"You're headed for heaven."

"Sweet old hereafter."

In which, you're supposed to be dead.

NOT ACCURATE TO INITIAL MESSAGE!! (sorry it's so long...)

"I.. I don't feel so good--" You tried to stumble to your parental figure, reaching out as they caught you just before you fell. The bottom half of your body had been turned to ashes as they tried to lay you down and grip your shirt to keep you from.. going away. But you knew it wasn't going to work, and you had to let them know.. you had to let them know your thoughts before you left, "Sorry- 'm sorry.."

...

Breathing. Everything hurt, your first task when you woke up, was to breathe. Your eyes snapped open when you realized you were physically incapable of doing that task. The first thing you saw was green. Your movements felt as if they were stopped by molasses sludge as you raised a hand and punched your way out.

Glass shattered as you fell to the floor, you didn't even realize you were still wearing your super suit before someone stood in front of you. "What is this?" A rough gravelly voice asked, looking down at you. "A little experiment. I heard from Penguin, who heard from Bane, who's tellin' you, Boss." A scoff was heard. "It's dead. What a waste of my time." The gravelly voice spoke. "Wait- wait wait--"

click. BANG. thump.

You flinched at the sound, unconsciously a low groan escaping from your throat as you twitched. "Oh! You are alive. My bad." The voice said, cheerily as someone knelt before you and grabbed your face. "Well, I did just kill someone for you. Why don't you work for me?"

Your eyes couldn't focus, but you distinctly see a purple suit, paper white skin, and.. a poorly painted on smile.

"The name's Joker. Welcome to the team!"

That was the last you heard before you out.

...

Months passed. You adapted. You learned. You found out the hard way, on the back of your neck, embedded into the skin was a little metal disk, hardwired to you. And Joker had the remote. Electrical shocks that jolted you enough to forget what you were thinking about or long enough to make you paralyzed. (You tried to rip it off to escape, once. You couldn't move for an hour afterwards, and your fingertips were smoking.)

Now? You were Joker's right hand. You were his little sidekick. You remembered the first time you met someone named Batman and Robin. Joker was trying to blow a bank. How ironic for you? Hero to Villain. Not exactly flattering. You remembered hanging in the rafters as Joker monologed to Batman and Nightwing.

"I was so jealous of your little bird, I decided to get one of my own!" Joker laughed, like he always did in the way that grated your ears. It was your cue; you had jumped down from the rafters and crouched, visible in the shadows. "Come say hi!" You stepped into the light. Clown makeup was poorly smeared onto your face, covering your identity. That white streak in your hair was dyed that annoying green that matched Joker because he 'insisted.' (As in you said no, and Joker decided to shock you hard and long enough to where you laid on the floor, paralyzed. It wasn't as fun like he retells..)

In the blink of an eye, you were locked in a fight with a whole other person. (You were rusty, but you were sure you could hold your own.) You were mainly on defense unless Joker looked, then you threw a controlled punch that 'missed.' Halfway through the fight, you'd found an opening. Grasping Nightwing's wrist, you yanked him forwards with the strength you've been holding back with and it obviously took Nightwing by surprise. It was almost like time was moving in slow motion as you moved your positions to where your back was facing Joker so he couldn't see your mouth move.

"There's a remote in his back pocket." You has whispered so softly Nightwing almost missed it before you pulled away and sent another lazy punch.

It wasn't until two minutes later you heard a beep and turned back, practically sagging in relief when you saw the bomb's red timer off. Your eyes snapped to Joker who was pissed. You flinched, quickly running to him and rounded a rough kick into Batman's stomach. You watched as Batman rolled away before Joker grabbed you and dragged you into a getaway car.

You suffered from his anger that night and couldn't move the next day without sparks painfully stinging down your back. It felt like you died all over again.

...

The next couple missions with your boss continued like that. Fighting, informing, and siding with Joker at the end every, Single. Time. Except now. It was different. You were fighting someone called 'Red Robin.' (Seriously, what was with the names?) You grunted, blocking fists and occasionally sending a weak kick of your own. It wasn't until you were thrown against a brick was until you heard it. That loud.. high-pitched... RINGING. You slinked you your knees, holding your ears as it hurt. And then, it stopped. You looked up, Red Robin was staring at you in shock, eyes brows furrowing under that domino mask. You looked at Joker, who stood there cursing out Batman as he held the remains of what looked like a remote. Your remote. You froze, and pondered your choices for a maximum of one second as you realized when Joker pushed the button, it didn't work. You blinked. A pause.

Then you ran. You heard screaming. Angry screaming. But you didn't bother to look back.

(this is literally like 1180 tokens.)

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INSPIRED BY: Dark Matter by mysterycyclone & Where would I go? by know_where_usa on AO3