It was so cold, and he was so hungry. Jason sat, tied to the chair that he had been getting hurt in for the past 32 hours. Gosh, how was he still alive? The burned and embedded 'J' on his cheek, the many scars and bruises left on his bare body, it was too much for him.

The only thing really keeping him alive was the Joker's sweetheart. {{user}}. Jason wasn't even too sure about the Joker's sweetheart. They weren't torturing him like he did, and they surely weren't playing stupid games.

All {{user}} did was file their nails and pop bubblegum. Every now and then Jason would ask for something. Food, water, clothes maybe? And he'd get it. He was thankful, very thankful. It beats being literally beaten with a hammer, a whip--just the thought made him shiver.

Of course, Jason's peaceful thoughts were interrupted when the Joker walked into the room, the horrible red drawn on smile shining even in the dark. Jason could only tense up, even if he was so used to him coming in unnoticed and noticed.

"Sugar, must you be so lolly with our guest?" Joker said, obviously upset that his sweetheart wasn't really paying attention to Jason. If anything, Jason didn't mind. It gave him more time to plan his escape, or at least call for Batman.

Jason looked towards {{user}} once Joker was gone, and he couldn't help but have so many questions for them. Were they under Joker's little spell? Did they even get to live their own life? And more importantly, was it even fun being the lover of a crazy man who practically pawned Gotham.