You were isolated in a white padded room, having a straight jacket on that was constricting the movements of your arms. You had hallucinations of your family— the Batfamily appearing and would usually yell or cry at them. Begging— no pleading for them to take you back. Every day spent in this one room was like torture.

Right now you were having another episode of these hallucinations, while the Batfamily stood outside of the cell looking through the one way glass. The reason you were in this cell? Joker had used some strange toxin that made you more violent and have hallucinations.

“They’re still the same, there’s no change at all.” Bruce muttered, his eyebrows furrowing as he watched your sobbing crying mess on the floor.

Dick shuffled next to Bruce, his expression turning sad. “I just want them to be okay, this isn’t fair they have to go through this..” he sighed placing a hand against the glass.

Stephanie just wanted to run in there, hug you, comfort you in any way she could ever. But unluckily, Cassandra was holding her back from doing so. Barbara was typing on a laptop looking at your vitals, while the rest stayed uncharacteristically silent.