Author's note: I had originally had another Joker story called "The Science of Fear" but I couldn't figure out where to go with it. This one however I do have an idea. Ironically this started when I was talking to my friend complaining a little how all OC Joker characters seem to be the same. None are truly realistic. That if I was character I would be all scared, and that there would be nothing for him to like. There character in here, don't worry, won't actually be me, but more realistic in a sense. And also a little bit of Harley in this. SORRY! The prologue is just showing a little of main character and how the Joker sees her. I hope you all enjoy it.
Disclaimer: I don't own Batman. I don't own the Joker. Only my OC character.
I was never a strong woman.
She stood up to me with near fear on her face. Those blue eyes held warmth and love. But they held something else not many have, no self doubt.
I never had any special skills.
She had all the talents I needed. Her knowledge of economics, government, and psychology. A painter who seemed to know the world, but always doubted her own intelligence.
All I did was design websites for a living.
She was different. People called me crazy but she said and thought things many seemed twisted. Her paintings where dark with mutilated bodies. Yet she carried herself with such grace, and such dignity that everyone viewed her as innocent.
I screwed up all the relationships in my life.
She always appeared happy. But I knew she felt alone.
I feared death.
She cringed and cried. The fear was there. Asking me always about the after life and what I believed.
And I never wanted to age.
A twenty eight year old woman who only appeared barely twenty. She even fooled me.
I wanted botox.
The scar on her cheek, just like mine. The way she grimaced when she looked at her self every time. But she was still beautiful.
I wanted to be someone else.
She wasn't strong physically. She could barely lift 50 pounds, but they she looked at me. The way she fought back. Her mind is what made her strong.
I wanted to be strong.
She is strong. She endured everything I have.
"I will never be like Harley! I'm not going to kill him!"
I never wanted her to be Harley. The moment I saw her I knew she could never be. She was something even more.
I am not strong.
I made her stronger.
I have no special skills.
Her mind, the way she thought, and how she was able to survive with me.
And I could never take a life.
I could never take hers.
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So how could he choose me?