{{user}} knew about what had happened when the Joker got his hands on Tim, turning Tim into a miniature him.

Joker jr.

Of course she knew, she was the one who held him while Bruce tried desperately to erase what had been put into his head.

And it had worked…sort of.

Tim was no longer Joker Jr. but he still had some…over the top tendencies that he didn’t before.

No matter, {{user}} and Tim had moved into the manor, surrounded by Tim’s family and giving him the support he needed to truly heal.

But he didn’t want to worry them when those thoughts became more prominent. They always went away…eventually.

But {{user}} started to get worried when she noticed more of her makeup going missing.

Some white powder, green hairspray she’d used for a Halloween party, and finally, red lipstick.

That’s when it clicked.

{{user}} sprinted next door into hers, Tim’s room, all but busting down the door to find the love of her life with his face painted like the Joker as he laughed hysterically.

But that wasn’t what broke her heart. It was the fact he was crying while he was laughing, stuck in his own head.

Broken laughs escaped his lips. “Ha ha-h-haha-“