In the middle of a bank heist after The Joker had escaped once more…
"Ya wanna know how I got these scars? Hmm?"
"Yes."
He looked at her strangely. This wasn't a reaction he was used to. Usually they didn't say anything because they were scared and he would tell them anyway.
"Are you a psychologist or doctor of any kind?"
"No."
So, she was just a normal person. This made no sense to him, but that didn't matter. She was brave enough to talk. She was…special. And special people deserve special treatment.
He smiled, grabbed her wrist and pulled her out the door. He didn't even care that he was in the middle of robbing a bank. He dragged her down the street and into an apartment building. When they got to the third floor he pulled her into the apartment labeled 224.
"This," He motioned around the room, "is where it all happened." He let go of her wrist and walked into the kitchen.
She stupidly followed him.
He pulled a knife out of one of the drawers. He looked at it in the light. "This is what my drunken father used to hack my face up. He also killed my wife with it." He put the knife back and went to the refrigerator. He grabbed two beers out of it and handed one to the girl.
She stupidly accepted it.
He went back out into the living room and sat on the couch. "We were just sitting here drinking a couple of beers when he came in, holding that knife I showed you."
She stupidly drank the beer.
"He stabbed her three times in the chest. She was the one who answered the door, so I couldn't do anything to save her. Then he came to me and carved my face up. I was in to much shock to do anything. So he left me there to die. But I didn't die. He's the dead one."
Her throat began to burn on the inside, like it was on fire. She dropped onto her knees and clutched at her throat, willing it to stop.
He glanced at her, and then got up to face her. He bent down and tilted her face up so she was looking him straight in the eyes.
"And ya know what the funny thing is? You just drank poison. And everything I just told you was a flat-out lie. I've never had a wife and I don't think I'll be getting one anytime soon. This isn't even my house. I killed the people who lived here, yesterday. Their bodies are in the bedroom if you want too see them. But frankly, I don't think you have enough time left to do that."
He let her go and straightened up. She was left there to die. He left the apartment, laughing to himself.
Unfortunately for the girl, that was the last thing she ever heard.