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idk how to write a sypnosi but I'll try 
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Michael wakes up to find himself trapped in the Joker's cell, disoriented and confused. Desperately trying to piece together how he ended up in this nightmarish situation, he embarks on a harrowing journey of survival. In a cold, dark place known as the DC Universe, Michael must confront both physical and psychological challenges as he fights to escape the Joker’s clutches and navigate a world that blurs the line between reality and madness.
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I'm new writer and this is my first book i use chatgpt to fill the story plotholes and to research about character and stuff 
English is not my first language i understand English but i haven't written anything using it so bear with me a lil
disclaimer: i don't own anything (cover,dc characters ect) besides the mc
chapter:every Friday

beyond thoughts

I wake up in a cold sweat. The room is familiar, yet I feel an unease that I can't shake. It's strange. The world feels different this morning, quieter. Almost... frozen?

I roll over, trying to push the weight in my chest away, but it lingers. Something is wrong. Something's been wrong for a while now, but I can't pinpoint it. It's like I'm stuck in a loop, living the same day over and over—nothing changes. The world moves around me, but it feels like I'm just an observer. A passive spectator.

I try to ignore it, telling myself I'm just tired. It's been a rough week. Exams. School. Work. But deep down, I know that it's more than that. My thoughts keep circling back to one question: Who am I really?

It's as if I know things I should't.

I laugh at myself. Maybe I'm just tired,but no I'm not an idiot to ignore my this feeling as I sit up on the bed and look out the window, the reality around me... shifts.

The trees outside don't look like they used to. There's something wrong with the air, like it's not the same atmosphere I've breathed my entire life. My phone buzzes, and I grab it, noticing the date. It's the same day I went to bed.

Except... I swear I don't remember falling asleep last night.

I go to open the door. The moment my hand touches the knob, I hear something faint in the distance. It's laughter. No, not just any laughter. It's a laugh that almost everybody knows, I've ever read it , I've heard it ,the unmistakable, maniacal sound of the Joker.

But when I open the door, I step out into... Arkham Asylum?

I blink, certain my mind is playing tricks on me. This can't be happening. How am I here? I glance around. The walls are gray and cold. The air smells of mildew. There's no way this is real.

My mind races, trying to process everything. I know what Arkham Asylum is. I've read every story about it, every plotline involving its most dangerous residents. But how did I get here?

Am I dreaming? Or have I somehow ended up in a different world?

The laughter grows louder, and suddenly, I realize—this is not a dream. It's real. I'm here. In their world.

I swallow hard. I don't know what to do. The Joker is dangerous, unpredictable. And I'm... just a guy who knows too much about a world that's now his prison.

I think I need to figure out who I really am. But how do I do that when everything I thought I knew doesn't even seem to matter anymore?

chapter 1:wait.. i know this place!