Yes, i have come up with another Joker story. I've had this idea stuck in my head forever, and i knew i couldnt fit it in with my others so i decided to write another story. All i know is this one won't be as long as my others, but still packed with AMAZINGNESS lol. I'm still continuing my other stories, which should get updated within a week's time :] If you like this story, please tell me. I tried my best to get you interested from the start so Please enjoy. And once your done, Review :)

It is much more comfortable to be mad and know it, than to be sane and have one's doubts.

- G. B. Burgin

I jumped down stealthily from my spot on the ledge, walking carefully along the side of the building, in hopes of reaching the fire escape before the sounds of siren's reached my ears. And as I slid across the building, within feet of my freedom, flashing lights entered my peripheral vision, along with the deafening sound of sirens.

Cursing under my breath, I jumped down onto the metal platform, every sound sounding as loud as gunshots due to the previous silence, and made my way quickly to the ground. Once feeling the steady ground beneath my feet, I did the only thing I could think of. I ran.

I ran fast and hard, never stopping and never looking back. Looking back never led to anything good, and I had gotten too far to screw it all up now. My breathing got heavy, and my legs were no longer flying by at the speed they had been moments ago. Finally a safe distance away from the building, I leaned against the brick wall of the ally, closing my eyes and catching my breath. And a small smile graced my lips.

I had finally done it.

All my hours of precious planning had finally paid off. Now, I could start my new life. I could do whatever I wanted, whenever I please, and there would be no one there to tear me down. I was free.

Pushing myself off the wall, I reached into the back pocket of my jeans and pulled out my pack of cigarettes, lighting one up with the help of my trusty lighter. Taking a long drag, I felt the tension in my body evaporate. Replacing the carton back into my pocket, I let myself wander aimlessly throughout the streets of Gotham.

The siren's no longer were in hearing range, and I knew they would never know it was me, after all, how could it? I was a young eighteen year old free spirit, fresh out of high school. How could I have killed the only people who ever had a say in my life? How could I have killed the two who raised me, taught me right from wrong? Well actually, it wasn't too hard. A flick of a wrist and they were left lifeless.

I was relishing in the freedom I felt, and it wasn't long before my cigarette grew smaller, and my eye lids grew heavy. Yawning once, I began heading back to my apartment on the other side of town, but I didn't mind the walk.

Flicking the last of the cigarette towards the ground, I continued my walk back home, or the closest thing to it.

As I walked toward my apartment, I couldn't help t chill that ran through my body. The light blue hoodie I had been wearing didn't do much for warmth, and I wrapped my arms around my body, hoping for the chill to pass. It never did.

Surprisingly, the walk was silent, peaceful, and chilling. Silence never was a good thing in a town like this, it only meant a looming danger, but I could take care of myself… right?

Out of nowhere, a black SUV came barreling around the corner, and flew by me, missing me by mere inches, and I couldn't help but gasp. It was something I wasn't expecting, but not something uncommon. I laughed at myself for scaring so easily.

Continuing my journey, I took a glance up to the clear night sky. Stars shined brightly, though not as brightly as they could, and off to the right I could make out the ghostly shape hovering in the darkness. It was the bat signal.

" I thought they got rid of that.." I whispered to myself, and a menacing giggle erupted from behind me. I spun quickly, my hand flying to my calf where my knife was securely kept. Pulling it from under my jeans, I brought it out in front of me in a defensive position as I stared into the darkness.

The giggling continued, growing louder until it was a high pitched laugh, dry and rough. A laugh I had hear all too often on the news. It was the laugh of the Joker.

" C-come out, Coward." I spoke loudly, hoping he wouldn't hear the break in my voice, but this only fueled his laugh further. Nevertheless, his ghostly figure emerge from within the darkness. All those pictures on the news, all of his little videos, they didn't do him justice. But I don't mean that in an attractive sort of way either.

The Joker strolled toward me, his signature purple jacket swaying in the wind, revealing his green vest underneath along with his purple trousers. But it wasn't his outfit that caught my attention. It was his face, or to be more precise, the scars.

His face was caked with white face paint, but it had smeared off in some places, and near his eyes, the white mixed in with the coal black that rimmed them. Lastly, as I said before, were the scars that curved upward from both sides of his moth into an everlasting smile. And they were accentuated with ruby red lipstick, proving he wanted them to be seen. He wanted people to look at them.

And that's what I did.

My eyes never left the scars as I caught sight of him inching closer to me, pressing me up against the cool brick wall behind me. His face held a sort of amusement as I coward away from him, but I kept the knife held out in front of me despite the fact that I knew it was useless.

The Joker's black eyes moved from mine, to the knife I was holding in a death drip and his smile broadened, a strangled giggle coming from within him. I was frozen in fear, never in my wildest imagination had I ever expected to come face to face with the Clown Prince of Crime. Especially tonight of all nights.

" And what does the little firecracker expect to uh do with that-ah?" The Joker asked mockingly, gesturing with his hand to my armed hand. I gulped audibly and opened my dry mouth to speak, my voice coming out small.

" I've g-got my reasons. " I told him, and a flicker of irritation flash across his face, but he composed himself quickly. Catching me off guard, the Joker grabbed a hold of my armed hand and smashed it into the wall I was pressed against, causing the knife to go tumbling to the ground. The Joker grabbed my other arms as well, pinning them above y head with one of his hands and swiped a switchblade from within his jacket.

I yelped once in pain as he pressed himself against me, his switchblade now open and pressed against the side of my mouth.

" And as you probably can tell- ah, as do I." He whispered menacingly into my ear, and I couldn't stop the shudder that went through my body.

The cold blade tapped lightly against my cheek as I watched the Joker roll his eyes up to the sky, and I watched his smile grow as he took in the bat signal. " Ah. It's good to be Home." He said with amusement as turned his attention back to me.

" Hmm." He mused, tracing the blade up and down my cheek slowly, the knife threateningly close to breaking skin. And a silent tear fell down my cheek.

" Shh shh shh." He soothed condescendingly. " You look nervous, darling. Is it the scars?" He asked, his lips tracing over his lips silently, and I felt a sudden rush of anger pulse through me, giving me confidence.

" N-no its not the scars. I'm being held at knife point by a psychotic clown in makeup. A clown that has absolutely no problem with killing me at a moments notice. That's why I'm nervous." I ranted. " But the scars don't help any." I said as an after thought, the sudden burst of confidence slowly slipping away.

The Joker's expression was caught somewhere between anger and amusement, but he laughed either way. It was a dry laugh, and it could have even been a cough. Maybe that's what he was doing. Coughing.

The Joker's arm released my hands, but his knife was still held against the soft skin of my cheek. I didn't take my chances of making a run for it, though I had a feeling I could outrun this madman.

" He he. You're a funny one, you are. I might just uh have to keep ya." he spoke, half to himself, but his words gave me to comfort. His lips smacked together once before I felt the knife leave my cheeks, hoping he was letting me go, but of course that was a stupid thought to have.

Instead, as soon as the cool touch of the blade was gone, his gloved hand grabbed a hold of my neck, turning me around and throwing my head into the hard brick wall. My vision blurred, black spots erupting across everything, and I felt myself being thrown over someone's shoulder. The sudden movement made me already throbbing head dizzier and I could feel myself slipping away.

The last thing entering my consciousness was the tuneless humming of a crazy clown.

* * *

The first thing I noticed, once awakening from my painful slumber, was the feeling of being watched.

Opening my eyes slowly, the throbbing pain in my head slightly making me sick, I noticed a black figure sitting in a chair across from me. They had there hands clasped together, and there forearms rested on their legs. The figure shifted suddenly, and was by my side in an instant.

" Sleeping beauty has uh finally awoken." The voice spoke giggling, and I instantly knew who it was.

My eyes widened in fear as I tried to scramble away from him, but due to the devastating pain that was shooting through my head, pain that he had caused, I couldn't seem to move fast enough.

I was apparently residing on a mattress, covered by a dark green comforter, and the room around me was engulfed in darkness besides the lone moonlight that shone through the barred window. I managed to get halfway across the mattress before I felt a hand grab my foot and pull me roughly to the edge.

I tried kicking his hands away, but it was too no avail. He pinned my legs down and jumped onto my small frame, straddling me against the bed.

" That wasn't. Very. Nice-ah." His sinister voice spoke angrily into my ear. And I suddenly felt a sinking feeling overcome me. I had just been taken by the Joker, and had no idea what was in store for my future. And the only people who would know of my disappearance were no longer breathing. All because of me. But that doesn't mean I feel bad for doing so. They deserved to die, but I surely did not deserve to be here now.

I looked up into the Joker's bottomless eyes and saw the anger swimming within them. My breath hitched in my throat, and I knew nothing good would come of this. None at all. After a few moments of silence, I removed my eyes from his and closed them tightly. But this was the wrong decision. Joker's gloved hand grabbed my chin roughly, and his hot breath blew across my face as he spoke.

" Look. At. Me. There's a lot we must uh get done, and so little time to do it." His voice was serious, and I opened my eyes both out of fear and curiosity. There was something about the end of his sentence that peaked my interest, no matter how frightening he may be.

Satisfied, the Joker's smile widened, and his previous mood shifted. He jumped off of me, grabbing my wrist on the way, and bounced toward the door. His hand on the doorknob, the Joker turned to face me, and I met his gaze wearily. Nothing he was doing was making any sort of sense to me, and his mood swings left me dazed.

" I uh hope you're not afraid of heights." He exclaimed, dragging me out the door and up a few flights of stairs. As soon as I thought my legs wouldn't continue to work anymore, we burst threw a set of doors now on the roof of the building. The Joker dropped my arm, and I fell to the ground catching my breath. The door slammed shut loudly, and I looked up to see the Joker walking along the roof, his arms outstretched.

He was quiet for a few moments and I picked myself up, throwing myself at the large metal door. I turned the knob and kicked the door a few times but it wouldn't budge, and I sunk to the ground in defeat. The Joker suddenly appeared by my side and yanked my up by my hair, that same menacing look on his face.

" No use in tryin to run now, darling." He said amused, throwing my to the ground once again. This time, I hit my head against the hard cement and felt warm blood trickle down the side of my face. The throbbing pain I had woken up with before, now increasing.

I picked myself up, looking towards him, anger filling my eyes.

" Why me?" I breathed defeated, and the Joker looked confused for a moment before motioning to himself innocently. " What on earth are you talking about?" He asked sweetly, keeping up an innocent façade, and I just scoffed.

Annoyed with his childish behavior, I crossed my arms over my chest. " I'm serious." and as soon a those words came out, the Joker had his hand entangled in my hair and his knife against my cheek.

" And that's your problem, Delaney. Always so serious. You really outta smile more. I can uh fix that if you want." the Joker said giggling, and as his lips smacked together I spoke my confusion.

" H-how do you know my name?" I was utterly shocked. How could the Joker have found out my name in mere hours? There was no way he could have gotten that piece of information easily, especially since I had no sort of ID on me.

" I'm a man of many mysteries, darling. But that's not what we're here to discuss. I uh know what you did, and I have to say, color me impressed- ah. Not many could uh do what you did, with such skill you did it with, especially being a first timer. Was uh I your role model?" he Spoke laughing by the end, and I felt the color drain from my face. How could he know?

" I… I don't know what your talking about." I spoke worried. If he knew, what if the police knew. But I quickly shook that thought from my head. I doubted I'd get out of her alive, and if I did, the police were much less of a worry.

" Oh come on, beautiful. Take the credit. After all, where's the thrill in committing the uh perfect crime, if nobody knows it was you?" His words were chilling, but they made perfect sense… to someone who wanted to be a killer. I, on the other hand, did not.

" I don't want to be a killer. That's why. I did what had to be done." I said, choosing my words carefully, and the Joker dropped the hand holding his switchblade.

He giggled once before speaking. " Ah. Denial. Ya know, its not just a river in Egypt."

" Yeah, it's a freaking ocean." I said as he loosened his grip on my hair.

" So how do you keep from drowning in it?" He asked me, his hands on either side of my face. His eyes bore deeply into mine and I couldn't help but get lost of them, loosing my prior train of thought. It wasn't until the Joker moved his hand to behind my neck that I suddenly snapped back to reality.

" Which brings me to my proposition." he stated, walking us closer to the edge. The view was spectacular. You could see all of Gotham, its beautiful buildings lit up for everyone to see. It was picture perfect. But I knew something about the Joker's tone wasn't right.

" What, proposition?" I asked wearily, but the Joker kept his eyes out on the horizon, not answering my question. His tongue darted out of his mouth quickly as he chewed on his scars before he turned to me, his Cheshire cat grin plastered across his face.

" I uh believe that you should join my team." He stated brightly, no question in his voice, and my eyes narrowed. " So like, some kind of henchman?" I asked skeptically. His answer was muffled by laughter. "He he. No silly girl. My henchman are uh, expendable. No skills, no use. Dead weight. But you, oh you! You have uh potential. You can get far. I need that." His voice trailed off as his eyes rolled up to the sky then back at me, waiting for my response. I had none.

" Welllllll..?" he asked, motioning out with his other hand. " Do ya wanna help me bring this uh city to its knees-ah? Show 'em how easy it is to bring the sanest man to lunacy? I wanna watch this city burn." he Spoke, as if thinking of a fond memory, or goal. And I didn't know how to answer.

Of course I didn't want to! How could I want to kill innocent lives? All because I got rid of a couple of people that didn't deserve to be here anymore. That doesn't make me a killer, that makes me a humanitarian. The only problem was how to tell him that.

" And what if I don't?" I asked, and judging by the expression on his face, he wasn't pleased.

" Well if ya don't," He said, tightening his grip on my neck and pushing me forward, I was now ready to fall to my utter demise, the only thing keeping me grounded was the Joker's firm grasp on my neck, and I knew what I had to do.

" then ya fall. But if you do, well lets just uh say its a lot better than eatin some pavement. So what do ya say?" he asked cheerfully, and I gave in. I had to.

" Okay." I said both defeated and scared.

" What was that?" he asked amused, and I struggled to get loose, but still repeated myself.

" Okay."

The Joker pulled me back from the edge, and pulled me against him, his body shaking with laughter. And I held him back, too afraid to let go. Too afraid of what else might go along with it.

We spend our whole lives worrying about the future, planning for the future, trying to predict the future, as if figuring it out will cushion the blow. But the future is always changing. The future is the home of our deepest fears and wildest hopes. But one thing is certain when it finally reveals itself. The future is never the way we imagined it.

And thus, my journey into madness begins.

So whaddya think? Hmm? I think that it might sound a little wierd, but that's becuase of the way i know this story will end hehe So if you could tell me how you feel, and if this story sounds good, i'd be very happy. Im not sure if i should continue and your reviews really further me into writing another chapter :]