Shattered Pieces

Chapter 17

Joker groaned as an alarm went off in his ear, making sure he was louder than the alarm.
"I know, I know. Shut up."

Bruce leaned over Joker to turn off the alarm.
"I was talking to you."
Joker went quiet, moving his face out of the pillow.
"You'll get used to it."
Bruce chuckled, turning on the T.V.
"No, I won't."
"Trust me, you will be sleeping through the alarm in no time."
He kissed Joker's head before sitting up, walking into his closet to find some clothes. The news played in the background to Joker's annoyance. It grabbed his attention as they talked about Batman. Nothing new, the usual crime-stopping. Joker groaned as his face was invaded by another kiss.
"You can join me in the shower if you wish."
Bruce chuckled, ruffling Joker's hair before walking into the bathroom. Joker continued to lay there, face red with blush. He hated when Bruce did that.

A week and a half. That's how long he has been here. Brought in on Saturday. Today was Thursday of the second week and he was already getting annoyed by Bruce. They've gotten closer and closer but boy can he be a pain in the ass. Batman is a rare sight, usually only upstairs for a second before passing out, Bruce there the next morning. Bruce would often wake up to nightmares. People that couldn't be saved. His parents specifically. Some nights he would be dodgy, leaving bed, seemingly trying to avoid Joker.

Joker was half asleep by the time Bruce got out of the shower, staring tiredly at the man in front of him. His eyes locked onto a scar on his shoulder, caused by a bullet. His ears rang, the loud bang of a gun being fired filled the air. He watched as the hand keeping him from falling let go, staring at the shadowed figure. A scream echoed around him, a gasp escaping his lungs before he hit the vat underneath him.
"Jay!"
"H-Huh?"
"Are you alright?"
"Y-Yeah."
Joker looked around confused.
When did Bruce get clothes on?
He shrugged it off, figuring he zoned out.
"Alright..."
Bruce kissed him as he finished tying his tie.
"Are you going back to sleep?"
Joker nodded.
"Alright. Call Alfred for breakfast this time. Just because you think you can make a pancake doesn't mean you can."
"Jerk."
"Love you too."
Bruce smirked, slicking his hair back into place before heading downstairs. Joker stared at the door, thinking about that night.

A man ran across metal bridges, panting behind a red helmet. Panic would be written all over his face if it could be seen. Gunshots were heard in the distance, followed by incoherent yelling.
Why did they have to make me wear this mask!?
The masked figure continued to run, turning every which way. He was a rat stuck in a maze, vats of chemicals underneath every step. ACE Chemical Plant. They wanted him to help rob it. He didn't want to but they forced him. Just as he turned the corner he was cut off, a black figure standing in his way. His breathing became erratic as more panic filled his mind, backing away from the creature.
"I didn't do anything!"
He begged, but the shadow kept coming. His foot caught on the crappy cape he was given as part of the costume, tripping. His back collided with the railing as he fell, the weak structure collapsing. He thought he was dead but a tight grip around his wrist gave him hope.
"Freeze!"
His heart sank with fear.
Bang!
His hand slipped.
"No!"
He fell, the chemicals surrounding him.
It burns.
Burning away fabric.
Burning away sanity.

Burning away memories.
It burns.

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