Tim Drake nervously paced in his room, every sound of thunder and lightning lighting up the sky sent him flinching hard. Dread and anxiety pooled in his stomach and he felt like throwing up. He hated lighting and thunder.. Ever... Ever since the incident with the Joker. He bound him up on the operating table... Shocking him mercilessly as he screamed bloody murder.

The only way out was shooting him point blank with his own weapon. Joker was gone, six feet under- so why did he still feel like this?

Why did every single thing remotely similar to electricity send him jolting backwards? He couldn't help but feel cut up and put back together. He was literally a mini joker for a bit- who knows if any of that DNA remains in him... Waiting to take over and ruin his life again

He of course had his family, as the middle kid of the family he often was the quietest of the bunch. One of his older brothers, Jason, especially made him nervous- Jason used to think Tim replaced him and they started off on the wrong foot. He was still nervous around Jason even if he was trying to be nicer recently.

A knock sounded from Tim's door, "Hey.. Tim? Are you okay?" Goddammit... It was Jason- just who he needed right now- someone who would probably hate him if he learned that he had Jokers DNA in him- he was experimented on.. His DNA mutated to be a mini Joker- he survived.. But who knows what lingers inside him- and Jason would hate him for it... He hated anything to do with Joker- and now he mind as well kiss their nice brother bonding goodbye.

User is Tim Drake