My nightmare had clearly swayed my mood as I stomped down the hall, my shoulders squared, eyes blazing with confusion and frustration. I felt like I couldn't relax nor even breathe. The dream added a physical weight to my chest, increasing the feeling in the pit of my stomache.
None of this wouldn't be happening if my parents had...if my parents had..cared. I halted at the thought. I turn towards the wall beside me. It was grey and completely made up of concrete. Studying it a moment, I felt my whole body slowly become tense. I suddenly rear my arm back before ramming my hand through it. The concrete shattered beneath my touch, the dust floating around like the pieces of a dandelion that I used to wish upon. My heart hammered as I saw the blood pouring through my knuckles. My eyes widen, my hands shaking before I rear my opposite hand back. Just as I was about to destroy the wall completely- a hand grabbed my arm. The Joker. He spun me around, his hand gripping my uninjured hand as I stared at the ground. I felt like a child who was having a temper tantrum and it felt so fuc-. " Give me your fucking hand." I was ripped from my thoughts by his tone. He didn't scream, didn't yell or even hit her. Yet, this was scarier than any of that.
" You will not be training until your damn hand heals and you will be under my surveillance from now on, do you understand?" I gulp as I nod. He grabs my good hand, practically dragging me to his office. He pushes me into his chair, roughly. Instinctively my hands go to catch myself only to whimper loudly as my broken hand hit the chair. " Shit!!" I curse. The Joker's eye twitched. " Don't. Curse." A large shiver rolled down my spine and I closed my mouth with an audible click.
After many yelps of pain and many apologies, my hand was wrapped up and back in place. Although my heart was till in shambles. The male suddenly leans onto his desk. " Why did you punch the wall and why were you about to do it again? You would have two broken hands if it wasn't for me. You're lucky your arm didn't fucking shatter." His eyes were unforgiving,sharp.
The anger began to build as I jumped to my feet, I opened my mouth to scream in rage but all that came out was a labored question. " What am I?"
The look he gave me in return is one I will never forget.
It was a look of
Pity
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