Two Threads of the Same Stitch

Joker's Intro

3rd POV

Joker is all alone in Arkham Asylum bound by a straight jacket. He is on a cold metal bed in a room that is almost pitch black, except for a half broken flickering light.

"Hahahahahaha......hahahahaha......" Joker's laughter slowly fades in to soft tears. He's been trapped in Arkham Asylum so long that he's completely lost himself. He's lost his laughter, his jokes, his charisma...he's lost everything. "Let me out....please! Please let me out..." He cry's, while banging his head against the cell door. "Please!!! I'm so lonely.....it's so lonely in here." He whines as his cry's of frustration builds up inside him. "PLEASE I WANT TO GET OUT!!" His voice now turning into a high pitched screams of frantic desperation. The cell door opens, and two big muscular guards walk in with something in their hands. "Oh thank you, thank you, please let me ou-" before Joker can finish, he gets hit in the head with a blunt object. He falls to the floor groaning in agony as blood runs down his face along with his salty tears. The guards keep hitting his emaciated body until his screams of pain subside, and there is nothing but silence.

When he finally does go quiet, the guards leave his dimly lit room, firmly locking the door behind them. Joker lays on the floor silently crying and shaking. "I just want to be let out.....I'm alone....I want to change...." Joker sniffles. Joker trys to get back on the bed by pushing himself up with his shoulders, but his head quickly starts spinning and he tumbles back down, hitting his head once more. However, he dares not to scream in case the guards come back again. After a few minutes he tries to roll over on his back, but soon realizes he cant. "Hahaha broken a rib this time huh?" He says to himself remaining on the cold damp floor. After hours of trying later, he finally manages to get onto the cold metal bed. He lays down on the hard rustic metal, staring at the flickering light. His wet tears overtake him again, staining his face with tears and blood. "When will I get out of here..?" He croaks softly as he crys himself to a painful sleep. He whispers one final thing before subcoming to the loss of blood and drowsiness.
"Help me someone please...."