Mischief and Madness

9

I had my own hiding place, it was an abandoned fun house on the end of a pier. The only company I had were rats and rotted animatronics of clowns. I walked up the twirling slide, brittle with age. I came to the top and sat there, my father had no clue how my mind functioned he couldn't even see a genius plan that had been staring him in the face. It seems like he is slipping slightly.

I stood up and walked to the ruined animatronic devil head, the wires long removed, it was nothing but a shell, I found my headless doll, and lay down with it in my arms, I curled my legs up into my torso as a shiver danced down my spine. I could hear sirens as they raced past on the high way, the waves lapping at the harbour wall, it was soothing and I soon found myself drifting off.

What I had hoped for was nice dreams but however I don't think I could be so lucky. I dreamt that I had a normal life with Joker and Harley. They weren't crazy, I went to a normal school' no craziness, no hyenas but chihuahuas, Robin was a normal boy and we were riding together, I looked at myself in the mirror and I was in a uniform, I was screaming but I screamed myself awake. I was still in my funhouse, but I could hear boots walking around the place. I could hear their breathing, I retreated further into the head, but the boots clicked and clacked right in front of me.

"Phantom, I won't hurt you, it's your uncle two face." He called. I reached for the gun on my hip.

"H...how do I know?" I stuttered.

"Because your father sent me to find you." He answered. My gut was telling me not to believe him, but then again it was saying he was somehow telling the truth.

"Phantom be careful." I told myself as I began to emerge.

"You know they say that talking to yourself is the first sign of madness, but..." he pauses lighting his cigarette. "You would already know that." I heard a click and the barrel of a gun resting on the nape of my neck.

"I knew it!" I snarled.

"Now Phantom, you're not going to fight me are you?" He asked pushing the guns barrel deeper hurting my head. I shook my head. "Good." He said ruffling my hair with his other hand, which then grasped a handful of my hair dragging my head back, by now the gun was dropped and a knife was pressed to my throat.

"Since the Joker took something from me, I will take something from him." He dug the knife into my throat, I felt myself gasping for breath, blood began to trickle down my neck.

"Stop!" A voice announced. It was a deep male voice, I couldn't see anyone except for a single red light, two face didn't listen but carried on dragging the knife across my throat. "I said stop." He demanded walking into the light, I knew what was happening around me, I was falling a shot rang out and then someone caught me.

"Deadshot?" I gurgled.