The Joker's eyelids twitch as he lie in the bed dreaming. Something had happened to him since that tumor was removed. It had unlocked so many more regressed memories. Most of them weren't very plesant, and he hated re-experiencing them. But the subconscious wasn't something that he couldn't control. Most of the memories came to him in his dreams. Leaving him to wonder if they were memories or merely dreams. They came as random flashes that didn't seem to always hold any real purpose.
Perhaps they held no important meaning to him because they were all a part of his past. It wasn't as if he could go back and change anything. He couldn't rewrite his own history. The Joker rarely thinks of the past. He wasn't a man tied down with regrets. Regrets were a part of the past, and the Joker didn't live in the past. But Jack did. And unfortunately, the Joker had to be subjected to Jack's regrets and weaknesses, for the two of them used the same brain.
(Dreaming)
It had been raining that day, making the city look darker and more murky than usual. Valerie and her son, Jack, wait at the train station for the train. It soon arrives and is right on time. Valerie, in a hurry, grabs Jack's hand and practically drags him onto the train. Luckily, there were a few empty seats, meaning they at least wouldn't have to stand. Jack doesn't know where they're going, but he knew the transit routes. They were aboard the D train, and it went downtown. So Jack figures that Valerie's destination was downtown. He knew better than to ask her. Due to all the stops the train had to make , it would take them about forty five minutes to get there.
Valerie stares out of the train window with a scowl on her face. Her leg nervously bounced in anticipation. Jack knew she was desperately craving for her drug of choice. Jack remains very still and very quiet. He knew how angry Valerie got when she was like this. He certainly didn't want her lashing out at him. Not in front of so many strangers. Someone would no doubt scold her for beating ber child. Then Valerie would unhinge on them too. Then they'd be thrown off the bus. It had happened before.
So Jack fills the time by allowing his eyes to discreetly look over the passengers. There was a man sitting across for him wearing a suit. The Wall Street Journal lay on his lap. Near him was a man with a big mustache. He wore a bright orange vest with reflective lines on it. Sitting in the seat in front of Jack was a mother with three small children. Across from them was a nurse. Jack sits there, trying to imagine what it would be like to be any of them, because they all beat being him.
When they reach downtown they get off of the bus. Valerie is the first one off, and starts rushing down the sidewalk. Jack's little legs try to keep up with her, but he trails behind. Valerie eventually remembers him and turns around, noticing that he wasn't by her side. She rolls her eyes and grabs him by the hand, jerking him to her. She marches with him down the sidewalk, weaving in and out of other pedestrians. Jack's short legs burn and ache from being pulled along by her. He had to run to try to keep up with Valorie. He wanted to ask her to slow down, but he knows she wouldn't. She would just be madder than she already was.
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