Fearlessness

When I woke up, I felt a strange itch on my back. It was a deep, crawling sensation that I couldn't ignore.

 I felt my hands were numb, I couldn't lift them.

I heard the sound of someone chewing something loudly.

I didn't know why I felt chills inside my body.

I didn't want to open my eyes, but I did. I'm not a coward.

I'm the Joker, after all.

I was in a large room with a giant table.

There was nothing else in the room but this table.

Or maybe I couldn't see anything else but this damn table.

I was sitting on it.

I couldn't move my damn face.

Where did this girl take me?

There was a young man sitting across from me at the end of the table. He was handsome, with piercing blue eyes, white hair, and a pointed nose. But there was a dark evil in his eyes.

He looked at me with a predatory gaze that I didn't understand.

He was eating something loudly. It looked like meat.