The Joker Made Me Do It

Chapter seven.

Dick placed me on my feet and helped me up the stairs to the bedroom. He wanted me to get some exercise and rebuild the muscle in my legs so I could walk on my own again. He said it shouldn't take too long. I just had to get used to it again.

The butler man followed us to the room with a new bowl of soup. It was chicken noodle soup and the mans name was Alfred, Dick told me.

I didn't say much to anyone as Dick fed me. I felt like a loser since I couldn't feed myself. "We have to build up that arm muscle too." he told me.

I ate about half the bowl of soup before feeling full. 'Wow... Feeling full. That's a new one.'

Dick pulled out a cellphone and dialed a number. "Yeah, Bruce? Can I take her to the gym? Cool, bye." He hung up and looked over at me with an evil, playful grin. "This should be fun." He giggled. 'Oh great.' I sighed. He took my hand and practically dragged me out of the bed and to the gym. 'Jeez, they have everything in this house, don't they?'

He sat me on a bench and pulled out a one pound dumbbell. He placed it on my lap. "Lift it. Ten times. Each arm." 'What, does he really think I'm that weak? God.' I picked up the weight off my lap and he watched me with a smirk as I began to pull it up with my arm flexing. It was pretty easy. He sat next to me and the smirk never left his face.

"What?" I laughed quietly. Maybe these people weren't so bad.

His nose wrinkled a little. "Nothing." His smirk to a grin that stretched as wide across his face as mine. I liked that.

I struggled slightly to pick up the weight, shaking a little just as I did with the soup spoon, but I managed to do all ten on each arm. "Done." I said with a grunt.

"Great!" He exclaimed taking the weight from me and placing another in my hands. It was two pounds. "Do ten more."

I sighed. 'This is going to be a long night.' I managed five for each hand, then did five more on each. Doing ten straight through was too hard. 'Wow. I really am pretty weak.' We could only get me to three pounds, but hey, it was progress.

"Come on," Dick said. "We've got to get you walking around." I giggled, maybe a little too much.

'Hey Claire.' I heard and Dick helped me around the room in circles. We would do a couple laps and sit. Then do some more and repeat the process over and over again. It was pretty tiring. 'Claireeeee.' I didn't answer.

'CLAIRE!' My face froze and so did the rest of my body. I sunk to the ground like a sack of potatoes. Dick pulled me up with a strong, steady arm.

"Claire?"

'Don't you answer him.' 'Shut up you damn clown.' 'You ought to listen to me Claire, or I'll kill him just like I killed your poor little old grandmother.' I put all of my weight on Dick and stared up at him with a smile on my face. An un intended smile at that.

"You did what?" I said out loud. 'Thats right. You should have heard her scream.' He snickered in my ear. Blood flashed across my vision and the screams of my grandmother pierced my ears. I let out a terrified laughter.

"Claire?" Dick repeated.

No answer. 'She had it coming for her.' 'But I thought you said I was random? You would've picked anyone.' He laughed. 'Dearie, you're right. You were random. But I'm using you.' My eyes filled with shock. What was real? What wasn't? My face was turning blue, I couldn't breathe the room was swirling around me. I laughed.

"Oh I get it now!" I gasped. "You can read me! Like my memories!" I laughed even more, gasping for air. Dick screamed for Bruce in his phone which has somehow gotten in his hand while he still held me up.

"Oh dearie, you've really outdone yourself this time." My eyes rolled back into my head as I saw my grandmother on the floor lying in a pool of blood. She reached her arm out toward me in a cry for help and then her lips turned into a smile. It was unrealistic, the way it stretched her face. She laughed and I laughed harder. My laughs became coughs of blood as my body began to convulse.

"Oh grandma! Why are you laughing? It's not even funny!" The scene turned morbid, bugs crawling out of her eyes, tongue slivering like a snake. The blood trickled down my shirt. "Grandma stop! I can't stop laughing!"

"BRUCE!!" Dick screamed into the hall. He laid me on the floor and cradled my head on his lap. I was having a one way conversation, dick couldn't hear the other end.

"Grandma-mu...ma-

My laughter was cut short to the sharp prick in my arm. I heard the scuffling of feet and the whooshing motion of being picked up. I felt sick. Vomit came up and went all over my face, half of it blood, the other half the soup from earlier. My eyes were white, face purple, lips cold. I stopped laughing.

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Ooohhhhh short chapter!! It's all dramatic, but what's going to happen next? It looks like she's dead right? She might be... Who knows, maybe she's really not?

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