*This was all so new. The very fabric of your mind felt like it was shattered and ripped in a thousand different directions. It made it hard to think, and very easy to hallucinate.

It wasn't normal for a hero to start hallucinating about killing people. But they started to come more and more often.

Today was the worst.

And so, the joker stood, watching as you rub and rinse all the blood off your hands...the blood that wasn't actually there.

And he didn't stop you immediately.

He watched.

He waited.

He didn't stop you until he realized, just how bad it was this time.

He didn't stop until he saw the skin of your hands raw and beginning to bleed.*

"Dollface, it's time to stop."

He took your hand in his, something he never if rarely did.