#my brain is FRYING CAUSE WAT

[uncensored-and-psychotic]

Not All Days End With Destruction

[A/N: So this one is pretty bland. Not my best work but I'm just happy I finally wrote a new fic. 😂 Hopefully there will be more to come!]

It was a dark and stormy night. The kind of night that wasn't good for anything. I had had big plans for today and for them to be scrubbed because of a little rain was infuriating. Pacing the pent house I ponder on what I could do to alleviate some of my boredom. Frustrated I head to my study and straight to my weapons vault. Even if I couldn't blow Gotham up as planned the least I could do was cause a little chaos. Grabbing my semi automatic and grabbing the keys to the Lamborghini I yell out to Frost.

"I'm going out. Don't wait up."

He knew by the tone in my voice that I needed to be alone and didn't say a word till I was already speeding away.

Driving the streets I looked for my first victim but there wasnt a soul in sight.

"Just great. How the fuck am I supposed to incite panic if there's no one around!"

Growling I punch the dashboard grumbling when I feel two of my fingers dislocate.

"Just what I needed to add to this shit night."

Popping my digits back into place I rub my forehead.

'Smooth move clown boy. You cause more damage to yourself than you ever have to Gotham.'

"Shut the fuck up!"

The voices always started when I was frustrated and it always only served to aggravate me more.

"What the hell do you want anyway?"

I questioned as if the voices in my head were actually people.

Heh maybe those quacks at the asylum are right. Maybe I am a loon.

'You're not a loon. You're just bored. This is boring EVERYTHING you do is boring.'

I'm quickly tiring of their shit.

"And what exactly would you have me do? There's no one around to terrorize. I even doubt batbreath is out tonight. "

Well isn't that a depressive thought... Cant even but the bat.

Slamming my head into the steering wheel I just grown as I let my horn continue in the still night.

'Wow. Bravo. Annoying the neighborhoods. What an accomplishment. Your loosing your touch. A car alarm could do a better job of enciting chaos than you.'

The slow condescending clap that played through my head made me what to shut that damn voice up for good. Pondering for a moment I wonder if killing myself would be worth the satisfaction of knowing that damn idiot would die with me.

'You're joking right? You really think killing yourself would accomplish anything but make Gotham 'a safer place to live'. You're a bigger moron than I thought.'

I was too exhausted to fight him now. My want for destruction was overshadowed by the need to get out of my own head. That's when an idea stuck. I'd get that fucker to shut up one way or another, even for just a moment.

Jamming the Lamborghini into gear I speed towards my new goal trying to think of anywhere but where I'm going. I don't need to hear his opinions on my new plan. Familiar land marks pass us by signaling we were almost there.

'Where the hell are you taking us... There's nothing out this wat but... OhMyGod. You wouldn't.'

The voice scowled as it realized where I was headed.

"You bet your non-existent ass I would! It'll be a welcome vacation from your constant yammering!"

'Are you fucking insain? This is the dumbest thing you've done yet By Far.'

Cackling at how perturbed I had finally got him I can't help but smirk.

"I'm talking to a voice in my head. You tell me if I'm insain."

Driving straight through the wrought iron gates I come to a stop right before the heavy metal doors. Guards flood from the building aiming their weapons as soon as they catch sight of me.

"Hello boys. Check in for one."

I laughed as I held my arms out in front of me smiling as the cold metal cuffs latch around my wrists. I willingly. No. Gleefully follow them into the asylum knowing that a few rounds of electro therapy will give me a moments piece.

'I hope they fry your brain out.'

And with that last snarky comment I didn't hear from that stuck up voice for the rest of my stay in Arkham.