The Missing Piece (Batfam x reader)

Chapter 38

*Previously*

Forced, evil, diabolical, crazed, insane. That's what she was. She was like him.

  "Please make it stop," she laughed out as she looked up at the blurred figure, seeing they were holding something, and before she could realize what-

Her world went dark, like always

_____1st Person POV_______________

  "Joker Syndrome...?... you're kidding..."

  "Nope."

  I continued to stare up at the dreamscape blonde, who peacefully sat on the bench chewing some gum while playing on her phone.

  The blonde girl looked up at me, her pale face shined in the sunlight as her red lips popped out. Giving a small smile, she shoved her phone into my face, startling me by surprise. I pulled away a little to get a good look at the picture in front of me. Looking at it, I couldn't make it out at first, but focusing harder I could see the picture a little clearer. That picture was of me.

  "You slowly turn into Mister J, and-... Oh me! I almost gave away the surprise!" She giggled a bit, bringing back her phone and standing up. She shoved the device into her pocket, and looked down at me, "You'll find out what happens, little Magician. But for now," she paused.

  Blinking a few times, she slowly turned into her black and red self, giving me the full conclusion I was talking to Harley Quinn.

  "I gotta go help Mister J with some preparations! Can't let you stay with us in some dusty, old, boring room!"

  Before I could object her preach, she started to skip away, waving back at me while humming a soft tune.

  Joker Syndrome... That b*stard...

  Looking up, I sighed.

  I was currently in my dreamscape world, again. But this time, it was a struggle to create what I wanted. When I woke up, I was in the middle of Gotham City, right by Joker's Territory.

  I was by the same park I was at before, so I decided to go there, with a sense that I'd get answers to what I needed this time. But when I got there, I was stopped by a blonde lady in a nice suited dress. She seemed familiar before, but now knowing it was Harley, I was certain.

  Instead of giving me answers though, she just gave me the known facts;

  •I was turning into the Clown
  •The molecular structure of my cells were being manipulated
  •I was going crazy.

  Luckily, in this place my mind didn't seem to screw with me, and I could actually think straight instead of having my thoughts be twisted and turned.

  Looking around, I started to walk around. This place almost seemed identical to the real Gotham. Every little detail was perfectly placed. The sounds of sirens and yelling, trash lying around on the ground, the snow gently falling down, the slight chill in the air along with the scent of the city; gas/oil fumes, burning fires, metallic paint, and the different colognes and perfumes of the many people of Gotham. It felt so real.

  The cold air pricked my skin, as I crossed my arms, wanting some warmth. It wasn't ridiculously cold, but just enough to make me shiver.