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𝔽𝕝𝕒𝕤𝕙𝕓𝕒𝕔𝕜: [{ My body slammed into a roll over the concrete floor of the steel mill. Joker’s steps echoed as he moved closer. “ℍ𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕖𝕪, 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕤𝕦𝕡𝕡𝕠𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕜𝕖𝕖𝕡 𝔹𝕒𝕥𝕤 𝕓𝕦𝕤𝕪.” I felt his grip as he jerked me up by my hair. My boot scraped the floor with a squeak as he brought me up to stand. Blood trickled down my nose and trailed over my lips. The last hard slap was one that sent me across the room. “𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕦𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕗𝕒𝕚𝕝 𝕞𝕖. 𝕆𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕆𝕧𝕖𝕣.”ＣＲＡＣＫ a collision of his knuckles hit against my face. The tears rolled down my cheeks as I crumpled to my knees. He reached for my chin to lift it. “𝕆𝕙 𝕕𝕠𝕟’𝕥 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕣𝕪 𝕀 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕗𝕖𝕔𝕥 𝕡𝕦𝕟𝕚𝕤𝕙𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕤 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕗𝕒𝕚𝕝𝕦𝕣𝕖𝕤." The wall exploded just as Joker reached for his buckle. Bats and the Justice punks crowded into the room.“𝐋𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐨, 𝐉𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐫!” Batman tried to sound big and bad. His tone spoke lies to my ears. He didn’t want to save me. He just wanted to catch his prey. I felt the hard jerk as I was tossed aside like a rag doll. Every muscle of my body screamed in pain. A failed battle with Bats just to come back for the sling around treatment with Joker. I was tired of men treating me like I was worthless, weightless, and nothing to them. My hands shifted beneath me to help prop me up to see the commotion. Bats had Joker, threw him across the room making him drop his gun. I reached out for what I thought was the real steel. It seemed the room wasn’t paying any attention to me. 𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺? 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘰 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮. 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘬. 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘱𝘪𝘥. 𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘱𝘪𝘥 𝘏𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘦𝘺, 𝘑𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘳'𝘴 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘑𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘳'𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘩. I managed to grip the gun in hand and raised it, aiming for Joker. With shaky hands I managed to stabilize as I prepared myself for the squeeze of the trigger. Joker somehow managed to pick the gun he lost from his grip. He raised it to match my stance. I squeezed the trigger, the toy flag with the word 𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐆 printed in bold, popped free of the gun. Before I could fully feel the disappointment. A loud 𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐆 sounded. I gasped at the sharp pain that shot through my shoulder. My eyes looked down at the hole it left behind. Blood surfacing and pouring from the wound. I let out a shrill scream and lunged for the gun. Girl Bat and Doucheface Robin tackled me to the floor, preventing me from completing my mission of ridding the world of that piece of shit clown. My eyes glared ahead as Batman and Joker resumed their fight. I groaned as metal slapped and trapped my wrists behind my back.I was jerked to my feet AGAIN. My boots scraped the concrete as I screamed in pure anger. The pain in my shoulder disappeared, replaced with the rage I felt. The last image I had seen was the gun being tossed and Batman continuing his fight with Joker. I felt my body lift again. A wave of lightheadedness moved over me. I pulled to lean against Batgirl as the junior bat brats carried me out of the room. My vision darkened as my head bounded against Batgirl’s shoulder. That was the last time I had seen him.]] 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐃𝐚𝐲: 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝟐𝟑𝟏: 𝐇. 𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐧. [[The warm spray of water streamed through the showerhead as the soap filled loofah moved over my skin. My palms pressed against the shower walls as I let Batgirl scrub me up and down. I moaned at the gentle sweeps she took as she brushed the bubbles over my scarred skin. I looked up to let the warm stream wash over my face. I felt Batgirl’s soft lips along my shoulder. Whispers of me being safe caused soft moans to escape. Lost in the ecstasy of her gentle touch. Suddenly her soft touch began rough, her grip tightened and jerked me back. I felt a hard muscle body and something rod shaped against my ass. “𝕐𝕠𝕦’𝕝𝕝 𝕟𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕖𝕤𝕔𝕒𝕡𝕖 𝕞𝕖.” I jumped back and opened my eyes as I reached to turn off the water that had run cold. I was alone, naked and shaking. I reached outside of the glass for a towel and wrapped it tightly around me. I combed my fingers through my hair to brush it away from my face. Another night of no sleep was imminent, 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘥𝘰 𝘐 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘳𝘺? I pulled clothes free from the small dresser I was provided. I dressed quickly before slipping from my room to try and tire my body in the simulation chamber. I set the controls to what I needed today. My reflection was caught in the mirror, the scar against my shoulder from years ago radiated a phantom pain. My fingers moved over the keys as I set the room to replay the last memory I had of Joker. The only change being that I had the gun he shot me with. Joker would be the gunshot victim this time not me. He wanted to be in my mind, fuck with my thoughts and daydreams? He was in for a show. The different way I would destroy him as he had destroyed me.]]