There you go, it's a new story. READ "Put on your Joker face" BY ME before this one if you wanna understand it. :) REVIEW~ Lyrics are "Fever - Micheal Buble"
"I thought I would be over it, but I guess I'm not…Everything seems fine, but then the thoughts keep coming back. I feel trapped inside my own thoughts, like I am losing my grip on reality. I don't know what's real and what's not anymore. I don't know what to do…"
Kirsty sat in the chair in the fairly decorated office lying back staring at the ceiling, clenching her fists. She was about to have a mental breakdown for the third time this month.
"You have to understand that it happened three years ago Miss Wayne. You have to get over the fears of the past."
"I know Doctor, but you have no idea how hard it is."
She sighed, sitting up, pulling her hand through her long black hair. Kirsty had grown up quite a lot in three years, her body in better shape, her face flawless and her hair hadn't changed as she enjoyed her hair at such a length. She wore glasses now, and she always wore dark purple or black for some odd reason. She had a scar on her chin from a shard of glass in her skin from that fall three years ago, and the rest was hidden.
"You will get over it Miss. Do not worry. I'm going to prescribe you to some anti-depressants for now, and when we meet next month hopefully you will be well rested and happier."
Kirsty stood up, pulling her shades on, smiling a bit. She picked up her black and dark red Gucci bag, buttoning her jacket closed.
"Until then I guess."
Her psychologist, Doctor Strange handed her a piece of paper with her prescription on it, smiled, leading her the way out. She always got the creeps from his smile, but he had been a trusted person for two years, so she couldn't say anything. He did have a strange name though.
"Ah…"
She reached into her bag, pulling out her phone which was ringing.
"Hey B, I'm finished, I'll be down in a few."
She walked into the elevator, putting her phone back into her bag, then leaned against the elevator wall, looking at the posters and news articles on the wall.
"Gotham hasn't changed much…"
She smirked, stepping out of the elevator as she walked out into the lobby of the mental health services office building. She smiled at a few random people as she walked out to the front doors, stepping out into the busy downtown streets of Gotham city. She spotted Bruce Wayne, the man who had asked for her hand in marriage only a week ago, and smiled even brighter.
"How was it?"
He asked as they climbed into the limo to lunch.
"Not too bad, just the same questions and chit chat about random shit."
She smirked, and he leaned in giving her a kiss on the lips, which almost lead to other things as they were headed to one of many restaurants Bruce had bought for the hell of it.
"Cut it out Bruce, we can't do anything until after we're married."
He smirked.
"That didn't stop you this morning."
"Well, we're in public you pervert!"
"Nobody can see us in here, come on!"
Just then, the window in the front had rolled down, and the driver announced that they had arrived. Kirsty rolled her eyes, straightening her clothes as they stepped out of the vehicle hand in hand towards the doors. They were welcomed by a few members of staff, shown to their tables. Kirsty sat lazily chewing on her thumb nail. Bruce smiled a bit, noticing her look.
"You're still nervous?"
"I think I will be for about a month."
She smiled a bit, sitting back yawning. She looked over seeing a few women giving her the evil eye. She gave them the finger then Bruce interrupted. She was just about to throw her fork at them, but he grabbed her utensils.
"That's enough Kirsty."
"Cha, well they started it."
Bruce only shook his head, looking at the menu a waiter had given him. Kirsty only ordered a grape cooler and a bowl of spaghetti without the sauce but with a lot of ketchup. She hadn't changed much in the personality and eating habits, but she had changed her looks dramatically. Ever since she left the hospital, Bruce insisted that he take her in, so she agreed and they left for a year, so parts of the world she wanted to see. They came back two years ago, but Kirsty had a meltdown so she was admitted to Arkham for a few months and then Bruce took her in to live with him, he changed her last name to his and everything, to keep her safe from the harsh cruelties of Gotham. Kirsty had always kept herself distant from others, keeping an eye out for herself as she did her everyday things. She was always paranoid and afraid, but Bruce had suggested her to a very good psychologist, Doctor Strange. He was Russian or something, she didn't care. He was a good conversationalist, and she needed someone to talk to after holding so much in after all these months. She noticed that she had zoned out, so she smiled, blinking.
"Sorry…"
They began to eat, talking about random things and whatnot, smiling. Bruce took her hand when she was looking out the window, a distant look in her eyes. She looked at him, then his hand.
"Are you alright?"
She nodded her head.
"Yeah, I'm alright, just a little tired."
"Well, don't sleep yet."
He pulled out a newspaper from his jacket, handing it to her. She raised an eyebrow, then looked at the paper, seeing a picture. She almost choked on her spaghetti, picking up the paper.
"Oh my god holy shit! I got it!!"
"Yes, you did."
"But…how? Bruce, you didn't pay anyone money for it did you?"
"Of course not, it's all your doing."
"Seriously?!"
"Yes, I'm serious."
She smiled, getting up, forgetting about her food.
"Come on, let's go celebrate!"
"But we already are!!"
Kirsty snickered.
"Let's go somewhere more fun. I'm not even hungry now."
"If you're planning on getting trashed tonight, you can't. Your show is tonight."
Kirsty stopped in her tracks.
"Say Whaaaaat!?"
"You're on stage tonight."
"Awww but why tonight? I'm not even ready to sing!"
"Well, I can take you somewhere to get something nice, make you feel all…pretty. I'll get your hair done as well."
He smirked, and admired her actions. He always thought she was so cute when she pouted.
"Fine, but…"
"No buts…Let's go."
"Alrighty tighty!"
The large nightclub was full, over full to be exact. There was barely any room to breathe it was so full of bodies. The only spot that was comfortable was Bruce Wayne's VIP table, with him and two others sitting there. Even Alfred was there. Everyone was looking at the stage, cheering and clapping while Kirsty sat in the dressing room, staring at herself in the mirror.
"This can't get any more embarrassing. Fuck…"
She sighed, then checked her make-up, then turned and walked down the hall. She walked up the set of stairs then heard the screams and cheers. She shivered slightly, walking out on to the stage, a fake smile on her face and her eyes squinting from the light. She stood there for a moment, getting used to the cheering and screaming in her face, then she smirked.
"Hit it."
Just then a group of guys starting playing their instruments and she smiled, waving at a few people. The melody was low and relaxing then she started to sing.
"Never know how much I love you, never know how much I care
When you put your arms around me, I get a fever that's so hard to bear
You give me fever - when you kiss me, fever when you hold me tight
Fever - in the morning, fever all through the night.
Sun lights up the daytime, moon lights up the night
I light up when you call my name, and you know I'm gunna treat you right
You give me fever - when you kiss me, fever when you hold me tight
Fever - in the morning, fever all through the night."
Little did she know, she was being broadcasted on the news channel live, since she was the most interesting thing that has been happening since Batman had put away most of the criminals and the man who made her who she was today was about to find out she was alive.
Sitting at the table staring at the white string that was being swept away, his mind pretty much gone as he was stuck in this hell hole of an asylum, the Joker was stuck in Arkham Asylum for the insane.
"Boss, ain't that yer girl?"
He looked up lazily, cracking his neck as he sauntered over to where his 'thugs' were sitting. They had TV privileges, but the Joker ran the joint pretty much since he was feared by everyone, he opted for them to keep it on the news all the time since he kept an eye on his city.
"Can't be, she's dead."
"Her name was Kirsty Wayne right? Well, look there Mister J, she's right on the screen."
Jonathon Crane sat on the couch, reading a news paper, minding his own business, but everyone knew he loved to add his two cents in on anything they said. The Joker stood up, walking towards the TV, a few men moved out of the way. The Joker slapped Jonathon by the back of the head, his glasses being knocked to the floor. Snickering, he walked towards the TV, stopping dead in his tracks, a sick grin forming on his face.
"Well, I guess you guys are right for once! It is my girl!"
Kirsty was on the TV, singing her song, The Joker becoming enthralled by the second, he licked his lips in a sick way, watching her move her body on the screen, singing to the crowd.
"Everybody's got the fever, that is something you all know
Fever isn't such a new thing, fever started long ago.
Romeo loved Juliet, Juliet she felt the same
When he put his arms around her, he said "Julie baby you're my flame"
Thou givest fever, when we kisseth, fever with thy flaming youth
Fever - I'm afire, fever yea I burn forsooth.
Captain Smith and Pocahontas had a very mad affair
When her Daddy tried to kill him, she said "Daddy-O don't you dare"
Give me fever - with his kisses, fever when he holds me tight
Fever - I'm his Missus, Oh daddy won't you treat him right."
The Joker pushed on of the patients out of their chair, sitting down in it, getting in the way of a few guys, they didn't say anything though.
"That is my girl."
He continued to stare, his eyes staring contently, not blinking.
"Now you've listened to my story, here's the point I have made:
Chicks were born to give you fever, be it Fahrenheit or Centigrade
They give you fever - when you kiss them, fever if you live and learn
Fever - till you sizzle, what a lovely way to burn.
What a lovely way to burn.
What a lovely way to burn."
She smirked, staring at the camera, as if she was making eye contact with someone, then the light went off along with the music, and people started clapping and cheering. The TV went back to the news reporter, who was in the bar beside Bruce Wayne, who was clapping, smirking.
"There you have it folks, Gotham's own star, Kirsty Wayne. I have with us, Bruce Wayne, her fiancé. Tell the city Bruce are you proud of your soon to be wife?"
Bruce laughed, the look on his face was obvious that he was slightly drunk.
"I love her a lot, and I'm proud to have a girl with such a talent like hers."
"Fiance?!"
The Joker jumped up, looking around, as if he lost something, something important.
"How could she just forget about little old me? I gave her everything!!"
He grabbed a random patient, throwing him against the floor then just wailed on him, breaking his nose in the first punch. He started laughing like a maniac, people backing up afraid he might hit them next. Jonathon stayed in his seat, not really caring.
"Mister J, look out."
He simply stated before standing up as he walked out of the room back to his room, knowing it would be a lockdown in a few minutes, once again because of The Joker. The Joker continued to beat the shit out of this random guy, blood spraying places, their white clothes, the white floors all stained with blood now. The nurses and security guards rushed in, grabbing The Joker, who kicked and struggled, laughing to the point where he was crying. One of the nurses jabbed a needle into his arm, letting the guards take him away to maximum security. He grew weak quickly, the drugs in his system doing their work. He was tossed on the bed, still laughing, but slurring as he felt sleep rushing over him like a wave of water. He grinned, pulling his sleep up, checking to see if his plan to take a set of keys had worked, and it had. He laughed and laughed, slowly falling into a drug induced sleep. He heard the door to his current cell lock, and he sat up lazily hiding the keys in his underwear. His eyes rolled to the back of his head slumping over. The last thought that went through his head made his groan then he was out cold.
'I'll leave this place sooner than thought…'
