It was late at night and Jack laid in bed feeling drowned by his confusion and sorrows. His eyes were darting around the room and his mind was busy. He grabbed Harley's letter, it laid on his chest. Jack held it up and read it out loud. Then he paused. It looked like he was trying to figure something out. He knew that there was something he was missing. He thought for a bit and his eyes got wide. It was clear as day. There was something that he remembered. It was the way that Harley acted. She was quiet and distant. That was odd because Harley is very outspoken. She has an in your face personality. Why was she acting shy? Why was she not Harley?
All night long Jack pondered. He felt so defeated. Jack raised his finger up and pointed towards the corner of the ceiling. He began tracing the floral motif in the air. His arm soon became tired and it flopped down. He sighed and reached into his pocket. Jack pulls out the Joker card that Harley returned. He noticed how worn it looked. The edges were frayed and the colors were faded. He rubbed the card in-between his fingers and started flipping it back and forth. The card slipped from his hand and it came barreling down towards his face. Jack flinched. The cool surface of the card now laid over his right eye. He could see the face of the Joker. It looked darker and somewhat creepier than before. His body shivered and a chill came over him. Goosebumps appeared on his arm and he could sense something was wrong. The room became dim and silent. Then out of the silence came a deranged cackle. It was all around him. It shook him to the bone. His head felt strange and thoughts of malice consumed him. A sharp pain radiated through his temple. This pain wasn't there before. He wondered if it had something to do with the presence he felt.
"Who's there?" Jack asked.
It took all his concentration to push the words out.
"Who, me?" The voice replied.
The laughter came again. Jack grabbed his head and looked around the room.
"Where are you?" He said as he grinded his teeth.
The man's voice was sharp and shrill. His laughter rippled through Jack's head. It caused him to cripple in pain. Jack couldn't find the source of this insanity. He stared into the darkness hoping to catch a glimpse of this crazed man.
"You're Not going to find me there. I'm in your head Jacky boy."
These words echoed like a virus infecting his mind. Jack's vision blurred. He was finding it harder to formulate his words.
"My what?" Jack said, as his words stumbled off his tongue.
"Your head Jacko. You know the thing attached to your shoulders."
The pain surged again. Jack's breathing got heavier and his brain felt like it was going to explode.
"Stop it! I can't take it anymore!" Jack yells.
"Stop what boy?" The man laughs again.
"Stop laughing! Stop talking! Just stop!"
Jack could feel his sanity slipping. He felt like a wild animal screaming at the top of his lungs. The voice had no desire of stopping. It got louder and became more annoying. Jack dug his fingers into his skin. It was very painful. His fingernails felt like they were going to pop through the surface. He hoped that this action would balance out the pain he already felt inside his head but there was no comparison. The laughter was like a whip thrashing inside him. Jack couldn't help but scream. He felt himself weakening. Jack could barely speak.
"Why are you doing this?" He asked in a shaky voice.
"Because I can't take anymore of your insipid crying. Your boo hooing over some girl. I don't remember being so pathetic in my life but I'm done with just listening."
"Who are you? Why are you in my head? Why won't you leave me alone?" Jack asked.
"I'm the Joker. J-O-K-E-R! Trust me sonny boy. I would leave if I could. As you can see, I can't."
When the Monitor changed Jack's life, he had altered the timeline. Sometimes when time is changed it causes something called a Recoil. A recoil happens when a foreseen future is no longer existent. Because that future is no longer existent it tries to find a way to exist. So, it slings back to the past and latches on. This is the reason why the Joker leeched on to Jack. The pain that Jack felt was their two consciousness's trying to harmonize with each other. To him the Joker feels like an infection spreading through his body. The pressure from their two merging consciousness's overwhelmed him and he lost consciousness.
-*-
A day passed. Jack wondered if the voice was just a bad dream. He was happy that he hadn't heard it again but the thought of it scared him. Jack heard a commotion. It was coming from the hall. He could hear a shuffling sound and Alfred's muffled voice.
"Madam, why are you up on your feet?"
"I'm just going to talk to my new grandson."
"But ma'am, you shouldn't be out of your bed."
"And why not? Isn't this my house?"
"You're right ma'am but Master Wayne doesn't want you to be reckless."
Vera growled under her breath.
"Sally, go tell master Thomas that Vera's up and about."
"Yes sir."
Vera walked with more haste and so did Sally. She sprinted down the hall and quickly approached Thomas's study door. Sally found herself out of breath. Her Face was a little flush. She placed her fist on the surface of the door and her fist rapped against it gently.
"Yes." Thomas said in a deep voice.
"It's me Sir." Sally answered.
Thomas recognized her voice. He knew that it was Sally on the other side.
"Come in."
Sally opens the door and Thomas sees the urgency in her eyes. He wondered what was troubling her.
"Is everything alright?" Thomas asked.
"Well, It's Vera, Sir.
In the past few weeks Vera has become more persistent and verbal. She has been prone to attack. He worries she's going to hurt herself or somebody else.
"What is she doing?"
"She's in the hallway demanding to see Jack. Alfred and Mrs. Mayweather are trying to keep her at bay. She's not listening to anyone."
Thomas sighs and rubs his temples.
"Are you okay Sir?"
"I'm fine. Go help Alfred. I'll be right there."
"Yes Sir.
Sally exited the room and gently closed the door. Thomas scooted his chair back and got to his feet. He approached the door and exited as well. Thomas could see Vera hobbling towards Jack's room. Her cane taps against the floor with every step. She swishes around unsteadily in her white nightgown. Thomas approached her from behind.
"Vera! You got to lay back down. You're only going to worsen your condition."
"I don't care. It's my body and I do as I please."
"But…"
"But nothing. I'll go back to my room, once I meet the boy and no sooner. Do you understand?"
"Yes ma'am."
Vera coughs into her handkerchief and she stumbles a bit. Alfred puts out his arm to catch her and she slaps him with her stick.
"Move out of my way. You're not going to treat me like some cripple."
Alfred moves and Vera continues towards Jack's door.
"Is this his room?"
"Yes ma'am."
She knocks on his door with her cane. It made several loud bangs.
"Go away!"
Vera's eyebrows lifted. She was shocked to hear such rudeness.
"Do you know who you are speaking to?"
"No ma'am. I'm sorry. I thought you were Alfred."
"That matters not. As a young man you address a gentleman and a lady with dignity and grace. Do you understand what those are?"
"Yes ma'am."
"Good."
She coughed again and continued.
"My name is Vera Wayne. I am Thomas' grandmother. That makes me yours as well. The staff tells me that your name is Jack. Is that correct?"
"Yes."
" Then Jack, can we continue this conversation inside? For I am old and some think I'm weak." She stares at Thomas.
Thomas looks away.
"Yes ma'am." Jack answered.
Jack opens the door and Vera comes in. She then has a seat. Vera looked at Jack and she noticed the peach fuzz above his lip. The youthfulness of his face. She wondered how old he could be. So, she asked.
"How old are you, Jack?"
"I am 15 ma'am."
"I see, I guessed as much."
She smiles and clinches the top of the cane tightly. Vera adjusted herself in her seat. Her expression was of pain.
"Are you okay?"
"I'm fine dear. It's something that comes with age."
She takes several deep breaths. Then she started talking again.
"Did you know Thomas was about your age when he came to live with me?" Vera asked.
"No, ma'am." Jack answered.
Vera looked up with an absent stare and then she slipped into a memory.
"It feels like it was yesterday. I was away visiting my sister when I received a letter from Alfred. In the letter he said that my son and his wife had passed. He said that he wasn't certain if my grandson was alive but he promised me he would find out more. My sister tried to comfort me but I was unconsolable. I felt like my world had ended. I felt lost. Then I received another letter from Alfred stating that he had found Thomas. My heart jumped when I heard that. I found purpose once again. Somehow he had survived the fire and since his parents were gone the state put him in an orphanage. I was so lucky that Alfred found him. He was all that I had left. When I finally returned home. Alfred and I went to retrieve him. Thomas didn't want to go. He was angry that I was taking him from his new found family. Thomas didn't want anything to do with me. But I kept on pressing and eventually I won him over. Thomas and I had to learn to face our demons. He was a hard nut to crack but time changed that. We learned to support each other and be there for one another. It has been that way ever since. Now look at us."
She smiles and grips Thomas's hand a little tighter.
"You and him are a lot alike. I believe Thomas can see that too."
Thomas nodded his head.
"I can tell that you have a strong head on your shoulders and that's good. You'll need that in this family. I may not have long on this earth but I would like to get to know you. I hope you feel the same. Will you give this old lady a chance?"
"Yes." Jack says with a couple of nods
Jack smiles. Vera gets up and Thomas steadies her. She walks over to Jack and places her hand on his shoulder.
"So, how should you address me next time?"
"With dignity and grace ma'am."
Vera smiles and she pats his shoulder.
"Thomas, I'm tired. Help this old lady back to her room, would you?"
"Yes ma'am."
-*-
Berk screamed and he sat up. It was another nightmare. He could feel his heart thumping hard in his chest. He knew it was because of his guilt. Ever since the shooting he's had the same dream. In his dream he was standing in the alleyway next to the Tribune. Lisa rounded the corner. Gordon was in the diner across the street. Berk could see him through the window. Then Gordon suddenly turned his head. His glasses glowed in the light. Berk could feel his eyes looking at him. Lisa approached and now stood in front of him. Berk's hand suddenly felt heavy. He looked down and there was something in his hand. It was a gun. His finger rested on the trigger and it clicked. The gun kicked back and it turned into a snake. It jumps out of his hand and strikes her in the back. Flashes of red and white surrounded him. Berk starts to panic, he begins to spin. He was now trapped inside a siren. The noise felt amplified and loud. The ringing in his ears is what caused him to wake up screaming. This happened every morning, every time he dozed off, and every time he daydreamed. From the lack of sleep he struggled with paranoia. Sometimes he drank to forget or to ease his mind. So he took a swig of scotch. He held a cigarette up to his lips and his hand shook as he inhaled. He paused for a bit and then let out a puff. He walked over to the front window and he pulled back the shade. He sees a car parked in front of his house. It only parked there recently and he's never seen it before. Berk wondered if they were watching him or was it just his imagination. Berk let go of the shade and walked to the kitchen table. He placed his bottle down and he put out his cigarette in the ashtray. He headed to the fridge and grabbed a beer. The cool air brushed against his face as the door closed. The bottle was cold to the touch. He opened it by smashing his hand against the lid and the counter. The lid flipped in the air. It clanked against the linoleum surface. He chugged the beer back. It felt good as it poured down his parched throat. Berk slams the bottle down and wipes his mouth. He paused, he could hear the whistle from the 8 o'clock train. The house started to shake and the train soon came rumbling by. His window pains rattled and the bottle tapped against his teeth. He took a swig and looked at the front door. The shaking caused the knob to jiggle. Berk's heart clinched until the train passed. The knob stopped shaking and he released the air that he had compressed in his mouth. Berk walked into the front room and turned on the radio. He placed his beer on the end table and sat in his recliner chair. Then the news came on.
"This is Todd Jansin with Gotham Urgent News. Local columnist Lisa Trane has been shot. This has come after the release of her article The Demon of Gotham. She is said to be in stable condition but doctors say she still has yet to wake. The detective on the case says there are still no leads and there are no suspects."
Berk felt relieved. He knew that Gordan was the lead detective on the case and now the news confirmed that he didn't know the identity of the shooter. That means Gordon didn't see him that night. That means the cover of darkness hid his face. Berk's stress faded a little. He was relieved to hear that Lisa was still alive and that he was a bad shot. That also means Ricky knows that Lisa is still alive. Now he was worried. What will Ricky do to him, what will Ricky do to his wife. Berk took another puff of his cigarette and the phone started to ring. His hand shook as he answered it.
"Hello." Berk said in a nervous voice.
"The boss wants to talk to you. Come to the tailor shop."
-*-
(Knock knock.)
Gordon looked up and Captain Montgomery was standing at the door.
"Yes?"
"Do you have a minute?" The Captain asked.
"Sure, come in." Gordon says as he waves for him to come forward.
The Captain walked in and sat down. His back sunk into the seat and he noticed there was something behind Gordon. It was pictures and papers hanging on the wall. Each piece was connected by strings and push pins. In the middle of it all was the picture of Richard Hands. He knew that Ricky had to be the main part of this investigation but he still couldn't find evidence that supported his theory. At the moment his case was at a standstill. Gordon had been through Lisa's files multiple times, he was hoping to find something he had missed. He was so engrossed in the investigation that he had forgotten that the Captain was sitting in front of him. Montgomery cleared his throat and Gordon looked up. Gordon felt a little embarrassed. He apologized.
"Sorry about that."
"No, it's fine."
"Did you need something, Sir?" Gordon asked.
"Well yes." The Captain sighed.
"I just wanted to know how you are holding up?"
"I'm fine, I guess."
Gordon yawns.
"I see."
Montgomery looked Gordon over. He could see redness around his eyes and the tired expressions. This told him everything he needed to know. So, he followed his hunch up with a question.
"Are you sleeping well?" The Captain asked.
"No, not really. I've only gotten a few winks since the incident."
"You know most people see a shrink when they've been through something as traumatic as you've been through. Have you seen someone yet?
"No, I don't really have time Captain. In fact I'm fine. I don't need to see a shrink." Gordon chuckles.
"I'm serious Gordon. Look at yourself!" The Captain yelled.
Gordon jumped. He had never heard the Captain lose his cool. Montgomery didn't mean to yell. He just hated to see Gordon look this way.
"I know you don't want to see a shrink but not seeing one is not an option. Here." The captain hands him a card.
"This is a card for Dr. Jonathan Crane. He helped me through some tough times. Maybe he can help you too."
Gordon grabbed the card.
"Okay Cap."
Gordon felt a little better. He knew the Captain was right.
"Just go home. Start over again tomorrow and get some help."
The Captain left . Gordon pondered on what he said. His chair scooted back and he got to his feet. He grabbed his jacket and he flung it across his shoulder. Gordon picked up his cigar and held it to his lips and he inhaled. The smoke flowed out his nostrils and the sweet smell of tobacco lingered in the air. Satisfied he doused it in the ashtray. Gordon grabbed the green ball that dangled from the chain of his green desk light. He pulled it and the room went dark. A faint light came from the window of his door. His steps clanked across the floor as he approached it. The knob turned and he exited his office. He stepped into the hallway and he could hear a phone ringing. Mary began talking to someone. Gordon looked over to Berk's desk and saw that he still hadn't come in. He could tell nothing had been moved for days. He wondered if Berk was okay.
"Goodnight Jim." Mary said as she pressed her hand over the receiver.
"Goodnight Mary." Gordon said.
Mary went back to gabbing on the phone. Gordon strolled toward the entrance and went outside. It was very muggy. The street lights flickered and glistened off the puddles on the road. The moon stood in a haze and it felt like a scene from a werewolf movie. Gordon took out a match book and struck a match. Sulfur ran rapidly up his nostrils and he cuffed his hand over the cigarette he pulled out of his pocket. He lit it and it ambered. Gordon walked to his car and threw his stuff in the passenger side. His aching back popped as he scooted in the driver's seat. Gordon placed one hand on the steering wheel and the other on the key. He cranked it and the motor started to putter. The gas was pressed several times. The motor revved, the muffler rumbled and popped. The car jerked and kicked forward. He rolled his windows down and the cool night air whipped across his face. The drive home felt long. He just couldn't clear his head or relax. Gordon was tired. Not just physically but also mentally. Barb was on his mind. He wondered if she would be angry again. He hated arguing. All he wanted to do was drink a beer and listen to some jazz. He knew that probably wouldn't happen. Gordon's car rolls up into the driveway and he parks. He clicks off the light and grabs his stuff. The motor rattled for a bit then the car came to a rest. Gordon looked towards the house. All the lights were off. He thought he was in the clear but then a light came on and someone stood up.
-*-
The thunder crackled and the ground shook. Jack sat up and he could hear Bruces' voice coming over the rumbling of the storm.
"Jack!" The boy shouted.
His knocks were loud against the wooden door.
"What do you want?" Jack grumbled.
"Can I come in?"
"Why?
"I'm scared of thunder."
"It's just a storm. Go back to sleep."
"Ah!"
"What."
"There's a bat outside of the window."
"Are you scared of that too?"
"Yes." Bruce said.
The window rattled as the branches slapped against the house. Bruce's imagination went wild.
"It's coming for me. It's coming through the window."
A loud boom shook the house. Bruce thought the windows were going to burst open. He screamed.
"Calm down. It's just the storm."
"No,no. I'm scared Jack. Can I please come in and sleep with you?"
"No."
"Please?"
"I said no."
"Please, please, please, please, please!!!"
"Fine, just stop saying that."
"Thank you Jack."
Jack really didn't want Bruce to sleep with him but this way he would leave him alone. Bruce came in and shut the door. Jack moved over and Bruce got in on the other side. Jack yawned. Bruce went to sleep. Jack adjusted himself and scooted until his back nudged Bruce gently. Bruce moved a little but he didn't wake. Jack couldn't fight it anymore and he closed his eyes as well. A pain surged in his head. He was now immersed into a weird dream. It felt more like a memory. There was a masked man with a black cape fighting a man dressed up as a clown. Their battle went on for a long time. It was like an endless dream. The storm raged again. There was a large boom followed by a loud crackle. The Wayne's dogs howled and the rain started beating like a drum. The noise woke Bruce. He looked over and Jack wasn't there. There was a noise coming from the other side of him. Bruce turned his head and he jumped. He almost peed. Jack was just standing there leering over him. The moonlight was shining into Jack's eyes. His pupils were dilated. Jack's smile was wide and his eyes looked murderous. He was scaring Bruce.
"Jack, why are you standing over me?
Jack heard Bruce's voice and he snapped out of his trance. He felt confused, he didn't remember getting up. Why was he standing over Bruce? Why was he on the other side of the bed? Jack could feel something clutched in his hand. It was behind his back. With his other hand he felt to see what it was. It was sharp with a point, it was definitely a knife. How was he going to hide this? What was he going to say? Bruce spoke again, his voice was shaky.
"Jack, what are you doing?" The little boy asked.
Jack had to think real quick. He wasn't sure what he was doing. He had to make sure Bruce didn't know what was in his hand.
"I'm just getting some water. Go back to sleep Bruce." He said hoping the little boy would listen.
Bruce went back to sleep. Jack walked backwards to the door. He peered over his shoulder every once in a while so he wouldn't trip. Jack opened the door quietly and shut it. He made his way down to the kitchen and placed the knife back in its slot. Then he called out to the Joker.
"JOKER!"
The Joker Giggled and said. "What?"
"Why did you do that? I like the Wayne's. Why did you try to kill Bruce."
"I have nothing against the Wayne's, just that boy."
"You're scared of a little boy."
"It's not the boy I'm afraid of. It's the man he'll become."
"He's my brother, I don't want to hurt him."
"Fine, Fine. If you don't want me to hurt the boy, I won't hurt the boy." The Joker Laughs.
"Or, the man he becomes."
"You're no fun Jacky Wacky. Fine, I won't hurt the man he becomes either."
Jack goes back up stairs and returns to his room. The Joker didn't bother him or Bruce and they finally got some sleep.
-*-
Pamala ran down stairs and Alice was standing by the door with Sharon.
"Pamala how is Harley? Is she coming down today?" Miss. Alice asked.
"No ma'am, she says that she's not ready to come down today."
"Poor girl. It hurts my heart to see her this way. I'll go talk to her."
"Sharon, go ahead and take Pamala to the cafeteria."
"Yes Ma'am. Okay girl, you heard her, let's go."
Alice grabbed a plate and headed upstairs. She opened the door to the girls floor. Harley sat up when she heard the squeak. She was still wearing her red dress, her make up was smeared, and her hair was loosely hanging out of her bun.
Miss. Alice hated seeing her that way. She walked over to her and handed her a plate. Harley scarfed it down like a wolf.
"Thank you Miss. Alice."
"You're welcome, Dear."
Harley's stomach felt full but she still felt empty inside. She wished she had never broken up with Jack, she thought she was doing what was better for him. Now she wasn't sure.
"He must really hate me." Harley said.
"No, Jack could never hate you. I think the moment he met you he fell in love. I don't think that will ever change.
"But I just went out the window without saying anything. I'm such a coward. If I had just explained it to him. Maybe things might have turned out differently."
Harley starts to cry again and Alice gives her a big hug.
"It will be okay Dear." Alice rubbed and patted her back.
-*-
Berk stood in front of the Tailor shop with a cigarette dangling between his fingers. He was nervous and he couldn't stop his body from shaking. His left hand dragged down from the top of his face to the bottom of his beard. So, he sighed and then took a drag of his cigarette. He was ready to go in. Berk flicked his cigarette to the ground. The ashes scattered across the concrete, the ambers dimmed. Berk entered the shop. The bell chimed and he could see a tall burly man standing to the side of the tailor. His face was expressionless and his eyes glared.
"Hey cop. The boss is waiting for you." The man said.
"I know." Berk answered.
Berk heads towards the back. He flips the switch and the bookshelf slides to the side. Voices were coming from down below. They got louder as he descended the stairs. At the base of the steps he came to another door. His right hand rose up and his knuckles knocked three times. A little slot opened up. A pair of eyes acknowledged him and the door swung open. The talking suddenly stopped. Two shots rang in the air. The sound echoed off the concrete walls and Berk jumped. A door flung open and it banged against the wall. Shuffling and scooting could be heard. Two men came out pulling a body behind them. They proceeded down the corridor that was drenched in darkness. He could only hear their voices and their footsteps after a while. Another door opened and closed. Then someone approached him from behind.
"It would be good for you to forget what you saw."
"I understand."
"Good, make sure you remember that. The boss is waiting."
He could feel his heart beating through his chest. The door knob jiggled in his hand. Berk walked in. The atmosphere was thick.
"IDIOTS! I'm surrounded by idiots!" Ricky yelled from the top of his lungs.
Then he looked at Berk.
"Oh, and here's one now."
Berk quickly sat down.
"How can someone not kill a person at point blank range? Don't they trane you cops. What are my tax dollars paying for?"
Two men got up. Their chairs scraped across the floor. They each grabbed one of his shoulders and one had a gun pointed to his head.
"So, enlighten me, cop. Why should I spare your life?" Rick asked.
Berk had to think of something. He needed to think of something fast. One wrong answer could be his death.
"I can still be useful, I can lead them off the trail. I can create a fall guy." Berk said in a shaky voice.
Rick was silent for a bit. He saw potential in this answer. It looked like he was thinking it over. Then he relaxed his shoulders. It made Berk feel uneasy.
"Yeah, that could work, cop. Make sure you do that. The last thing I need right now is more coppers breathing down my neck."
Rick waves his hand and the two men let go. The gun was withdrawn.
Another man got up. He walked over and handed him an envelope. Berk was surprised.
"Don't fail me again or you and your wife won't see the light of day."
"Thank you sir, I won't fail you again."
He could feel the beads of sweat sitting on his brow. Did he really just survive? Berk knew he couldn't let Ricky down again.
-*-
Vera could hear humming. It was coming from the hallway. She thought if it was one of the help, she was going to scold them. Vera sat up and grabbed her cane that leaned against the wall. She scooted to the edge of the bed and placed the base of the cane on the ground and she hoisted herself up. Her feet pressed firmly against the cold floor and she hobbled toward the door. Vera coughed and steadied herself. She opened the door and leaned out to see where the sound was coming from. Vera looked down the hallway and it was hard to see what was in the darkness. She could barely make out the figure of a person. It looked like someone sitting by the window. She knew that's where the humming was coming from.
"Who's there?" Vera asked. Her voice trembled.
"Who do you think it is, you old bat?"
"Martha, is that you? You sound odd."
Martha didn't answer.
"What's wrong? Why won't you answer me?" Vera asked.
"Nothing is wrong old lady. I've never felt better."
Vera felt a chill in her bones. She couldn't explain it but she was scared. Martha stood up. Vera could see her silhouette in the moonlight.
"What are you doing?"
Martha said nothing, she took another step closer. Vera took a step back.
"Thomas, Alfred!" Vera yelled.
She was hoping they would come to her aide but no one came.
"They're not here. Thomas is at a doctor's conference. It is just you, me, and the kids. I gave the staff the night off as well."
Martha took another step forward and Vera took another step back. Martha's skin looked porcelain in the moonlight. Her eyes were empty.
"What do you want?" Vera asked
Her elbow bumped a small table and it wobbled. The vase that sat on top of it fell to the ground. Jack wakes up.
"You know, I've been very patient but you're just one resilient old bird. At your age I thought for sure you would have passed away by now. I'm tired of coming in second place to you. I even suggested that you'd be placed in an old folks home but Thomas wouldn't hear of that. I have no other choice but to end your life tonight."
"What's wrong with you? Get away from me!"
Martha was now upon her and she knocked Vera's cane to the floor. Jack heard the commotion and ran to the door. He opened it just a little and he saw Vera being suspended over the stairs with a hand around her neck. She was making a choking sound. Her feet tottered on the edge of the step and Martha had a grimacing smile on her face. Jack could feel the Joker's excitement. Vera's eyes briefly made contact with his.
"Help me." Vera mouthed.
Martha's grip was so tight that words couldn't escape her mouth.
Martha smiled and let go. Vera's arms flailed and she fell backwards down the stairs. Jack couldn't do anything. It was too late. Vera's body rolled down the steps. Hitting with loud thuds and then there was silence. Jack was in shock. He couldn't believe what he just saw. Jack couldn't move. He felt traumatized. The incident reminded him of how his mom died. He just clutched the door knob and he lost sight of Martha Wayne.
"Boo!"
Jack jumped. Martha stood in front of the cracked door. Her breathing was heavy.
Then she said calmly. "You probably should call an ambulance, Jack. Your grandmother just fell down the stairs. Poor thing. Poor,poor thing." She said smiling.
Martha turned and started humming again. She went back to her room and closed the door. Jack couldn't stop his heart from beating so fast. He rushed out of the room with a flashlight in hand. Jack could hear moaning. He walked to the stairs and looked down. Vera wasn't moving. He didn't know if she was alive. He wondered if she was dead. If she wasn't the one moaning, who was. He shined the light down the hallway. There was someone laying on the ground. He got closer and noticed it was Alfred. He was bound and gagged. Jack could hear him trying to say something. He tore the cloth out of his mouth.
"Don't worry about me, check on Vera."
Jack walked back to the stairs and he slowly descended them. He made it down to the bottom of the steps. Vera was laying face down. Jack bent over and placed his index finger by her nose. She was breathing. He also grabbed her wrist, he could feel a light pulse.
"How is she!" Alfred yelled.
"She's breathing."
"Good. Come untie me so I can call an ambulance. I can't believe I let Martha get the drop on me. Master Jack hurry."
Jack ran up the stairs and untied Alfred. Alfred called an ambulance. They came quickly and wisped Vera away. Alfred also called the hotel that Thomas was staying at. Jack couldn't hear what Alfred was saying.
"Master Wayne, your wife had an episode. She knocked me out and tied me up. Mrs. Wayne also pushed your grandmother down the stairs."
"Is Vera okay?" Thomas asked.
"I'm not that sure, Sir. The poor thing was barely breathing."
Thomas was very worried. He didn't expect Martha to attack her.
"So, where did they take her?" Thomas asked.
"Gotham General, Sir."
"Where is Martha now? Are the boys okay?"
"Martha is in her room and she hasn't come out. The boys are fine."
"Thank goodness. Did you call Jonathan Crane?"
"Not yet Sir."
"It's fine if you haven't. Don't worry about it. I'll give him a call before I leave. I'll be on the next train back."
Thomas called Dr. Crane and he told him about his situation. After they spoke Crane assured his assistance. Then he put down the phone and smiled.
"Who was that Dr. Crane?"
"That was Mr. Wayne."
"What did he want?"
"He wanted to bring Martha back in."
"I see."
Martha had been to the facility once before. Thomas had kept her condition away from the public's eye. She was suffering from mild depression and spouts of schizophrenia. She had only lashed out once before and only a handful of people knew about her condition. That's why Dr. Crane thought that Martha would be a perfect candidate for his experiment. Crane wanted to find out what the effect of mercury on a person who suffers from schizophrenia would be. His first trial tested how it affects the psyche. He wanted to know how unstable she would become. Jonathan Crane did this under the pretense of this being an experimental drug to help Martha but he had no intention of truly helping her. Crane grabbed a new reel for his recording device.
"It is March 15, 1957. The subject Martha Wayne has shown interesting results. It took her two weeks and three days for her to have a mental break. Her inner feelings have reacted in a wonderful tragic way. Martha will be on route to our facility tomorrow and we will start the second stage of the trials."
-*-
Gordon pulled up to Berk's house. He could see Berk peeking out of the window. The shade flopped down.
"Crap crap crap! What is he doing here?" Berk said to himself.
He wasn't sure why Gordon was here but he knew he needed to get himself together. Berk looked around the room. The gun that he used to shoot Lora Train was still sitting on top of the TV. Berk wondered where he was going to put it. His eyes locked onto the freezer. Now he knew what to do. He reached into his back pocket and grabbed a handkerchief. Berk rolled the gun up in it. Then he threw it into the freezer.
Berk walked over to the entrance and he unlocked several locks. He took a deep breath and put on a smile. Then he opened the door. Gordon got out of his car and he smiled back.
Berk looked terrible. He was wearing a white stained wife beater and an old pair of slacks. His face was scruffy and his hair was a mess. He didn't even look like a police officer anymore, he was a shell of a once great man.
Berk's cigarette dangled between his fingers and he took a long drag. Gordon slammed the car door and he approached the metal gate. The latch was stuck. Gordon had to wiggle it to open it. The gate made a squeaking noise.
"Hey." Berk said in a shaky voice.
"Hi." Gordon responded.
Berk wanted to run but he knew he had to keep a straight face.
"How have you been?" Gordon asked.
"Fine I guess."
Berk ushered Gordon inside. The stench was the first thing to hit his nose. The house was a mess. Gordon couldn't believe how brown the walls looked. The place definitely lacked a woman's touch.
Behind Gordon he hears clicking. It sounded like a bunch of locks closing. Berkwas now standing next to him.
"Could I interest you in a beer." Berk asked.
"Sure."
Berk took a bundle of newspapers and threw them off the recliner.
"Here, have a seat."
Gordon sat down and Berk grabbed a few drinks from the refrigerator. Gordon heard two thumps and the sound of metal clinking on the floor.
"Here."
The bottle was cold. It had a little condensation on the surface. Gordon took a sip.
"So, what brings you out this way?"
"I was in the neighborhood and I decided to drop by."
"Oh, I see."
"How's Meredith?" Gordon asked.
"She's doing better. The doctor says the new medicine is showing promise and she might come out of the coma soon."
"That's good to hear."
Berk took a sip and Gordon took one as well.
Gordon wasn't going to tell him that the Captain wanted him to check on him. He respected Berk too much. Gordon could tell that something was off. He's known Berk for a long time and he can tell when he's hiding something. Gordon knew not to press the matter. So he didn't.
Berk was getting uncomfortable. He couldn't get out of his own head. Something was telling him that Gordon knew what he did. He would feel better if Gordon would go but he couldn't ask him to leave. It would look suspicious. What is he going to do?
Gordon was there for another thirty minutes before he finally looked at his watch. It was later than he thought. He had told Barb he would only be gone for a few hours. He didn't know it was that late.
"Well partner, I gotta get going. Barb is making a pot roast tonight and I still have to stop by the store to get some potatoes."
"Well, I understand that."
Gordon stood up and Berk stood up too. The two men shook hands.
"Well thanks for stopping by, Gordon."
"Anytime."
Gordon left out the door and Berk was relieved. Berk could feel his heart racing. He definitely couldn't have any more surprises. He has to be less careless. Gordon could have caught him. Berk didn't like what he had to do next. in order to keep him and his wife safe. He had to return back to work.
-*-
Thomas Wayne arrived at Gotham station. He could hear the brakes of the train screech as they came to a stop. The conductor started to whistle as he walked down the corridor. He approached Thomas's door and he knocked.
"Mr. Wayne."
"Yes." Thomas answered.
"We are now in Gotham station."
"Thank you."
The conductor then turned and then continued to the next car.
Then Thomas closed his newspaper and folded it up. He grabbed his suitcase from above, his briefcase from the seat next to him, and the two wrapped gifts. With his left hand he slid the door back and he proceeded to the exit.
Thomas had so much on his mind. He knew what had to be done but it broke his heart knowing he had to put Martha back in Arkham.
Thomas stepped out of the train onto the platform. Alfred, Bruce, and Jack were standing there. Alfred was holding a sign traced in red crayon. It read Mr. Wayne. Bruce had made the sign earlier. He had Jack draw the letters in pencil. So he could outline them. Bruce wanted his father to see how much he cared.
Thomas did like it. He was happy to see everyone smiling but the one smile that was missing was Martha's. Thomas felt a little empty not being able to see his wife there but given the circumstances it was probably better that she wasn't.
"Welcome home." Alfred said cheerfully.
"Thank you Alfred."
He was so happy to be back home. The trip was long and lonely. Being away from his family for any amount of time seemed like an eternity.
Thomas rubbed Bruce's head and he patted Jack on the shoulder. Bruce tugged and snatched his father's briefcase. He hugged it in his arms tightly and Thomas smiled. Alfred nudged Jack's arm and whispered that he should take Mr. Wayne's luggage. So, Jack grabbed the bag. They then headed to the car. It was parked in front of the station. They had to go through the lobby to get there. Inside the place was buzzing. Bruce could hear the people interacting with each other. He was so excited because he didn't get a chance to look around the station when they came through earlier. Alfred had made them walk quickly. He had told them to hurry, and he told them that a gentleman should never be late. Bruces' legs were still a little sore. Now that they had made it, they were no longer in a rush. This place was big. It was absolutely amazing. Bruce was smiling from cheek to cheek. He couldn't believe how grand the station was. The ceiling was at least two stories high. It was beautifully decorated. Terracotta adorned every crevice and the ceiling depicted Gotham as a wonderland. Bruce wasn't paying attention to what was ahead of him and he ran right into Jack. Bruce stumbled a bit but Jack didn't even notice him. Jack was too busy listening in. He knew that Thomas and Alfred were talking about something serious. Jack could see the expressions on their faces. He didn't know what they were saying but he kept on trying to read their lips.
"How's my Grandmother, Alfred?"
"Sir, the doctors say that she's still in a coma but her condition is stable."
Thomas sighed, and a feeling of guilt rushed over him. He quietly prayed to the patron Saint of healing.
"Saint Raphael. Patron Saint of healing. Heal my grandmother and bring her back home."
"Amen, Sir." Alfred said in a very low voice.
"How are you, Alfred? How are your injuries?"
"I'm a little sore but I will be alright."
"That's good to hear." Thomas said.
"What about Martha? Is she better?"
"I'm not sure Sir but the good thing is she stayed to herself."
"I'm just glad she didn't hurt the kids or any other staff members. I can count that as a blessing."
"You're right, Sir." Alfred agreed.
"Alfred, when we get back. I would like you to drop me off at the door. I want to enter the house alone. I want you to take the boys to get some Ice cream. Because I expect Crane to come while you are gone.
"Okay, Sir."
They exited the transit and approached the car. Thomas went ahead and got in. Alfred, Jack, and Bruce headed to the back of the vehicle. Alfred popped the trunk. Bruce stepped up, arched his back, and slid the briefcase into the back. Jack placed the suitcase next to it. Alfred closed the trunk, then walked over, and opened Bruces' door. In the other seat he saw his father. Thomas was reading a newspaper. He was waiting for them to get settled so he could hand them their gifts. Jack got a hat and Bruce got a toy train. The train looked just like the one his father was on. Bruce rolled the locomotive across the seat and across his legs. He imagined that he was going on an important trip, where he would travel through tunnels, and over bridges. Bruce was having so much fun. Thomas smiled. Within a little time Bruce fell asleep. It was now past noon. They were at least twenty minutes away from the Wayne Mansion. Alfred could see the serious expression on Thomas's face in the rearview mirror. He could tell that there was something on Thomas's mind but he knew not to ask. Time seemed to move quickly. They had finally made it back. The gates opened immediately once the guard spotted them. Alfred smiled as he drove in. Half way down the drive Alfred spotted a vehicle. At first he thought it was the milk truck but as he got closer he saw the words Arkham Asylum on the side panel.
"Sir!" Alfred pointed and shouted.
"Yes."
"Look."
Thomas's eyes locked onto the man that stood in front of them. He felt anger consume him. It was hard to control the emotions he felt inside. This was because the person was no other than Jonathan Crane. He was the doctor in charge of Martha at the Arkham Asylum. Crane was leaning against the transport vehicle. He was waiting for his men to retrieve Mrs. Wayne.
Jack had seen this bus before. He remembered it from when he was younger. The vehicle had been parked in front of Old man Hannigan's. The rumor had been that Hannigan had murdered his wife because she had cheated on him. He was so angry he went insane. Jack remembered looking into his eyes. Those eyes made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. Just like the time when Mrs. Wayne looked through the crack of his door. Jack knew who they were there for. They were here for Mrs. Wayne.
"Stop the car!" Thomas's voice boomed.
The car jerked as it screeched from Alfred pressing on the brakes. Bruce woke up. Jack turned around and glared at Thomas. They both could see the fierceness in their fathers eyes. Thomas got out of the car and he planted his foot firmly on the ground. He slammed the door and Jack couldn't move. He had never seen Mr. Wayne angry before. The intensity made Jacks' pulse race. Thomas started walking towards Crane.
"Why are you here so early!" He yelled.
"Sorry for the inconvenience."
"Inconvenience! You're more than an hour early! I told you that I didn't want my kids to be present and you blatantly disregarded my wishes!"
"Sir, your wish? I never promised you the time you requested. I believe that I'm still within those parameters. How would I know that you were arriving early? Surely a man of your status understands how delicate one's business is. Wouldn't you say Mr. Wayne?"
"You uncouth man! Did you for a second think about why I wanted you to arrive later? My five year old and fifteen year old sons are in that car wondering what's going on. Jack, my oldest, has already been through a lot and Bruce I just didn't want him to see his mom being taken away. Don't you feel ashamed, Mr. Crane?"
"No, I don't. I get paid to fix problems and issues all the time. People just expect me to make all their problems go away. But I don't have time for those types of games. Don't you know your wife's sanity hangs in the balance. I am not a man of convenience when an issue still exists. Do you want me to help you Mr. Wayne or do you want me to leave?"
Thomas understood what he was saying but he hated that he didn't have any other choice right now.
Bruce was getting impatient. He stood up on the floor panels and leaned on the seat in front of him.
"Hey Jack. What is dad talking to that man about?"
"I don't know."
"Mr. Alfred do you know?"
"Sorry Mr. Bruce but that's grown up business."
"You always say that Mr. Alfred and that's not fair. I'm almost 6. You and dad said I'm a big boy now. So, that means you can tell me right"
"Sorry Sir, no."
"Bruce, stop bothering us. Sit back in your seat and stop breathing down my neck." Jack growled.
"Jack, you're so mean."
"You're annoying."
"Boys."
Bruce sat back in the seat and pouted. The front door of the house opened and two men came out with Martha strapped up in a straight jacket. Thomas's anger returned.
"How did you get in my house!" He yelled.
"Calm down. Your lovely wife let us in."
"How dare you take advantage of her kindness."
Martha's head flopped around.
"Hey darling." Martha said.
"I'm going somewhere with these nice men."
"What's wrong with her?"
"We just gave her something to make her calm." Crane said with a smile.
"Yeah, the Miss should be feeling really good right now." One of the men agreed.
"What did you give her?" Thomas yelled.
"We only gave her 10mg of Thorazine. As you know, it gives stability to the mentally unstable."
Bruce opened his door and raced out toward his mom before anyone could react.
"Get away from my mom!" He said to one of the tall men.
Bruce kicked him in the shin and the man pushed him to the ground.
"Keep your hands off my son!" Thomas yelled.
His fist connected to the man's face and the man smiled. He acted like it didn't even affect him.
"Maybe you should keep your son on a leash, he's bound to get hurt." The man smiled.
Thomas lunged again but Alfred held him back this time. Jack went over and helped Bruce up.
Martha's head flopped. She looked at Bruce and smiled with an absent smile.
"Daddy, what's wrong with Mommy?"
"Nothing Bruce. She's okay."
"Mommy, why are you acting weird?"
"It's okay darling. Mommy is just happy."
"Daddy, where are they taking her?"
"Don't worry Bruce. Mommy's going to a place where she can get better."
Bruce didn't understand at all. He was just a little kid, how could he understand?
"Brucy, Brucy." His mom screamed
Bruce looked at her.
"Mommy loves you!" She yelled.
They tucked Martha's head down into the back of the Arkham vehicle. Bruce's big eyes watered. He turned around and hugged Jack. His face dug into Jack's stomach. Crane smirked. He thought that everything was going smoothly. He couldn't be more pleased with their reactions.
"Mr. Wayne." Crane said as he tilted his hat.
Bruce's eyes scowled at him. He hated feeling reliant on that man.
Crane was excited he couldn't wait to record a new entry. The second experiment was off to a great start.
One of the big men got in the back with Martha. While the other one got into the driver's seat. Dr. Crane was next to him. Everybody watched as they left the premises.
"Well, this was entertaining my lad. What splendid chaos." The Joker said in delight.
"What's so great about it?"
"Everything. There was suspense, there was terror. That boy is going to have wonderful nightmares. Who can ask for a better day?"
"You're sick, Joker."
The joker laughs.
"Why thank you my boy."
-*-
"The patient Martha Wayne is now secure in her room. In her current state she is very fragile. In another day or two the mercury and Thorazine will wear off. She will be completely sane, and completely normal. That's when I shall administer electroshock therapy. I wonder what will happen when electricity passes through a healthy mind." (click)
Crane winds up the rill and labels it (Martha Wayne Experiment number 2).
-*-
A few hours had passed. Thomas made a call to Gotham General. He wanted to know how his Grandmother was doing, and if she was awake.
"Hello, this is Dr. Steadman Green."
"Hello, Dr. Green. This is Thomas Wayne."
"Oh, it is you Mr. Wayne. How can I help you?"
"Well, I just wanted to know how my grandmother is doing."
"You mean Vera?"
"Yes."
"One minute."
The doctor laid the phone on the desk. Thomas could hear his muffled voice call for a nurse.
"Bring me Vera's chart."
"Here you are, Doctor."
"Thank you."
The phone scraped against the desk and rubbed against the doctors' ear.
"Hello Mr. Wayne. Are you still there?"
"I'm still here."
"I've looked at her chart and it seems like she only suffered a few minor bruises. She has awakened but she isn't able to verbally communicate."
"Does that mean she can't speak?"
"Yes."
Thomas' heart dropped. So much guilt consumed him. Thomas wanted to know the extent of Vera's speech loss.
"Doctor, I have one last question."
"Yes Mr. Wayne."
"Will Vera ever be able to talk again?"
"That really depends on her. In time she can regain the ability to speak but it will be like starting from zero. Right now she needs all the support she can get."
"I understand, thank you Doctor."
"You're welcome Mr. Wayne."
Thomas and Alfred headed to the hospital. Mrs. Mayweather agreed to watch Bruce. Jack was busy studying.
They were now approaching Gotham General. Thomas was looking out the window. His eyes were wandering out into the distance. He just felt so much anxiety and so much stress. Thomas closed his eyes for a bit. He wished that all his problems would go away. He just wanted everything back to the way it used to be but he knew that dream was far away.
Alfred pulled up to the front door and Thomas got out. The car swung around to the parking lot. Thomas headed to the front desk and the nurse looked up.
"How may I help you Sir?"
"I'm here to see Vera Wayne."
"Vera…Wayne."
The nurse grabs the patient list and she scrolls her finger down the page. She finds Vearas name.
"Here it is, Vera Wayne. Just have a seat and we will have a nurse show you her room."
"Thank you."
Alfred came in and had a seat with Thomas. They waited for at least ten minutes until the nurse came out. She led them back to room 104. The nurse knocked on the door as she peaked in.
"Ma'am, you have some visitors."
Thomas and Alfred walked in. Her eyes lit up, tears eclipsed her face. She sat up in her bed and Thomas gave her a big hug. She closed her eyes and squeezed as tightly as she could. Thomas pulled back and she grabbed his hand. Vera patted the bed for him to sit. She was very happy to see her grandson and Alfred.
Vera reached behind her and grabbed a pencil and a pad. She wrote on the piece of paper and handed it to Thomas.
"Where are the Kids?" The note asked.
"They are at home with Mrs. Mayweather."
Vera's eyes got big. Thomas could tell that she was scared and he knew why. She was squishing his hand.
"Don't worry, Martha is in Arkham. The boys are safe. Crane came and got her earlier. Hopefully he can help her."
Vera's hand let go. She felt relieved. Vera didn't hate Martha but she was afraid of what she could do. It was good that Martha was getting help. Because Bruce needs a mother.
Dr. Green walks in.
"You must be Thomas Wayne."
"Yes, I am."
"So, you should be able to take Mrs. Vera home in a few hours. We just want to monitor her a little bit and then she will be free to go. In her weakened state we suggest she uses a wheelchair for a couple of days until she regains her strength. Here's her prescription for her pain. She needs to take two pills every four to six hours. Depending on her level of pain."
"Thank you Doctor."
"Here Alfred."
Thunder boomed as a storm rolled in. The rain was lightly tapping on the ground. Vera felt like this was a bad omen. She couldn't help but worry what it meant.
Thomas paid the bill and filled out the discharge papers. Alfred went and fetched the car. He pulled in front of the building and parked. Vera was put into a wheelchair and a nurse pushed her to the elevator. Thomas followed closely behind. They made it to the ground floor. Thomas got his umbrella ready. He held it over Vera's body as they walked to the car. Alfred had the door open and they helped Vera into the front seat. Vera was happy to go home. She put her hand on Alfred's shoulder and smiled. Alfred understood her sentiment. He was happy to see that his long-time friend was doing well.
The staff at the Wayne mansion were alerted to Vera's arrival. The sky had gotten dark and the rain was now pouring down. The car windows rattled as thunder roared in the sky. Alfred pulled under the car port and parked. Sally rolled over the wheelchair and Mr. Tom helped Vera out of the car to the chair. Sally pushed her around to the ramp and entered the mansion. Thomas, Alfred, and Mr. Tom followed. Vera tried to say thank you but she soon remembered she couldn't speak. Her mouth opened but only a hoarse whisper came out. This was very frustrating. She hated not being able to verbally communicate. Then she remembered she still had her pad and pencil. She wrote thank you and she showed it to everyone.
"You're welcome Ma'am." Sally said.
"It's always a pleasure." Mr. Tom replied.
Alfred nodded his head and Thomas smiled.
"Sally please take her up and make sure she is comfortable. Here is a bell so she can ring for your service. Make sure to make her a nice warm cup of earl gray."
"Yes, Sir."
Sally rolled her around to the elevator. It had a black floral designed gate. She opened the gate and walked inside. Sally pushed the button for the second floor and made sure the gate was latched. The elevator rocked when it started moving. Vera secured her hands in her lap as she waited for it to come to a stop. The elevator arrived at the second floor. The landing was slightly higher and her chair hit the bump. Vera rocked to the side. Sally rolled her to her room and then helped her into the bed.
"Ma'am I'm going to the kitchen to make your tea. Is there anything else you need?"
Vera shook her head.
"Oh, I almost forgot."
Sally reached into her apron pocket and pulled out the bell she was given.
"I'm going to put this right here on your night stand. Don't forget to ring me if you need anything."
Sally closed the door and went down stairs. Bruce started running in the hallway and Mrs. Mayweather was chasing him.
"Young Master Bruce, stop running and get in this bath immediately."
"No, I'm not that dirty."
"Get back here."
Hearing them made Vera smile. She was so glad to be back home.
-*-
It was three o'clock in the morning and everyone had fallen asleep. Everyone except for the Joker. This was the usual time of night that he liked to plan. He had finally thought of a way of getting rid of the soon to be dark night without breaking his word with Jack. The Joker remembered seeing an article about the Wayne son falling into a cave. It was all over the news in his timeline. The cave entrance was somewhere in the west part of the garden. Maybe if he could find the entrance he could create the desired opportunity. Jack wasn't aware that his body was being used at night. He didn't know what the Joker was up to. He just knew he felt extremely tired. For three nights he had rummaged through the attic looking for the blueprints of the mansion. Through his exploration he found what he was looking for. The Joker found that the house was built with many secret passages. There was a passage that led from his room to a tunnel entrance behind the mansion. The Joker knew this would be the way for him to sneak in and out. In his digging for information he also found the architect's notes. They were written by a man named Arthur T. Wells. He said when he surveyed the land, he had discovered a few deep holes in the ground and he had suggested they build somewhere else. The Wayne's were unwilling to compromise on the location. So, they had the holes covered with planks and then filled in with dirt and clay. The biggest hole they filled in was on the west end of the garden. That's where the Bruce of his timeline had fallen. Now the question is how can he make the area unstable now. The Joker smiled. He knew exactly how he was going to do it. He would need a shovel, an ax, and a sheet of some sort. The shovel and ax could be found in the garden shed. The sheet he would grab from the laundry room down stairs. During the cover of night he would dig. It took two days before he found the wooden planks. He pulled out a few and he flashed a flashlight into the cavern. It was deep as the architect had said. With the ax he had weakened the remaining lumber. Within those two days he had found a book about pitfalls in the Wayne's library. The book said he needed to cover the pit with small branches, leaves and dirt. He found everything he needed in the woods. Now the stage was set. He was ready to put his plan in motion. The Joker headed to the tunnel entrance and he took it back to his room. It was hard to control the body for this long and he passed out on the floor next to the bed. Jack woke up sore and confused. His hands, face and clothes were dirty. Jack shoes had caked on mud. He didn't know how he got on the floor but he knew it had to be Joker's handy work.
"Joker!"
"Yes my lad."
"Why am I dirty? What did you do?"
"You can say I did a little digging." The Joker laughed in self amusement.
"Seriously, why are you taking over my body?"
"Well, it would be no fun to tell you. Let's say it is for me to know and for you to find out." He laughs again.
-*-
It was now 11:30 am Jack approached Thomas Wayne. He suggested that they have a man's day outing outside in the garden. He said that they could throw around the pig skin, eat some burgers and some hotdogs. Thomas thought that would be a great idea. He needed some time to connect with his boys, he needed a break from his work.
Alfred was on the grill and Mrs. Mayweather was getting the table ready. Sally was upstairs with Vera. Bruce had asked her to watch them play. Sally helped Vera into her wheelchair. She pushed her up to the window and she handed her a pair of binoculars. Bruce waved at his great grandmother and she waved back. The football was thrown to Bruce and he dropped the ball. He picked it up off the ground and hoisted it up over his shoulder with two hands and threw it with all of his might. Jack barely caught it with the tips of his fingers. Then he threw it to Thomas. Thomas then told the boys to go long. Jack ran back and crossed over and stopped a few feet short of the west end of the garden. Bruce zoomed by him and he scooped up the ball that laid on the ground.
"I got the ball dad."
"Good job."
Then there was a snapping sound. At first Bruce didn't pay attention to it. Then the snapping kept on multiplying and his tiny body gave way underneath him. Bruce disappeared into the ground. Vera saw it with her binoculars. She pointed to her window with her eyes bulging out. She was so upset that she couldn't yell or scream. Sally wasn't even looking. She was making the bed and she was talking out loud. Vera threw her binoculars to the ground to get her attention.
"BRUCE!" Thomas screamed.
Everyone looked back. Thomas started to run to
"BRUCE!" Thomas screamed.
Thomas was running to the west side of the garden. Everyone turned around to see what happened to Bruce. He was nowhere to be seen. They scrambled to where Thomas ran. Alfred, Mrs. Mayweather, Thomas, and Jack stood in front of a big opening. Sally and Vera could see them gathering. Everyone outside was yelling for Bruce. They couldn't see him or hear him.
All of the yelling caused Jack to wake from his trance. He almost lost balance and fell into the hole. Alfred's arm was the only thing keeping him from falling in.
"Where am I? What's happening?" Jack asked.
"Are you okay Jack. Your brother just failed down there."
Jack couldn't remember anything since last night. Everything Happening now had Joker written all over it.
"Oh my God this was you."
"You caught me."
The Joker laughs uncontrollably.