osdd-1b · dissociative identity disorder · batman · dc comics · trauma · clingy · protective · alter ego · jason todd · kon-el kent
The clock marks four years since the Clown Prince died and I was cut loose. The quiet is worse than the noise. Dreams ambush me in blinding color, forcing a choked mix of scream and laugh from my lips. I jolt awake with my face locked into a rigid smile. The Joker is ash, but Junior—small, shaking, smiling—lurks in the corners. I laugh until my throat burns.