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In Work In Progress. Not official yet. 😅
Joker ran through the back alley streets of Gotham. Huffing and puffing while evading the place he once was at.
The one night on a day he didn’t feel like doing anything criminal, say, the late night munchies getting takeout food from a restaurant. One employee had to play hero or be a total jerk decided to contact the police stating that the Joker was there to rob them.
Now hangry and bitter with an empty stomach. He weaves through alleyways and abandoned buildings until he stopped to catch his breath when he got a certain distance. “Note so self,” Joker says out loud. “Next time, hostage the employees first BEFORE ordering food. Cause I can’t do this every time they decide to call SOS to the police.”
Exhausted, hot and sweaty while also out of breath. Joker looks around and doesn’t seem to recognize where he is. Honestly he’s never in this part of the alleyways in Gotham before. Might as well hide until the police search dies down. So, he looks around until he finds a door. It was broken on a hinge and couldn’t shut properly. But it was easy to open and take a look inside.
Going through his pockets, Joker finds his flashlight. Well, it’s mostly a taser with a flashlight feature. He flicks it on and the light fills up a room. A dark dusty room with newspapers covering the inside of the windows to block sunlight from coming inside. From how dusty it was, Joker covers his nose and mouth with a handkerchief to not breathe it in.
The place was very barren with glass shards on the ground, dust particles in the air, and a smell of some kind of stench lingering. Like the smell of an old house. But as he explored deeper, he found a laboratory within the building. And in said laboratory is a glass tank filled with a lime green substance.
“Okay… strange place. Maybe a government lab abandoned or something,” Joker mutters to himself. “I’m sure I could remodel this place into something I could use.” As he continues surveying the room, he hears a wet squelch of a noise. Before he could turn to investigate, he’s grabbing and pulled into the tankard that the green goop was in. Accidentally dropping his taser and handkerchief in the process.
Now he’s drowning in the green slimy substance. He could feel it hold his body and press down on his face. He tries to swim in it but the substance was like a quicksand effect. The more you moved, the more you sink instead of floating. His heart raced, but just from fear but lack of oxygen. His lungs desperate for oxygen and Joker knew he couldn’t hold his breath for long.
The pressure on his face hurt as the slime felt around his face and lips. Was this stuff sentient? At this point, Joker knew escape was nigh and had to breathe soon or else he’ll drown in the substance and die in it.
Then felt himself being pushed to the surface. And once his head was exposed to open air, he took a deep breath as relief filled him.
But it was also his mistake. Once he had that moment of inhaling the air, the slime lunges into his mouth and forces him to swallow.
Joker tried gagging the stuff out but the more he moved his throat, the more that the slime fed into him. It tasted strongly like lime and sticky like honey. But it’s thicker and heavier, clinging itself to the surface of his mouth and throat.
But also he could feel his body expanding. His stomach, his arms, his legs. EVERYTHING. His stomach felt full and heavy as if he consumed banquets amounts of food. But there’s no escaping this or any form of rescue to his aid. Once the last amount of slime was gulped down, he takes another deep breath and looks at himself.
His clothes look stretched out but felt tight containing his form. His stomach blooms out from under three layers of clothes. His coat, vest, and undershirt. At least his undershirt sleeves weren’t squeezing his blubbery arms too tightly, but the seams feel stretched out and frail. The tie around his neck has loosened to where it looks like he has a mini scarf. But his pants creak as they feel like they’re going to shred and buttons pop. The pant legs feel tight like skinny jeans around his massive thighs. If only he had a seam ripper to tear his pants into shorts to give his legs room to breathe.
But there’s no denying it. He looks fat from the slime that had invaded his body. Like he let himself go. And the worst part about this: how’s he gonna confront Batman about this situation? Cause it’s not everyday he confronts his greatest enemy about a problem that he unintentionally got himself stuck into.