Joker x The Riddler

Chapter 1

Within the cold darkness of his containment cell, he was trapped once again. It was as if the dark knight was waiting for them, and knew the plan all too well. Now, he was going to be stuck here. He couldn't escape on his own, so he was going to wait until some group in Arkham Asylum would break him out.

He kept his face down, his expression almost pained as he sat in silence, his orange uniform being the only other thing he could see that wasn't grey. He couldn't help but think of how pitiful he must look, not to mind the embarrassment and humiliation he'd face if they knew how he slipped up in the plan. Oh how they would taunt him.

He was already looked down on by the other inmates, and he felt another shove would be the end of his life as he knew it.

His mind wondered as he stared off endlessly into the grey, his mind growing bored and imprinting different shapes onto it. All his mind could focus on was the shame that would overwhelm him the next morning. He wouldn't be able to face Joker with all the embarrassment.

The more he thought, the closer to crying he got. He wished a black hole would swallow him up, just so he didn't have to face his reality. He already hated it here, and with a new enemy to watch for, he would certainly die this time.

He was nearly nodding off when a sound caught his attention, turning his head towards the door with confusion. That alarm meant someone had broken out of their cell, and he could hear quite a lot of commotion running his way.

Another escape already? But he just got here. Who was doing this? And what were the chances he would be let out with the others? He doubted many knew he was back, and expected to be left to suffer his time here again.

The sound got almost painfully loud just outside his door, and with a fiddle of his door, it suddenly slammed open, attacking his eyes with light and revealing the tall man on the other side.

"Did'ja miss me, riddle-boy?" The titter-y voice asked, approaching him quickly.

"N-No!" He shook his head, attempting to shrink away from the imposing figure.

"Well, we're getting out of this old place! You don't want to be left behind, do 'ya?"

"I-I dunno. W-We just got here!"

"Yes or no! Two seconds!"

"F-Fine!"

The figure then stretched out it's hand, grabbing him by the chain of his handcuffs, and forcing to him feet, causing him to stumble, but keeping up as he was rushed out of the room, into the bright hallway of rushing and shouting inmates.

He didn't have much time to think, only being pulled along and quickly out of each room he went in. They followed the crowd, and with seemingly little time to pass, they were approaching the easy exit, a few familiar faces rushing past until they made it into the equally cold outside.

Even though he was free, it didn't feel like freedom. Joker might even keep him prisoner, and he'd have another problem to deal with.