The Love Of Two Psychos

Delusional and Free?

A/N: There will be blood, slight gore, and abuse in this chapter. If you don't like any of the items listed, please feel free to skip this chapter! If the items listed does not bother you, please enjoy.

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I couldn't feel my body. All I could do was stare groggily at the ceiling. My arms crossed behind my back, my skin bleeding, my eyes dripping with tears from the pain. Where was I? Everything ached and it felt even worse when my vision finally cleared.

I groaned softly and moved to my feet, slowly arising and looking around the room. My head spinning. The scenery was not of Arkham ICU, but my childhood bedroom. The room where majority of my life I spent. The room I felt safe within. It was smaller though, the last time I was within these walls was when I was twelve years old.

I heard keys jingling beyond the door, my heart sank. My father was here! My eyes widened, how can this be? He's been dead for the last fourteen years! My thoughts began to swim and I panicked. Rushing to the closet door. Slipping inside.

The door handle rattled and fell out of its hole like all the times before. He was again drunk and this time, felt like the last time. He was here to try and punish me for burning down the school, no. That didn't succeed, what did was I caused enough damage to the locker rooms.

"Where-w-where are you boooy~!?" He spoke sloppily. His words slurred and rough, groggily looking about my old bedroom. "I-I know you're here! So, y-you might as well come-come out and take your beating!"

I hadn't seen my father in years, hell, I couldn't even remember his name! My heart raced as the closet door swung open and my father stood before me. His hair a mess, drill down his chin, his skin ridden with welts and scars from the days of work.

"Why so serious?" He asked huskily. His green eyes narrowing as he yanked me to my feet by my hair and slammed into the wall. A blade clearly showing in his left pocket. "I guess my last punishment wasn't enough."

The smell of alcohol against his breath made it hard for me to breathe. I grit my teeth, "you teach yourself how much more drinks you can handle rather than teach me anything!" I growled trying to tear away from him.

"Let's make that smile wider! Let's make you look more insane than before!" He yanked the blade from his pocket, holding it to my mouth like he had done the night he scarred me for life.

I closed my eyes as tight as I could. Gritting my teeth and trying to ready myself for whatever was going to come. The blade drawing blood but not long enough to where I'd pass out. I open my eyes and see my father just starring at me, the monster had froze.

"You're weak, you always have been! You always will be!" He huffed, slamming the blade right into my gut. Twisting and turning it inside me before yanking it away and look down at his hand. "Look at the mess you made!" The blood started pouring and my stomach started showing.

I looked at him in fear, my body trembling. I needed to wake up! Why couldn't I wake up?!

Mistah J! Mistah J! Get up! Get up, please!

That voice. That sweet sounding voice. Harley.
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Hours passed, it had to have only been minutes but my father returned continuously throughout the night. Reopening my wound and adding more scars to my body. His onslaught wasn't giving in.

I prepared myself this time. He returned for the twelfth time and I had enough. I tackled him and slammed him straight into the floor. Hitting him with every force in my body. When I felt he had enough I took off, running through the front door and looking about, I was in an empty void. A long black door standing before me.

I could hear my father calling for me to return. Whatever was going on in the real world, it had to have been better than my past world. I grabbed the door knob and twisted it. Rushing through the door where everything was silent.

I tried to move but I wasn't getting anywhere. My eyes slowly opened, bright light was over my eyes. It hurt to look at it. When everything cleared up I noticed I was back in my cell. Alone. No voices to be heard even from the halls. What happened?