Prank call...? (Rewrite)

Chapter 1

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.

Until they weren't.

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.

But they still held him. His body felling warmth for the first time as he was carried out from the doors that opened above it whenever his hands came in.

He could see their eyes were wet as they stared at him. Their mouth moving but the words never reached his ears.

Belatedly he wondered when 'it' started to become 'he' again. He wouldn't like that. They kept talking as he wondered.

Their hands suddenly brought him back again, their eyes a gentle blue that held something unfamiliar before they addressed to him again, "Joker?" Oh, it wasn't to him. He listened anyway.

"Let's go"