A/N: Hello, my lovely readers. So, this is my first fanfic ever. I'm an avid reader of many fandoms and I got an idea for an Joker/OC story. It's a classic Arkham asylum storyline, but I like it. Any comments, suggestions and votes are welcome. But please, go easy on me. Oh, and English isn't my native tongue, so if there are any mistakes, it wasn't intentional. Joker is kinda OOC in this one, but this is how I picture him with someone he likes and later loves. So, enjoy and happy reading!
I shuffled through the dark and cold building. Storm was raging outside and I was drenched from head to toe. They changed me in asylum clothes in the bus and I was freezing cold. I still can't believe that my own flesh and blood could do this to me.
Yesterday, I killed my almost rapist and my sister's husband. Yes, she's been married to him for 3 years. And yes, he's been an asshole from the start. My family is rich, filthy rich. But that money never meant much to me. What good is all that money if your own parents don't know you exist? When you live under the same roof and for your birthday you don't even get a kiss or a hug from your own mother and father? All they would give me is money in an envelope. I never needed that money. All I needed and wanted is their love and approval.
My only saving grace was my sister. Elenor was my best friend. 5 years older than me and the most beautiful creature. With her long blonde locks, blue eyes and a figure to die for she was every man's dream woman. As for me, I was like the black sheep of the family. I was short and plain. With brown hair and brown eyes, a bit thicker I was my mothers eyesore. She couldn't brag with me as she could with Elenor. But I was never jealous or sad about it. I was as a child because I didn't understand how my mother's mind worked. But now as I do I couldn't care less. My father always kept up appearances. So one can imagine why he never really tolerated me or my presence on their fancy galas or meets and greets. All the wanted was that their daughters marry rich and for those who had money and come from a rich family. To them old money was the best didn't care if we would love those men.
So when they introduced Elenor to Sam Galicki they knew they dipped their ax in the honey. Even I must admit that Sam was easy on the eyes. Tall, handsome with eyes so brown ad deep they seemed almost black. But he was sleazy and creepy. And I knew that it was a matter of time when he would replace my sister with the younger model. Three years after they married, my sister was 30 years old. Fine aging lines started to appear in the corners of her eyes. She started to be frantic and hateful. It was like it wasn't my sister anymore. She wasn't someone I could confide in, someone I could talk to. She started calling me names, saying that I was jealous of her and her good marriage, when everyone and herself knew that her husband had a different girl on his arm every week.
So yesterday I went to their house to confront him. I wanted my sister back. Not this hateful woman I didn't even recognize. I went to his study and lashed out at him and he lost it. He pounced on me, started undressing me and I couldn't fight him off. He said that I was going to get what I came for. He wanted to rape me. But my sister burst into the room and bashed him across his head with a candlestick. Like in those godawful old movies. I thought she came to save me, that she realized what monster shared her bed every night. I can't even begin to explain how happy I was even though I was shaken up by what just happened. It's like in the movies where the good guys defeat the villain. But under false pretenses she tucked me in bed in their guest room, saying that she will take care of everything and I should rest. But when the morning came police was called, I was arrested for killing her husband and later thrown in Arkham. She said to the police that I was in love with Sam and that I was envious of her and their marriage, so there wasn't anything else I could have done, no matter how much I screamed and fought.
So here I am, being dragged to my own cell. Scared shitless I didn't dare to lift my gaze from my feet as the guards roughly pulled me through the corridors. But then I heard a snicker. I lifted my head and saw warm chocolate brown eyes with bags underneath. They held my gaze for what I thought was an hour when it was just a moment. I realized that we stopped walking. -Well missy, I see that you already started to get to know your neighbors.- one of the guards said. My head turned to look at him, in my stupor not really understanding what he was saying. Mr. Brown Eyes cackled from his cell. I could have sworn that I heard that laugh somewhere. I looked at him again squinting my eyes as if I'm going to recognize him. He really did sound familiar. As they finished preparing my cell, the guard pushed me to my cell and shut the door. Through a little boarded window on the doors, he looked at me. -But I don't know how good that is for you if your neighbor is The Joker.- I paled, my heart rate accelerated and I felt warmth all over my body. Maybe this is what it feels like when you're getting a heart attack. I couldn't help myself but to look across to his cell and I saw his brown eyes cheekily wink at me. I quickly dunked down and threw myself on the bed. I cried myself to sleep.
