Like A Shadow In Gotham | Jeremiah Valeska/Joker

Chapter 8 - Choices

A/N - Hey guys. So, I really hope all of you guys are safely quarantined and healthy.

So guys, i just want to warn you that I am going to be jumping POVs frequently in this chapter. Please bear with it.

- Jason's POV -

I looked at myself in the mirror and sighed, I had a black robber's mask on my face and I was dressed in my gym wear, not exactly gym wear - but the tightest of the lowers that I could find and a sports tee shirt because the mission that I was finally accompanying Batman on, the last thing that should distract me should be my clothes. Another reason why I chose to wear this was because if I hadn't, I would have been made to wear what Batman had named Robin's suit - it consisted of a freaking red tunic, yellow cape , green gloves, green boots, green Spandex briefs, and well, a utility belt.

I wasn't exactly pleased with that costume. For starters, it made me look like an ice cream on a stick. Or a rainbow in the sky. Well.

A costume for Robin, that is my new name from today, is something that I will have to design, a task for later.

"So, are you coming?" Batman's gruff baritone called out, making me chuckle under my breath. It was hilarious because I knew how his actual voice was but he had gotten so used to changing his pitch the minute he changed into that costume.

The Batcave was dimly lit and we walked with heavy steps until we were standing in front of the Batmobile.

"Remember -" He said, gruffly, making me crane my neck in his direction and listen to what he had to say, " - no matter what happens, your mask doesn't come off. Alright? And you'll stay with me."

"Okay, dad." I groaned dramatically only to hear a light hearted chuckle erupt from the masked figure next to me.

In the next two minutes or so, we were seated inside the Batmobile - my first ever experience.

Damn, it really was something.

I looked around myself, amazed. The interior was beautiful and shiny and I could see all sorts of buttons and lights.

"Holy shit." I whispered, "this is amazing."

"Hey!" Batman snapped, pinching me on my arm. "Concentrate. We are on a mission, not on a picnic."

"Yes, sir."

I watched as Batman pressed a few buttons in front of him while I buckled up. And the next thing I knew, we were speeding out of the Batcave at a speed of 350 mph.

The Batmobile sped across the busy street, dodging the traffic tactfully, making me glance at Batman, only to realize that he wasn't even driving, the Batmobile was driving itself. Pretty amazing, right? We sped across streets after streets with a screeching noise, the beautiful matte black surface of the car probably not visible in the darkness of the night, the only thing visible were it's two high beamed head lights.

"This is incredible." I mumbled, my eyes fixed on the road in front of me.

- Rosie's POV -

I sat up abruptly in bed, shaking and shivering uncontrollably. My skin was boiling and I was drenched in sweat, making my course black hair stick to my face and neck. I blinked against the darkness of my room, my breathing more of punctured gasps. I started rubbing my arms vigorously, trying to calm myself down and try to stop myself from shaking. It was just a bad dream. A nightmare.

Ever since I had stepped into this place, I had the same nightmare repeating itself over and over again. I would see Jeremiah kiss me on my lips and I would smile, only to walk over to the electric chair and be fried to a crisp.