Description
The room was small and dark, the smell of rot was pungent in the air as a small figure sat in silence that was too loud for anyone to bare. It's eyes long lost it's life and hope, it's body no more than an empty husk as it sat in solitude. It's only memories were of hands, hands of his that burnt and hurt, hands of his that were kind and gentle, hands that touched and invaded. Now new hands came, someone in white and gold, their hands far more kinder than his. Their hands that provided were a shield from the burning feeling of wrong it felt under it's skin. It wished these hands were for it. But they were here for another; They were here for Joker. ⚠️Possible Trigger Warnings⚠️: -Manipulation -blood -Violence -disassociation -panic attacks -angst -possibly bad writing Side project to motivate me, I'm making a rewrite cuz the old one's cringe and I have a better story for it now (kind of) (also told you the cover was bad :p)
Chapter 1
