One Shots Galore

Control.

*inspired by Halsey's song, Control, this is an angst one shot of what would have gone down if Dick Grayson had been turned into the Joker.

Because why not, I'm bored.*

They send me away

They hated me. Bruce couldn't even bare to look me in the eye. Huh, some frightening "monster of the night" he was.

To find them a fortune

They had always called me a Charity Case, so perhaps I'd hurt Bruce's pride more than anything?

A chest filled with diamonds and gold

But what did I care, if Bruce hurt? This was all his doing, all his fault!

The house was awake

The nightmares had never gotten better, had they? At night I'd wake up with a scream caught in my throat and guess what, no Bruce.

With shadows and monsters

I'd hallucinated more than once. Seen things that weren't there but yet were. Heard voices at my lowest points.

The hallways they echoed and groaned.

Sometimes rooms would spin uncontrollably, I'd grow faint and feel like I wasn't completely there.

I sat alone in bed till the morning

Sleeping always seemed so difficult when you're on your lonesome and weighed down by tons of emotional baggage.

I'm crying, they're coming for me

When I finally snapped and killed someone (don't remember who) and fell into that vat, I pretended to be dead and then surfaced back into the world, but I was always terrified of being taken to the Asylum.

And I tried to hold these secrets inside me

I didn't know who I was when I returned to the land of the living. But I had the occasional flash back, eventually I figured it out. And then promptly buried it forever in the void that is my mind.

My mind's like a deadly disease.

Toxic treatment of my sanity brought me this crown of madness that sits upon my head. I laugh in the face of death now. But, to be fair, I laugh in everything's face! HAHAHA!

I'm bigger than my body

My criminal gangs reach far beyond the grime of Gotham. I have influence all around the world now.

I'm colder than this home

When I turned sixteen I fondly remember as Bruce kicked me out of the only home I'd know since I was 9, with no remorse, may I add. He deserved all that came his way after that.

I'm meaner than my demons

I'm always told as the ruthless madman, but in truth that's only inside of the many sided coin, my dears. My decent into madness broke me, as it does everyone, but I assure you I'm much worse than just 'ruthless' thank you very much.

I'm bigger than these bones

People all used to claim that I was preposterous. A demented clown? In Gotham? Dear lord! You must be mad! Which is course, is ironic. Considering how huge my empire is now...I'd like to see them deny it, personally.

And all the kids cried out please stop you're scaring me

The looks on those bat freaks faces was absolutely priceless! Even Batsy couldn't believe it! Barbara even tried pleading with me to see sense! Stopping to begging, bat brats, are we? Pathetic.

I can't help this awful energy

When I get into one of my stupors, I tend to...Well, go a bit 'nuts' if you will. Can't help it when they happen. I loose all control and black out. When I wake up, there are quite a lot of corpses.

Goddamn right you should be scared of me

There's not one idiot in this town that doesn't fear the name 'Joker'. You see a Joker card, you're dead the next day. End of story.

Who is in control?

I always seem to be isolated from myself, I have all the weaponry, the know how, and yet my plans always go awry because of someone else.

Well, this sure has been fun, hasn't it?

The Joker, ladies and gentlemen, signing off for his daily dose of mayhem.

Long may your lives end prematurely.

*Click*.