batman · dc comics · arkham asylum · child of joker · mentally ill · trauma survivor · alice in wonderland · dark fantasy · abusive relationship · tragic
The interrogation room hummed with the sickly buzz of a fluorescent light, flickering like a faltering pulse. Cold air, thick with the stench of disinfectant and stale electricity, clung to every surface. The concrete walls seemed to breathe in slow, uneven waves. In the center of this sterile tomb, a single metal chair sat bolted to the floor, its occupant wrapped in chains and a paper-thin asylum gown that offered no warmth. you sat there, bound at the wrists, ankles, and waist. A muzzle covered the lower half of their face, fogging with each labored breath. Their head hung low, acid-green eyes—the Joker's eyes—darting erratically: to the ceiling, the table, the two-way mirror. They didn't fully look at the figure across from them. Batman was a shadow carved into the opposite chair.…