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Tainted Minds	By : Madame_Anarchy Category: DC Verse Movies > The Dark Knight Views: 3671 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I don't own Batman's Universe or any of it's characters. I'm not writing this story for money.

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Joker woke up in a slightly recognizable room. He could remember a small chat about allergies and nothing more. He was feeling terrible, sick as a dog, with pain all over, an itch in the left arm and worst of all, he was feeling more vulnerable than ever.
The room was painted in pastel colors and was slightly illuminated by a light coming from what seemed to be a bathroom behind him. There was a letter addressed to him on the nightstand.
"Joker,
You may not remember what happened last night, but you're in the Batcave.
I've decided to help you recover your health.
Please take a shower and when you're hungry call me using the phone in the room. Dial 000. I'll get you something to eat.
Batman"
Joker had never been so confused in his life, and being him, it certainly meant a lot. What was this all about? He was trying to remember what had happened the night before but it was a huge black blur in his mind. He had clear memories of the afternoon, bitter ones. He was feeling awful and succumbed to his self-harm routine. He was sitting on the bathroom floor and had just cut his arm with a razor, being a little bit too careless about its size and depth. He had been cutting that same spot for some time and also had made other smaller cuts in his forearm. This started some weeks after the first time he had been abused. It was a way he found to deal with his psychological pain, a way of translating it into something physical, something he could control. Or at least, that he thought he could, since his last cut was starting to concern him. And on the top of all that, he felt filthy, like his body was infected by Batman's touch. He would love to get rid of every inch of his skin.
Now on the Batcave, he sat down on his bed and looked at his left arm… He was surprised to see stitches on his fresh wound. It also had some kind of ointment on his older and not so severely infected cuts. That's when he noticed he wasn't wearing his clothes but an unknown pair of jeans and a black T-shirt, both soaked wet by what he presumed to be a fever he had sweated out.
Joker went to the bathroom and once again was displeased by his reflection in the mirror. His make up was a mess, but what really scared him was to see himself in a bright light after a long time avoiding mirrors. His face had never looked like this before, his eyes caring an exhausted expression and with big dark circles under them. He also noticed he had lost weight, again.
Close to the sink, he found some things that were clearly there for him like makeup remover, cotton and brand new makeup. Joker was shocked that Batman got him the exact same product he uses for the white foundation of his makeup, although the lipstick, eyeliner, and powder were from a different brand, he figured they could work out just fine. He removed what was left of his makeup and took a long shower. After that, he applied his new makeup and went to the bedroom to find clean clothes in a chair, which fit him better this time.
He sat on the corner of the bed and started to think about what could be his next step. He was afraid and desperate to leave that room. He read the note Batman left at least another four times, wishing it could magically answer his questions on every new read. He eventually gave up and tried to find way outs but there was only one small window in the bathroom leading to darkness, which he was too big to pass. Also, the door of the room was locked. This was so frustrating, once again he was trapped on Batman's domain. How could he possibly trust him? And even if the bat had good intentions now, what if he changed his mind again and kept him locked in that room as his personal sex slave? Just the thought made him shiver.
With his heart beating fast and anxiety growing dangerously inside of him, he sat in the bed once again and for the first time, noticed the phone in the nightstand. He was too scared and nervous to be hungry, but knew he had to eat something, simply because he hadn't eaten for at least one day and he felt like he had no strength at all. He also knew he couldn't escape from facing Batman, so he decided to just get this done with.
The Joker gathered all this courage and dialed 000. Panicking for not having a clue of what to say when the Bat picked up the phone.
"Hello" a voice growled on the other side of the phone
"Hum… hi" Joker answered in an insecure tone
"Do you want something to eat?"
"Yes… I guess"
"Ok"
And that was it. Batman hanged up the phone right after his answer.
Joker waited in that same position, he didn't have the slightest idea of what was going to happened and even though he was avoiding thinking about it, he could feel his heart beating painfully fast. He was still emotionally dependent on the Bat, even after all he had done. He just wanted to wake up from this nightmare, wake up in a world he was never abused and where he was free to feel anything he wanted for Batman. But he couldn't do that. Even in his twisted mind, the Joker knew his dependence, his feelings for him, would only get him hurt and nothing more. Right now, a sudden anger made his blood boil. The thought that all this could just be another part of Batman's sick game made him scared to death but also infuriated.
It didn't take long for Batman to enter the room bringing a covered dish. It smelled nice, but even if he were hungry, the idea of eating made him feel uneasy. He had lost weight due to a recent aversion he was developing for food, probably because his body was rejecting many things he tried to eat. All this caused by the psychological distress he was going through. Batman left the food on the table close to the door but didn't dare to get closer, it was obvious the Joker didn't want him to.
"How are you feeling?" Batman asked with his deep voice
Joker didn't answer for about a minute, making Batman think he hadn't heard him, but he finally broke the silence with a sigh.
"I'm… fine, I mean… Better than yesterday" he said in a low tone of voice and staring at the floor
Batman took a step closer thoughtlessly, making the Joker hold his breath and close his eyes in anticipation. The bat felt like a true monster by this reaction, he could feel the tension built up in a matter of a second in that room.
"I don't blame you for not wanting me to get closer, I'll respect that. But later I must give you another dose of the intravenous antibiotic, unless you can do that yourself"
"I don't need that… Really, just let me go… I'll leave Gotham and you won't hear from me anymore" Joker said still avoiding eye contact
"If anyone finds you like this, they'll arrest you and you have too many enemies in Gotham's jail. I can't let you go for now, it will just get you in a worse situation."
"I don't care"
"I do… I know I've harmed you, but I don't want you to die"
"Is this why I'm here? So you don't get to hate yourself forever for leaving me to die in that alley?" The Joker answered sharply
Batman didn't have an answer. The Joker had a very good point right there. He wanted to say he was doing this because he wanted to make up for his mistakes, but could he really do that? Could he really expect to be forgiven one day? The clown wouldn't even be here if it weren't for all that madness in the first place.
"I don't kill, Joker. And leaving you there would be the same as doing so, as much as letting you get out of here right now. You have a bad infection spreading in your blood because of your cuts and you won't find the right medicine outside a hospital. Just let me help you, and once you're better you'll be the one who won't hear from me anymore."
"How do you even know that?" Joker asked referring to his supposed infection
"I collected your blood and sent to a lab. It's not a regular infection. You're not well at all" Batman said in a serious tone, probably Joker didn't know how life-threatening his condition was
Joker sighed and said, "Well, not like I have a choice…"
"Eat something, I'll come back in three hours" Batman said leaving the room and locking the door behind him. Bruce Wayne had some important places to be, but he was sure Batman was needed here more than in every corner of Gotham.
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