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JUNE REMEMBERED IT ALL too well. Those times she had taken over her body. The way she was caged in her own mind. Helpless. Hurting innocent people—–as well as the ones she loved. She was free. She was no longer a prisoner of that monster. Despite that, the sorceress left a mark; forever etched into her psyche. She may be under duress, but that didn’t erase the fact that she had blood on her hands. It wasn’t her, but she was still part of the atrocities her past parasite committed.

       The past was nothing but memories. Just memories. But even so, it still left a residue in the form of dreams—–nightmares—–and hallucinations. 

        It was the middle of the night, and her sleep was interrupted by an unpleasant dream. Or more like, a memory. She tried her best to shake it off. So, she went out for a drive. A directionless path with no destination in mind. 

        Until she ended up at their place. 

        She knocked at the door, hugged herself, as she waited for it to open. 

            what’s the point in delirium?                       what’s the fun in sanity?                                    didn’t you know?              insanity is just a bad day away.    welcome to bedlam. enjoy your stay. i’ll be your host while you’re here.

              who am i?    the joker of course !                      why aren’t you laughing?

       LAUGH --- IT’LL MAKE IT HURT LESS.

                when your grief becomes a creature.   you find it possesses you.   but your grief becomes a living thing that can protect others from the thing of its own origin.   but it never subsides.   every night is the same.   every aching heart reignites the pain of your own.   you feign to feel nothing because it is a safer thing than to feed the creature that holds you captive.   you thought that this suit and set you free,  but instead it just caged you to a grief shaped monster.      --   indie bruce wayne / batman