Numb: The Absence Of Feeling

A baby?

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I was surrounded by darkness while my body was numb. Her voice circled around in my head. Baby...blood....I tried to move but I couldn't feel anything. What's going on? I asked myself. I noticed a faded white light increasing in size along with a powerful force dragging me to the light. A large white palm was placed over my mouth. It smelt almost metallic. I felt the urge to scream but I was too tired to make a sound as a powdered white face grinned from ear to ear with blood red lips and green hair. The Joker placed a finger over his grinning mouth then stroked my cheek. 

My heart was pounding against my rib cage. "Deary do me a favor and bring me my new toys will you?"

I tried to force any movement, even a finger twitch but nothing came. I couldn't muster even a whimper as they shined a light into my eyes. Move (Y/n), he picked up a painted red scalpel covered in smiley face stickers then dragged it across my thigh, black liquid that looked like tar  trickled down my leg, I felt no pain. He walked away leaving me standing with my arms chained up on either side of my face then came back with a club with a sad face sticker. Joker raised the club over his shoulder, he still smiled with....enjoyment and pleasure.

MOVE DAMN IT!! I felt my body thrash around violently in my chains yanking them from out the wall and quickly running over to pick up the scalpel. Their blood on my hands, that's what I wanted, I wanted revenge but as much I wanted their blood on my hands, I couldn't kill them. They'll pay for what they've done but I won't stoop down to their level. That's what Batman has thought me. Without warning I felt a sharp pain on the side of my neck I could feel something flow through my veins. Instantly my body felt heavy, crumbling to the ground as my vision returned to darkness.

I let my eyes readjust to the suddenly bright room I was in, I was in a soft bed, a plane white room with a small TV in the top corner of it. I was in a hospital bed. White sheets laid over my body, my arms and legs handcuffed and to the bed. I felt trapped, like I was in my coffin, I needed to get out. A small plastic bag of clothes sat in a chair, in front of me was a tray of food and a pack of  opened cigarettes. Jason sat in the chair watching TV. He looked stressed, strained but relieved that I woke up. I felt bad that I was putting him under all this stress. "So much for our date night." I muttered.

"Jesus gorgeous at least tell me when you plan to do something like that." He raised out of the chair and walked over to my bedside and played with my hair.

I managed a weak smile then asked, "What happened?" I twisted my wrists that were handcuffed to the bed side along with my ankles, "can you get me out of these?"

"Hold on," he took out a bobby pin from my purse, sliding it into the keyhole of the handcuffs. The handcuffs made click clack sound before they opened up around my wrists and ankles. Jason sat on my bed peeling a orange for me to eat. "Good to see that you're in a good mood. Remember anything?" He asked.

"Sort of I remember our date night plans then going food shopping and seeing Harley there? She said some stuff to me and I had a dream about them....torturing me..then it's kinda a blur." I didn't even believe what I just said, the idea of seeing someone so powerful and insane at a normal public place was really hard to believe. It was like seeing the president in the mall eating a hot pretzel with the CIA. Never gonna happen.

He was silent for a while and cursed under his breath. "I knew that this was a bad idea, I never should've put you in danger. I only know a little from what the EMT's told me." He handed my the orange and continued, "The EMT's found you passed out on the supermarket floor they said you were rambling under your breath. "