figure out the kind of pain he could inflict that I wouldn't enjoy. Burning, drowning, branding, the lot. I'm a big boy, though, I can take all of that"

"But then he found a few weaknesses. He found that raping me and electro therapy were the best ways to go. He tried different things, experimenting with the weaknesses in all the ways he could, finding the most effective"

"Let's talk about the electro therapy first" Jim invited, humming softly as he reached into his pocket for a cigarette. He held one out to Joker, who gladly took one. "Yeah, Okay" Joker spoke softly, holding the bud of the cancer stick in front of Gordon's lighter, taking a long drag out of it once it was lit. Gordon did the same, both men relaxing into their chairs as the conversation continued.

"The first thing he tried was the kind they do at Arkham. Just an electro chair, upping the dosages bit by bit. Then he tried starting the dosage at the max right off the bat. They weren't really affective, though" Joker chuckled, rolling the cig through his fingers before taking another drag. "Then he tried attaching the small electro clamps to the sensitive parts of my body. My nipples, my cock, inner thighs, those kinds of places"

"And how did that work?" Jim asked, expression unreadable at all of the information he was being fed. Joker huffed, looking away as he thought about how to answer. "...better, for what he wanted to achieve. He once left the electricity pumping through me all night and though I don't remember much of it, I remember it was agony. Left my body so sensitive even the slightest movement made me feel dizzy. The worst one, though, was the metal rods"

"and those were...?" Gordon asked after a small silence, sensing Joker's unwillingness to answer. Jim thought he might just refuse the question, but was pleasantly surprised when Joker answered. "...He had drilled two holes into my skull, just deep enough to reach the brain. He kept me awake for it too, the sadistic bastard" Joker growled, crushing the cigarette slightly with the pressure his fingers squeezed, but he didn't let it deter him from finishing the small stick.