**This is not a fanfic for the faint of heart. There will be death. Abuse and rape. But I will try to even things out. Don't worry all! And Also! This is my first fic for Joker. I know his name is spell wrong on his notes… That's kinda the point! **
I was in an immense pain. My head throbbed painfully and so did my nose. What the Fuck had just happened? I couldn't really remember…
I had been walking home, from my stupid job, in the stupid city of Gotham, back to my stupid apartment. It was dark because I had to close and the café I worked at. I was not scared of the dark. I was a twenty year old woman now. And I was tired of always being scared.
So when I turned into a back alleyway that lead to the back of my apartment building. Just as I had passed a dumpster when there was a scuffle and something collided with my head.
That was the last thing I remember… I blinked stupidly at the ceiling above me. It was white and textured. Sitting up with a light groan I looked around my bedroom. Confusion and nausea hit me like a brick wall.
How the hell was I back in my own apartment? Rushing to my bathroom I vomited violently into my toilet. Fear thundered through my chest as pure red stared back at me from the bowl. Blood…
Getting up on shaky legs I looked at my self in the mirror. My nose was bleeding profusely. A large goose egg was on the side of my head.
Staggering to my room I glanced around. If I had brought myself home I would have made a complete mess…
Someone had brought me home… I was absolutely sure I had locked my door! I never left it unlocked! Panic made my heart beat faster. I was in a new out fit. A long green plaid T-shirt and just underwear.
I had been changed. Whirling I scanned my room once more. Freezing when I noticed a slightly crumpled piece of paper sitting at the foot of my bed. Swiping in off the bed I un-folded it
You should be more careful, My Dear!
I may not be there next time!
Jokerr.
Was scrawled in odd sideways script in dark green ink. I re-read it three more times. Joker. The most feared man in all of Gotham? What the fuck? This had to be some kind of sick fucked up joke!
Falling to the floor as my legs gave out from underneath me. I was exhausted and my eyes flutter closed. It took me a few minuets to fall asleep.
Waking up was hard. I was in a dead sleep. My joints ached from not moving for such a long time. Opening my eyes made my head throb. I no longer felt ill though. In fact, I was starving!
I knew I should probably go to the hospital. What would I tell them? I was walking home and was attacked. Beaten over the head. That sounded at least some what normal,
The next part would have me put in the Looney bin once again. Then When I woke up I was back in my apartment with a note saying that the Joker had saved me. No way I hell would any one take me for real. Even if I did show them the note!
Speaking of note… Where the hell was it? Sitting up slowly I looked around for it. It couldn't have gone far. I had a hold of it when I fell last night. I knew that for sure. Searching for it for a few more seconds I gave up.
I must have put it some where… No. You know what? I'm pretty sure I could remember getting up and walking home. I must have just imagined the note. I did that before. Not to big of a deal.
I had been jumping to conclusions last night. No way had the Joker been in my hose. That was completely imposable. Standing and laughing at my own stupidity I moved to my bathroom.
Looking at my self in my mirror I noted that my nose was not broken. That was good. I grabbed a wash cloth and once it was wet. I cleaned my face of blood. Leaning towards the mirror I turned my head to the left and admired the now less swollen bump on my head.
I gently moved my shoulder length curly brown hair away from my face and looked into my now slightly blood shot eyes.
My eyes were… Odd. I guess you could say. They tended to change color. Usually they were an olive green with small brown flecks on my right eye. And large ones in my left. Sometimes, when I was extremely happy, or mad. They would switch to a brown color.
I thought they were ugly. But I would often be stopped on the street and told how striking they were. I would always say thank you. Just to be polite.
My face had some freckles on it. Not so mush though. I stepped back from the mirror and took off my shirt. I wore no bra. Everything seamed fine, apart from my head that is. My body had no other bruises on it.
I hated the way my body looked. I was short, hardly over five feet. I held my weight on my hips and ass. My chest was overly large for my small frame. E cups. I moved to show my ass in the mirror.
Even I would consider it nice and I hated it. It was nearly impossible for me to find pants that were short enough and could fit over my ass.
With a small growl I turned to get in the shower. Starting it I sat on my toilet and waited for it to warm up. Again thinking about last night.
I had made myself paranoid. I had a problem with that. Taking a deep breath I mentally scolded myself. I was going to let last nights freak accident go. Forcing last night into the back of my mind I got in my now warm shower. And started my day.
Luckily this was my day off, so no need to call in sick. I worked at a little diner that was usually always busy. It was a simple place with good food. The only down fall was that my Boss was so incredibly cheap he only had two waitresses. My self and another extremely annoying woman who called herself Kitten.
After completing the necessary shower requirements I got out. I needed to go shopping. There was hardly any food left in the entire house.
I dried myself then put on some warm clothes. It was winter in Gotham. Glancing out my window I nearly smiled. Small snowflakes were falling and collecting on the sill. Grabbing my keys from my bed side table and rushing out of my apartment.
I stopped and locked my door, specifically careful to check the knob. Once I was satisfied I went to do my errands.
** First pointtt! Her eyes do not change color rapidly! This is not some Twilight Bullshit. Just a small little color change.
Pointtt two! I know the note is odd. Joker saving a girl from some dick head? NOT IN CHARCHER! I know this! But there are reasons for this!
Pointt three! I SUCK AT SPELLING! Please do not message me and scream at me cause I am mentally retarded at spelling. Believe it or not, I know this to!
Last pointtt! This story is going to start off confusing. The main character and schizophrenia! That is the reason! My second chapter is already typed up and ready! Please please please be gentle!