Ok so, I'm looking back on these chapters and I'm realizing mistakes such a spelling and I kinda rushed the story. I do believe that my writing gets better as this is my first story so I hope you don't mind. Also the jokes in this chapter are kinda bad, but I get better I PROMISE....I hope at least.

"WHAT TH"- Your mouth disappeared before you could continue, as you stared at the man? in front of you.

"Now now, listen here" He said in a comedic sounding voice, almost laughing despite the fact your mouth no longer existed.

He started to ramble, although you weren't paying that much attention due to the fact your brain was trying to comprehend where the heck you were.

A blank space surrounded you. Nothing but a white abyss that seemed to have no end.

Through all the madness and confusion, you did hear something about how "fun" it would be if you were sent there.
Another reason you weren't paying attention, was because this man looked....familiar?

He was extremely short, but also floating. 'Is he a fairy? Am I you dead? IS HE JESU'-
Your train of thought stopped completely as you noticed the small purple hat that barely fit on his head, and your mind made the connection immediately.

'No, that's impossible, it's a lie, if I'm dead why haven't I been isekai'd, isekai me, just get me away from him, please
ANYONE! TRUCK-KUN!"

On that last word your mouth returned, causing you to scream in the mans face. His head seemed to stretch back at the yell, unlike any ordinary being that's ever existed. But this was no ordinary man, this man was
"Mr Mxyztptlk. Or however the fuck you say it"

His grin grew wider, a little too wide, as his eyes shone with amusement and joy.

'Sadist, 100% a sadist'

"I WAS RIGHT, you guys do know about us, I was right I was right I was right" He laughed as he continued to repeat the phrase, muttering it.

"I wonder how you'll do in my favourite world Y/N" He spoke again, trying to contain his laughter, although he continued to let out short giggles. This was just SO FUNNY AFTER ALL.
You began to mutter as you stared at him, wide-eyed. You were probably having a mental breakdown. You were meeting a dimensional troll after all.

"This is a dream, it's not real, it's not. Lies, I'm drugged, or better yet dead. I refuse to believe this troll is talking to me. No, nope, kill me now if I'm alive, or wake me up if I'm asleep, just end this nightma"-

"TROLL?!?" The little man yelled out, his face red with anger. You could visible see the steam coming out from his ears. It was.....an interesting sight.

"I was gonna be nice to you and send you to a peaceful spot, but since you're so rude, I'll just have to give you a punishment" His grin grew wider as it turned into a sadistic one, his eyes shingling with joy and amusement, but also with a bit of malice.

'200% sadist, definitely 200%'

The troll snapped its fingers.

That was all you heard, saw, and thought as the world went black around you

Your eyes shot awake, as you instantly sat up and got to your feet, looking around wildly.

That was a mistake however, as a splitting headache overtook you, causing you to lean against the wall of the building next to you. It was only then that you noticed how nauseous you were feeling, which combined with the headache, caused you to start vomiting.

After a while, when the vomiting stopped and the headache ceased, you finally decided to take in your surroundings.

It was the exact same alleyway you remembered collapsing in, nothing at all was different. Although it was nighttime, so you at least slept. That's odd, you never sleep.

Checking yourself, you noticed your injuries were completely gone, not a single bullet wound or slash mark to speak of, which weirded you out. It was too soon for those to be gone.

'Was that a dream? Does that mean I just- of course'

'So, that dream about meeting a DC character was just that, as well as what happened before' You thought as you formed a depressed face thinking back to that dream.

"Couldn't it have been Catwoman or something, not that little troll" You frowned and crossed you arms, thinking about how life just wasn't fair. After all, if it was gonna be a comic book character, then why not one that would provide a little more of a "sight".

"Well, now that I've had a good nights rest, might as well get some food" You muttered to yourself, making your way to the entrance to your alleyway. Your stomach growled, after all, when was the last time you ate? You were on the run after all. Not a family person.
'Who should I mug ton'-

Knife

Immediately rolling backwards, you felt a piece of your H/C hair get cut off, as the familiar feeling of a knife being swiped over your head transpired. Landing in a crouched position, your eyes shot wide and your thoughts went wild. Immediately trying to identify the threat.

'Knife? Who's a knife expert? Sis? No she would've just shot me. Who uses a knife! THINK Y/N THINK'

You lifted up your head, only to move it slightly to the right on instinct. You felt something blitz by your head, not as fast as a bullet, but more like someone threw a baseball at you. Your eyes barely caught the thing that flashed by your head. It was.....gag teeth?
'DA FUCK'

"WooooooWE, that was close one. Bats might get me one of these days.....but who am I kidding, I'LL JUST KEEP COMING BACK. After all, we're just two love birds that can't be separated. Romeo, ooooooh Romeo. Ha.....haha.....HAHAHAHAHAHAHA"

Run

Thats what every instinct in your body was telling you as you heard a chilling voice laugh to its content. A murderous aura was just seething from the figure in front of you. Your body started to shake just from hearing the thing talk. It wasn't even trying to purposely intimidate you.

You know what it's like to be under pressure like this, you've felt it a thousand times before. But you've never felt such a killing intent that so...........
chaotic.

It felt like at any moment, it would swallow you whole. Leaving nothing but laughter that would fill the void left by you once you were gone, just as you were swallowed into the abyss. Consumed by the evil that he was emanating.

"HAHAHAHA-oh? You're still alive? How embarrassing, you caught me monologuing. I can't have you tell others about my little crush on batsy can I? After all, we can't let them know I'm insane. HAHAHAHAHAHAAAA"

You just stood up and began to walk further into the alley, ignoring the laughing figure all together.

'Nope. I can't deal with this right now. I have enough crazy in my life already. I'm hungry, I have terrible mental health, and I just had a dream about a DC character. I'm not dying while holding these traits. I'm not risking it either, hopefully, if that guy wasn't sent, he'll just let me go'

"I didn't see a thing" You called out as you walked away, not noticing the dumbfounded expression upon the maniacs face.

"I was never here, or just too high to notice you, either ones an excuse, good day kind sir" You said that last part in a terrible British accent, and just kept walking into the dark alley. Any place was better than here.

You knew it was coming, you didn't even need your natural instincts to warn you. Swiftly jerking your body to the right, you avoided another set of gag teeth? thrown your way. After just one talk you could barely call a conversation, you already knew what type of man that was currently running towards you was.

'A different kind of crazy'

Blocking the knife that swung for your throat, you caught the mans arm, and since it was extended, you attempted to grab his elbow in order to force that part up and break it. Seemingly sensing this, the man immediately pressed a button on his....is he wearing a suit? Never mind that, immediately pressing a button in the shape of a flower, a green gas began to escape from it.

Letting go, you attempted to gain some distance from the strange substance, but it was too late. The gas filled the alleyway in moments, leaving you surrounded by it.

Duck

Dropping to the floor, you looked up to see the man lunged with the knife directly where you once were. Catching a glimpse of him, you saw he was wearing.....makeup?

He literally soared over your head and back into the gas, making him almost invisible, scratch that, he was invisible.

'What kind of'-

"You know, I know I'm not the most "well liked" man in the city, but at least everyone knows me, right? I'm not that forgettable am I? No, no no no no, they all know me, after all, I'm not like everyone else. I will NEVER be forgotten.......bats wouldn't forget me........I'm his greatest enemy! He CAN'T live without ME!.......Right?"

While the man was saying all of this, he was also circling you. Gag teeth, tiny toy-looking hammers that were made from metal by what you could tell from the clang they made when they hit the ground, and even bottle of ACID were all being thrown your way as you could barely capture a glimpse of his figure through the gas.

You saw something stop moving in the gas, and immediately pounced on it. You and what you saw stop moving both rolled onto the ground, with you on top.

As your eyes began to adjust to being in a deeper layer of the gas you looked down you to see whatever you tackled was a......cardboard cutout?
'WHERE DID HE GET A CARDBOARD CUT O-........wait, if he's not the one I tackled, then he's'-

Look out

Dropping your head down, you heard the sound of something sharp quickly swishing through the air where your head once was.

Without looking, you turned on your back and threw the cut-out into the man, only for him to cut it in half, without stopping his mid-lunge momentum.

He crashed down on top of you, and you found yourself using both hands to hold up a knife who's blade-end was pointed at your throat.

The man was directly on top of you with both hands on the handle and was pushing with great force.
'This guys got some real weird kinks- FUCK'

You began to lose the struggle, as you felt the tip of the knife begin to press against your throat. For a moment this shocked you, being your natural strength wasn't enough to directly overpower the man even despite his advantageous position.

Realizing you didn't have a choice, you began to set a plan you really didn't want to do in motion.

'Shit. This part always hurts'

It was one of your last resorts, but you were one inch away from death, scratch that about 0.75 of an inch at the moment.

Slowly you began to use your middle-finger to inch towards your right hands thumb, while still holding the knife up with all your strength.

The man however, leaned his face towards the knife, as well as his whole body, so his body weight began to add to the pressure. Blood began to trickle down your neck in response to how the dagger dug into it.

"Y'know, for someone I've never met before, your a REAL FIGHTER! Ya got some KICK IN YA! Sadly, we have to part here. It was fun while it lasted, but the show must go on. Don't worry, I'll remember you. I might just take and arm to make sure I don't forget. Ho"-

Your middle finger finally found its way to the left side of your thumb, before you pressed it three times in a weird sequence.
You heard the click.

Pain erupted from your hand, as the sensation of your skin tearing and being ripped open washed over you body. You wanted to scream, to yell out, but you suppressed those emotions.

The pressure on the knife was completely gone with the man in front of you having his eyes opened wide. His face held no joy, laughter, or even sadistic emotions as it was one of pure shock.

He slowly looked down towards his chest, where a knife had impaled him. It had impaled his chest.

"Y-you cra-razy bastard, who th-the he-hell *cough cough* hi-hides a k-knife in the ba-back side of th-their hand"

He toppled over to the side, clutching the wound.

That's when the adrenaline began to fade.

"MOTHER OF A SON ON A WEDNESDAY IT STILL HURTS!" You screamed out, as the blade went back to its original spot.

"Or "fuck" if I'm feeling generic"

There was a perfectly symmetrical line where the blade snapped from and went back to, as well as blood pouring from the wound. The skin and flesh residing over that area spread around the scene. It was like someone lined up a knife with a ruler and then proceed to cut it like you would a carrot.

Almost like that time you-

'WRONG MEMORY! Wait, stop the bleeding , then stitch. Stop the bleeding, then stitch. Yeah, even an idiot could figure that out.
Stop the bleeding, then, stitch, stop the bleeding, then stitch. I always forget the stitch and just leave it there. I'M LEARNING LET'S GO'

You managed to sit yourself up against one of the alleys walls, while the man lay a few feet away from you.

Repeatedly muttering the phrase "I'm smart", you pulled out your mini med-kit that you always carried sewn into your jacket pocket.  The man, that was currently bleeding out, was looking at you as if you were stupid.

After managing to stop the bleeding, you began the very slow, and painful process of stitching the wound back together. Your face contorted, and you were trying very hard not to let out a groan of pain. An annoyed groan especially due to how tedious the process was.

"Y'know, wh-when I'm h-hurt *cough* I-it a-always fe-feels better to t-tell a j-j-jo-joke" The man barely muttered out as his words became a little quieter the more he talked.

You looked upon the man in surprise. He had just tried to kill you, was now bleeding out, and was telling you a way to cope with pain. What the hell was this logic?

"What's your name" You asked, as your eyes remained trained on the task of stitching your wound together.

"W-why m-my names the JO.....Jo........J"

A silence fell upon the man, causing you to look into his eyes. You could see it, the internal battle his mind was having, as if in deaths door, the human in this man was fighting to take control before his end. It was a sight you'd seen many times before as you'd already had your fair share of fights with insane people.

"Jack.....I think-...I think it's Jack"
"Well Jack, what do you do for a living?"

He looked at you once again, an amused and surprised look on his face. His back was on the ground, and he turned his head so that his eyes were looking into the night sky, not a star in sight.

"I-........I wanted to be a comedian"
"I see, so a comedy kinda a guy"
"I guess you could *cough* say that"

Blood began to trickle from the mans mouth after that cough. You knew it was too late. Your blade either stabbed his heart or lung, and you didn't have anything to treat the man even if you wanted to.

"What is a bad man?" The man suddenly asked, his inhuman voice slowly turning a little bit more normal.

"Do you want my honest opinion?"
"Y-yes"
"There is no such thing as a bad man"

The man once again turned his head towards you, a visibly confused expression on his features.

"Well, even if your a "good man" you'll still be perceived as a "bad man" by others. You will always be known as the "bad man" in at least one persons eyes. We're all human, and humans are evil creatures"

"B-....bu"-

"Y'know, if someone kills a murderer, then some people would perceive that person as a "good man""

Green eyes met yours, as you had completely captivated his interest.

"However, some would also perceive that person as a "bad man" due to the fact that in their eyes, you still killed a human, and that makes you no better than the man you killed"

"We're all humans, and we all justify our actions with our own beliefs and sense of right and wrong, even if others don't agree. We force it upon others, changing their beliefs to fit our needs, corrupting them. If not, then we simply take out our anger on those that don't agree, hurting those around us in the process. That is why I believe there is no good or bad man, only our human nature"

By this point your hand was almost stitched up, you flexed it, holding it up to the moonlight so you could see your very flexible work. You of course did not flex or hold it up in a way that would hurt you or open the wound.

"Or maybe that's just the excuse I use" You muttered silently.

Looking at the man, and saw him staring at you in awe.

"Hey, I never caught your name"
"Y/N"
"Well then Y/N, could you *cough cough cough* d-do me a f-favour"

You looked at him again, but his face was facing the sky. You couldn't make out his expression. He motioned with his hand to the hat at the end of the alleyway, and asked to keep it safe for him. After agreeing, the man said something peculiar.

"I was about to show t-that a-all it to-t-took as one b-bad d-day to make so-some-someone like me" He continued, his face still looking up into the night sky.

"But maybe........a-all it takes i-is one encounter, one m-*cough cough* moment, to *cough cough cough* o-open you- *cough* your eyes"

"Knock *cough* k-kn *cough cough* knoc-knock"

He asked, barely able to speak as more blood trickled down his mouth, the wound in his chest seeping with blood.

"Who's there" You asked as you looked at the man, a broken man. A man who was looking through his life, trying to figure out how it changed. It was a sight you'd gotten used to, but the way it affected you never changed.

"N- *cough cough*
Not me"

With that, the man took his last breath. A laugh nearly escaping his throat before his did, not one of the laughs you heard when you first fought the man, but a genuine one, one of joy.

You rose to your feet, looking at the man in front of you. His face was to the stars, a smile too big for a human face spread across his features. His red lips and green hair reminded you of someone, but you didn't know who.

There was nothing you could do as your eyes hardened at the sight of the man you killed, the one that told a joke right before he died.

With nothing else left here you turned away, trying to forget everything that just happened before it turned into another fuel for your nightmares.

You slowly began to walk towards the hat near the entrance of the hallway. It was a purple top hat, with a black line circling it. You slowly picked it up, before looking at the body in the alley. You took it with as you prepared yourself to go shopping for some food. However, the site outside the alley, was not your city.

Tall buildings littered the street, as a billboard sign reading GCPD was one of the first things you noticed. A seemingly timeless street took your full view as yellow lights illuminated it. There was no colour, no cars blasting terrible music. It was.....hollow. You could hear