The Joker Made Me Do It

Chapter eight

I've been feeling quite busy with school and all lately, so I'll write more tomorrow after school.

Love you all!

<3 Tess

Sweet dreams tonight!

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My eyes snapped open to see a familiar flowered blanket, polkadot rug, and hot pink walls. I looked down in horror at the blue dress spread over me and looked across the room to the mirror, expecting to see a smiling face back at me. But it wasn't smiling. In fact, it was frowning and terrified. But wait? Where were the scars? Where were the rugged lines along my cheeks?

Then a clown came into the room with a familiar cackle dressed in a purple suit and green vest and hair as green as my eyes. His red grin opened to reveal his yellow teeth. In his hand was a knife, covered in blood. It dripped on the floor.

"No! No!" I screamed and looked back in the mirror. The beautiful face was gone and a bloody smile filled it's. "Why are you doing this to me?" I cried. "Why?"

"I would've picked any girl who came around the corner dearie!"

He advanced toward me. "NOOOOO!!"

I woke up screaming, hands holding me down.

"Claire! It's okay!" I saw Dick's face staring at mine and Bruce's next to his. My breathing slowed and they let go of me cautiously. I calmed down and brought a hand to my face. It ran over the lumps of the scars on each cheek and a silent tear rolled over one.

"No." I whispered. I turned my head to look at the wall and let my eyes gaze over the yellow wallpaper along the side. 'Who uses wallpaper anymore.' Two hands laid over mine. They were large and strong. I knew they were Dick's.

"What happened?" I asked, not bothering to turn back to him. His thumbs smoothed my hands as Bruce spoke for him.

"You had a seizure. You'll be fine though. You just need to... Rest." He seemed unsure and unhappy. 'Wow, he really does have a pole up his ass, doesn't he?' "Your face is still a little blue though. So keep calm and try to breath normally."

I tensed up a bit. My hands clenched in Dick's. 'Great, a blue face. As if I couldn't look ever more like a monster.'

Dick could sense my strain and whispered in my ear, "I think blue suits you. It compliments your hair." I giggled a little. Colleges boys had a way with words... College! I had forgotten all about college!

I rolled back over with a stiff grunt of pain. 'Ouch. Gotta watch the quick movements.' "What do I do about college?? My classes! My teachers! MY GRADES!" I moaned with disappointment. Who was I kidding. I couldn't go out in public like this. My grin would for sure repel people. 'Hey at least your face is protection. You won't be pregnant any time soon.' I actually laughed at that. Bruce's face was confused, but Dick waved it off. He knew it was nothing.

"It's summer vacation," Bruce stated with a growl. "You're staying with us." I didn't argue with the millionaire. I had no where to go anyway. I swore Dick's face lit up like a Christmas tree when he said that, but only for a moment.

I looked down to my clothing. I was wearing a blue tank top and fuzzy pajama pants. 'Blue clothes, blue skin. Great. I probably looked like that girl, Violet, from Charlie and The Chocolate Factory.' I chuckled. 'Ha, I have a great sense of humor.' Then I thought for a moment about what I was wearing. I had a bra and everything on... "Why do they even have girl clothes?"