The New Me

I Don't Even Know Anymore

I laid on the floor, until I heard someone run over felt a hand on my arm, but I quickly lifted my legs over my head, placed my feet on the sides of their head, and flipped them to the nice, carpeted floor. I then jumped up, and placed my foot on their forehead.

"Where am I?" I asked.

"You're at my place. Can you get off?"

It was the guy from the hospital... great. I waited a few seconds, before finally getting off him. He stood up, and stared down at me. I turned around, and showed the handcuffs.

"Can you take these off?"

"Take what off?" He asked looking at me confused.

"The handcuffs."

"They've been off. When you got here I took them off."

I slowly turned around and looked at him confused. Then I felt my hands fall to my sides.

"......oh.....bye!"

I walked away from him, and headed out of the room, and down this hallway. He called out for me, but I ignored him. I had to get out of here- and fast. My whole plan was ruined due to this guy...well not really  but- lets just say it was his fault.

"I can help you find her." The annoying voice spoke up, making me freeze in my steps.

I felt a hand on my shoulder, so I spun around as I grabbed it, and pushed him against the wall face first. I held him against the wall by the back of his neck.

"Repeat that." I demanded.

"The paramedics said when they were transporting you to the hospital, you were mumbling about your mom."

"Alright, I'm going to tell you right now- do NOT mention her EVER again. You got that? You know NOTHING about her- nor can you help me in any way. So drop the subject right now, or I will find a way to get the batman on your ass."

"Something tells me he wont do that." He pushed.

"I'll find a way to persuade him."

"You sure?"

I stayed silent. Before I could say anything, I was thrown against the wall; hitting my head.

It was dark. My head throbbed, and I couldn't see straight. I was outside in a dark alley. It was raining. I mister been out for a while, because my clothes were soaked. As I looked around, I could tell I wasn't myself. My arms- they were covered in black material, and my hands had white gloves covering them. They were burned.

"Hello?" I called out. "Anyone?"

Then as I walked forward, I saw...me?  How? It was me, Deadshot, and the rest of the idiots that won't be name at the moment. I was cold. My hands shaking from the lack of warmth.

The setting changed. I was now in a dark room. There were chains around the room. My arms weren't movable. The only thing I could hear was a soft voice. It was a female voice. It was saying one name...Joker.

It echoed in the room, but then continued.

"You did this! This is your fault! He-...he was the only one I thought cared about me...-How could you?!"

I then heard my name being called out. It overlapped the soft one. My vision went blurry once again, and my ears rang.

I looked around to see I was in a hallway. Bruce was kneeling next to me with a concerned look on his face.