How The Joker Got His Smile

Summary-

Everyone wants to know how the Joker came to be. Only two people know, and neither is speaking.

Chapter 1-

Jack couldn't hold back a laugh as she gave a small squeal of surprise when he plopped down on the bus seat next to her. "Sorry doll-face, didn't mean to scare you." He said smiling at her as charmingly as he could. He had seen her around town, riding the same bus as him, but he had never had the nerve to actually go up and speak to her. But today the bus had been unusually full, and the only space available was by her.

"I- oh, um- It's okay." She cutely squeaked out, her beautiful, big baby blue eyes took him in as she nervously bit her bottom lip. As he watched her, he had to fight the urge to reach over and tuck a strand of her beautiful blond hair that had not been pulled into a ponytail behind her ear.

"Jack." He said holding out his hand.

"Harleen." She said hesitantly placed her small, delicate hand in his larger one. He wrapped his long fingers gently around her hand and brought her hand to his lips. She let out a cute squeak when his lips touched the back of her hand.

"Pleasure to meet you, Harleen." He told her causing her to blush a beautiful read. The bus came to stop just in front of Gotham's only High School.

"Um," Harleen started as she stood up and grabbed her black and red backpack, "this is, um, this my stop." He smiled at her and stood up to let her out. He quickly sat back down and scooted over to the window, watching as she glanced back after she had gotten off the bus and shyly waved. He waved his fingers at her smirking when she blushed again before running into the run down building.

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Harleen sighed as she let the school's only security guard sweep her with a metal detector. She hated it here. She and her mother moved to Gotham only a few months ago after her mother had finally gotten tired of her abusive husband and left him but not before getting a restraining order on him.

The security guard motioned for her that she was clear to continue. With a polite smile, she grabbed her backpack and walked down the hall towards her locker easily manipulating her body around everyone. In her old city she had been in gymnastics, and had been working to go to the Olympics. But Gotham high didn't have a gymnastic club, and the only place where she could practice her gymnastic skills were at the Gotham gym, and they didn't have the money for a membership.

Harleen put in her locker combination and pulled out the books she would need. Once that was done she shut her locker and spun on the balls of her feet and walked to her first class. She walked into the room and was not shocked to see she was the first on there, even the teacher wasn't there. She took her seat in the very front next to a dirty and stained window.

As Harleen waited for class to start she let her mind drift and thought to the older boy from the bus. She had noticed him with his long, lean body, soft looking brown hair, and sparkling green eyes. She had just never thought he would ever see her or even talk to her. Ever since she move, no one seemed to see her. And yet, this older boy had not only seen her, but spoke to her.

Harleen couldn't stop the smile that slipped onto her face as she thought of Jack. She never noticed her hands taking her pen and began writing his name over her note book.

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Jack kicked a can that was in his way and laughed as it flew down the alleyway and landed in an open trashcan. He threw his hands in the air and grinned at the other people with him. "Nailed it!" He cried and the other people clapped causing him to bow. "Thank you! Thank you! I'll be here all night!" He called with his best 'on stage' voice. He jumped down the alley and exited it and looked over at the park that was right across the street.

He froze mid step when his eyes caught Harleen's body flying through the air. His eyes widened and he took off across the road, flipping off the person who honked at him. That sweet girl, Harleen, was in trouble! He needed to get over there and help her!

Jack slid to a stop and got ready to fight who ever was hurting Harleen, but the only person he saw was her. As he started the calm down, he watched the girl twirl, flip, and roll. "Whatcha doin, doll-face?" He called out and chuckled when she fell on her cute ass.

"Jack!" She squeaked turning to look at him with her wide blue eyes and a deep blush. He held out his hand and she shyly took it. He gently pulled her from the ground and to him.

"So, doll-face, you gonna answer my question?" He asked, her blush deepened.

"I was," She started before stopping and looking away in embarrassment. Jack gently gripped Harleen's chin and gently tilted her head so that she was looking at him again.

"I don't like when people look away from me when they speak to me." He told her sternly.

"Sorry." She muttered and Jack smiled at her.

"Now, Harleen, tell me what I want to know." He all but demanded.

"I was practicing my gymnastic skills." She told him softly.

"You're a gymnast?" Jack asked as he looked her up and down. Her body was small, but toned. He nodded impressed. "That's sexy." He told her causing her to squeak and hide her face in her hands. He laughed at her reaction, she was so adorable.

"Uh, boss." One of the men that he had been with started causing Harleen to peek between her fingers and around Jack to look at the man.

"What?" Jack snapped annoyed that Harleen's attention was now of him.

"We was just wonderin if the plan was still a go?" The man asked. Jack sighed before holding his hand out to Harleen who shyly placed her hand in his, he brought her hand to his lips and kissed her knuckles causing her to squeak and blush.

"I apologize, Harleen, but I must run. May I call you later tonight?" Jack asked.

"I don't have a phone." Harleen said shyly causing Jack to raise an eyebrow.

"Really?" Jack asked and Harleen shook her head. Jack pouted before smiling. "I'll see you on the bus, right?"

"O-of course." Harleen said.

"See ya!" Jack said before turning and took a few steps before looking over his shoulder, "Oh and doll-face," he started and Harleen looked at him, "I love the hair." He finished nodded towards her pigtails before running down the street.