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Griggs//45.

Info:The Joker decides to take revenge on Captain Griggs after he abused and tortured Harley. This is set after Harley gets rescued from Belle Reve.-
Warning: Dark content ahead.

<<<Griggs P.O.V>>>

I could feel the rapid pulse of my veins in my head as a nauseous feeling overcame me. My throat stung and my head pounded with an aching headache, not like any I have ever had. My palms were wet and I could feel beads of sweat begin to roll down the back of my neck. My eyes soon began to part, but the world around me began to swirl and my vision became blurry. The sickening feeling in my stomach began to grow and suddenly I coughed up all the remains of my food to the side. They were projected all over the floor as I choked on my own breath.

My arms and feet were strapped to a hard chair, restraining my movement as I soon began to scan the area. The room was lit with a small overhanging lightbulb above my head, casting an eery shadow across the rest of the room. I couldn't see any walls, just a cold metal floor. My head began to swarm with worried thoughts, my eyes frantically looked around the warehouse-type room for anyone who could help, or a way out. But the rest of the room sat in darkness, not a single soul in sight.

My lips parted to speak but no words came out. My mouth was bone dry and my throat stung whenever I attempted to form any sentences. Only hoarse and desperate groans and whines came out. It felt like a nightmare, not being able to move or scream for help. Maybe it was a nightmare? I couldn't remember anything else from before, as if I had completely blacked out.

Soon enough my mouth became less dry and I was able to speak but only in low whispers. "Hello?" My voice echoed throughout the large empty space. I shook in the chair, hoping I could loosen the restraints or escape but to no avail. They were very tight and I could feel bruises begin to form at my ankles and wrists.

The hairs on the back of my neck began to stand as a sinister and dark chuckle echoed throughout the room. My blood ran cold at the infamous and recognisable tone. The Joker. I instantly began to shake and squirm in the chair, my mind becoming numb with fear as the only thought that ran through my head was to escape.

I looked around frantically, until a glimmer in front of me caught my eye. His metallic grill appeared in the light, followed by his ruby red lips. Grinning mockingly at my direction. My ears began to ring with the sound of my heartbeat. He stepped forward into the light, the sound of a switchblade causing me to freeze. He wore a purple tuxedo, with a green matching shirt and shoes. The metal of the sharp blade shimmered in the light as the click of his footsteps grew. The beat of my heart grew louder with each agonising step he took.

His eyes were wild and unpredictable as he stared at me, his wide grin was skin-crawling.
His vibrant green hair was slicked back without a strand out of place.

"We meet again." His voice was cheery but dark at the same time as he emphasised the word 'again' just to prolong this terrifying experience.

"J-J-Jo..." The word would not form, as if my brain had stopped working completely and had given up.

I'm almost sure his grin grew wider, if that was even possible, at the sound of my pathetic stuttering. "J-J-J-J-JOKER!" He bellowed causing me to jump in the seat at his sudden raise in tone. It didn't help that you could hear the chair screech across the ground at my sudden movements. He howled in laughter, head raised to the ceiling as he clutched his stomach tightly.