Shattered Pieces

Chapter Two

Blood dripped onto the cement floor, mixing with the dry puddles already there. Joker laid there unconscious, bleeding from too many places to track. He slowly came to, wiping his nose when he felt something wet. He stared at the blood on his hand before weakly dragging himself to the cot. He climbed onto it, the cold steel helping to sooth some of his bruises. On his wrists a rope dug into the skin, tight enough that he could barely move his hands without feeling agony. He examined the room for what felt like the millionth time, but nothing changed. The only thing in the cell was a cot and a bucket. He frowned, shutting his eyes to try and ignore the pain. He could barely remember what happened, every time they hurt him becoming a blur. It was either for fun or he pissed them off, but he couldn't tell which were which. He thought about his escape once again. It wasn't the first try and it definitely won't be his last.

Bruce Wayne sighed as he returned home from work. Meeting after meeting after meeting... It was a relief to finally relax. He kicked his shoes off and hurried up to his room to get dressed into something more comfortable, quickly discarding the choking tie and shirt. As he came downstairs he met up with Alfred.
"Hello Master Bruce, how was work today?"
"Boring, as always."
Bruce chuckled softly. He took the coffee from the tray Alfred was holding, thanking him before taking a sip. He sighed and began to head to the Batcave.
"I'll be in the cave if you need me."

Bruce sat at the computer and got to work, making sure nobody has escaped from Arkham or Blackgate. He wanted to make sure he knew who he would be dealing with tonight.
Why hasn't he escaped yet...
Bruce thought. He quickly shook his thoughts away.
I'm not worried about him, I'm worried about Gotham.
He lied to himself. He finished his coffee before leaning back in his seat. He couldn't get Joker off his mind.
Is he really there for good? Is he planning something? What if something bad happened to him...
He sighed loudly and ran a hand over his face. He had to stop this mindset. He got up, deciding to watch the news to clear his mind. Maybe he would visit Joker soon.