Asylum

Hey guys! So this is a little one shot based off of the Arkham Knight. If I get enough votes and comments then I may turn this into a story!

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I sat, curled up in a ball on my broken mattress, staring at the wooden door that was ready to fall off its hinges. I sat terrified. I was terrified because behind that stupid old door was that long, trashed dimly lit hallway that led down to a set of metal double doors. And behind those doors, was my fathers newly designated torture room.

I had been sitting here every day, for six months listening to the screams of Robin, Batman's "sidekick." My father, The Joker, was relentless. Everyday some new way of inflicting pain was brought upon the poor soul behind those doors.

I utterly despised everything my so called "family" stood for. My "step mother" was Harley Quinn, and had demanded that I looked the part and represented my family properly. Which lead to my appearance now. She dyed my hair a dark purple and forced me to wear pure white skin makeup all over my face and any exposed skin. This also lead to thick eyeliner and bloody red lips. I was also forced into low cut green tutu's, and severely exposing green and purple corsets, accompanied by striped tights and leather boots. I'm only eighteen.

I had no say in my appearance or life. Even when my father thought I would look prettier with a carved smile in my cheeks. I can still remember the pain as clear as day.

A sudden loud knock on my door caused me to stiffen, my back going ram rod straight. "Sweetie open the door!" My fathers voice sang childishly. I fearfully stood up from my bed and made my way across the creaking floorboards. My hand shakily took the knob and twisted, opening the door up.

"Dearest Lana, could you please go visit our guest, clean him up a bit for Daddy? His blood is starting to stink up our lovely home." My father asked, his voice holding a sickly sweet tone.

"Of course." I replied, faking a bright smile. I closed my door behind me and went to head down the hallway, trying to leave him as soon as possible, until his hand wrapped around my wrist.

"And do remember, if he asks you your name how are you to reply?" He asks, testing me.

"My name is The Marionette." I replied in a soft voice.

"Such a good girl. Off you go princess!" He called cheerfully as I turned away, rushing towards the dreaded double doors. I quickly yanked both open and let them swing closed, taking a breath of relief and instantly regretting it. The room smelled coppery, as if the walls had been painted in blood.

In the center of the room was a boy, he was tied up to a chair with barbed wire, a bag was over his head and wore his Robin uniform. A puddle of blood had gathered beneath him.

I slowly approached him, my boots thudding against the ground softly as I neared him. His body began shifting making me freeze as his head was moving towards the direction in which I stood.

"Batman?" He called out softly, his voice sounded tired and cautious but was laced with hope.

"N-no." I stuttered out.

"Who are you?" He asked, fear ringing in his words and he began shifting in his chair trying to move and get away.

"Shh! Your making too much noise, The Joker will come back if you keep doing that." I whisper yelled and came closer as his body stilled.

"I'm The Marionette, reluctant daughter of The Joker." I said softly and pulled the stupid bag off of his head. My eyes widened in shock and my hands clasped themselves over my mouth.