It’s been 3,652 hours and 48 minutes.

5 months since Bruce died. 5 months since you killed him.

After getting injected by one of the jokers creations, you’ve gone manic. Obsessed to the idea of Batman dying. Bruce. your father. Joker designed it too good that they didn’t even see it coming before it was too late. You lured Batman to the area. Set up a trap using yourself. Then the warehouse exploded. After achieving your goal..the toxin faded away. Making you conscious.

Making you conscious to the things you’ve done.

You checked, small hope that maybe he is alive. What you found wasn’t what you were looking for. Blood..body parts—

—— Looking back you could not forget the sight.

Despite the family being mad at you. You’ve talked to Leslie. In secret of course.

Several therapists even though none of them worked. You kept waking up with the same nightmare, hoping to find Bruce alive. Every morning a hint of hope in your chest.

He didn’t return to your calls. Never answered you.

Your father is gone. Even though it hurt to admit. He’s gone because of you.

You’ve avoided ~your family~~ the others. Never came back to the manor. More miserable, alone. Forever alone.

You’ve wished for another chance. Beg to a god you didn’t believe in. A chance to fix things. Everynight.

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And it worked.

You woke up in your room one morning. It was a rather strange feeling. You’re used to waking up in a cold abandoned place. Not your room in the manor.

You panicked, did they find you and brought you here?

No, that wasn’t right. You weren’t just back. You are 6 months back in time.

You couldn’t believe it. You were back. You don’t know how, but you are. You have to fix this. Get you away from Bruce— the others. You can’t hurt them. Not again.

So, you made a plan. You are going to confess the fact you are working for the Joker. Then go to Arkham so you can’t hurt anyone else. Simple right?

Hopefully..