GH-0-19-5 wasn't stupid. He might not know that,-thanks to G.I.W.-but he really isn't dumb. He knew that the man in front of him was dangerous. The man, or as he was introduced, The Joker, radiated a vicious arura of crazy and lethal. His scarred smile, the purple clad tux, painted white face, and electric green hair made him look like a clown's murdered corpse. Of you The Joker was very much alive, he is currently breathing, he has a heartbeat too.

Dangerous.

Bad.

The crowbar definitely didn't help GH-0-19-5's nerves at all either.

"Well," started Joker, "I heard you can be a very good weapon with some training." The Joker started to approach GH-0-19-5 with the crowbar.

"Like a dog almost." The Joker mused. "And a mutt, like you, needs reminders. The rules," he started to twirl  the crowbar as he approached GH-0-19-5, "who's the master, and if course," Joker stopped right in front of GH-0-19-5 with a large grin as he stopped twirling the crowbar, "punishments." At the last word he hit GH-0-19-5 with the crowbar right across his face-probally braking his nose from the snapping sound- and pulled him into another room.

GH-0-19-5 could tell by the steady dripping noise and white pain where his nose was that the nose was, indeed, broken.

Said room was made of cement, the original door had been removed and replaced with a steel one, three folding chairs left on the floor, the room was barely lit too. Of course that's not what mad GH-0-19-5 uncomfortable. No, it was the fact that there was a set of chains and chain cuffs attached to the ceiling right where the wall and roof connect. Little bit below them was another pair of chains attached to cuffs. But that's not all. Their was a tray of torture tools right in the center of the room.

The worst part? All of it was Ectoranium.

[Warning: Torture and gore]

Joker remember how Harley didn't want the clothes she gave her new pet to wear ruined. Her exact words to Joker, "When you train the pup I don't want him all dirty!" She had scolded him, giving him further instructions to not ruin his clothes and give him a bath later. And he definitely didn't want an angry Harley attacking him today.

He made GH-0-19-5 strip quick then chained him up. GH-0-19-5 was silently panicking now.

'Remember your training GH-0-19-5. Come on. Steady your breathing or get a worse punishment.' GH-0-19-5 thought as he started to control his breathing.

GH-0-19-5 was to busy trying to calm down that he didn't notice Joker grab a muzzle from the tray. That is until The Joker laughed as he was about to put it on GH-0-19-5.

Joker stopped moving as he was just close enough that GH-0-19-5 to notice five details of the muzzle. First, it was Ectoranium infused steel with an Ectoranium infused leather harness to keep it on. Second, it would cover his whole face minus the holes for the eyes. Third, there was some Ectoranium needle-like studs were the under side of his chin would lay. Fourth, the muzzle looked like a dog head with it's large front clamp for his mouth and the metal on top bended like dog ears. Fifth, this was going to hurt.

(It looks like the muzzle on the top picture)

It took alot for the young experiment not to flinch away as The Joker brought the
full-faced metal muzzle and placed it on him. Those studs dug into his soft under chin enough to draw some lime green, and faintly glowing, blood out of GH-0-19-5 .

With the muzzle on GH-0-19-5 couldn't move his mouth enough to scream, not like he would anyway tho. Him not screaming meant Joker could see just how far he could push his new pet.

The Joker walked back to his table of tools, turning to GH-0-19-5 to ask the experiment a question.

"What would you like to start of with first mutt? Mr.Knife, Mrs.Crowbar, or little Electric Jr. ?" His smile turned-somehow- even more giddy before he decided himself, "You know what? Let's do a little bit of them all first!"

The Joker grabbed four rusty knives off the table and walked up to GH-0-19-5. Taking his time, Joker inserted one in GH-0-19-5's hip by slowly twisting it into the hip bone. The second rusty knife was quickly shoved into the left shoulder blade of the experiment. The third blade tapped on the second knife a couple of times before Joker used the blade's blunt end to shove the first knife deeper into the hip bone of GH-0-19-5. Mr.Third Blade finally found it's home in GH0-19-5's right arm. The fourth played around the body of the experiment, cutting into the soft a d scarred flesh of GH-0-19-5's stomach and back, before being thrown to the ground.

GH-0-19-5 had lines of glowing green going down from him and into the growing vibrantly colored puddles around GH-0-19-5. The ghostly blood was mainly green from GH-0-19-5 being in his ghost form but some red had started to drip to the floor as well. This making the bigger formed puddles, the ones under his arms, a sickly glowing green and brown that made a black like substance where the most blood gathered.

Joker grabbed the crowbar next, a maniacal laugh following him as he  GH-0-19-5.
With a  enough momentum to gain a painful wack to the small 4 foot body of GH-0-19-5. Joker continued to beat up experiment until he was barely conscious.

Joker then grabbed some wires with clips at the end from a machine across the room.

GH-0-19-5 just watched helplessly as Joker clamped the wires to the knives embedded in him and walked over to the machine to turn it on.

The experiment arched his back and involuntarily thrashed about in the Ectoranium chains.

The last things GH-0-19-5 remembered was pain, falling, cold hands, and small bumps as he passed into the world of consciousness.