Chapter one:

Joke man

"Cin, I'm going to the bank, we need new outfits for the night."

"Well, bring back something to eat."

"We're in a café."

"But, still you know I don't eat this crap here."

"CINNYIIA!"

"Shouldn't have said that Hun"

I winked at her as she froze with a scared expression and slowly turned to see the boss glaring at her. He was not a bad looking guy, just, one of them males who couldn't get play. I mean, his dress was stylish, but they was he present himself in the world was like; I would walk on you if you have not made a title for yourself. Being 6'2 and buff-ness underneath. I would take em, down if I were into his type. Turning on my heel, I waved.

"See you, at home?"

"Nah pick me up, you know I can't be outside after dark."

I looked over my shoulder, Mr. Brent dismissing the matter after I turned around towards the door. Cin looked at me with pleading eyes, I shook my head.

"Fine takes the car."

I dug in my back pocket and pulled the key throwing them at her.

"But, let me tell you. Straight home, if I have to walk you can't go see Marcus."

Her face fell since she was staring at the keys with a happy expression. I shrugged my shoulders and left before she can protest. The sun was out and people were busy on the streets. I pushed my glasses further unto my nose and filed in with the rest of society. It was not a long walk, but it was an easier drive to the bank. Ah yes, Gotham city were I am located. They say you live here if you can dodge danger. I am good at that. I mean 3 years and nothing stupid happening to Cinnyiia or me. Avoiding shit rocks!

I mentally celebrated only to be slammed unto the floor by one tall ass person.

"GET ON THE GROUND NOW!"

The way I saw everything in slow motion I into the eye of my captor wanting to cry as I eyed the gun in my face. *Bu-but I avoided so much in life not to die.* Biting back I sob I turned my head away and looked around with blurry eyes. Maybe… Maybe I can get outta this. I huffed trying to maintain the fake dear and reload the situation. One…two….three…4… nope….three….two….one… Fuck. What the hell was going on here?

I watched in amazement as comrades shot each other. My chest bubbled in anger as I watched the last one talk with the other. He was quiet as he moved circling his friend with the gun.

"So was your job to kill me after this huh bud?

"Ah…No…see ah, I was to kill the bus driver."

Rolling his R in a weird way.

"Huh? What bu-"

I gasped in horror as the male was crushed beneath the rubble and the back of a bus. Blinking I rolled over and scooted out the side of the door that I came in, in and shook my head dusting myself off. If it is one thing I learned, if I was not there I did not see it. Turning with more crowed of people, I went over to an ATM and withdrawal 467$ and 550$ from both my checking and saving. Looking at my balance, I nodded my head and ripped up my receipt, and pushed forward home.

"Bae?! I'm home!"

Cin was in the living room watching Americas most wanted and shook her head.

"I swear somebody gotta stop that Joker guy. He's going to kill half of Gotham if no one does."

"Ehh let the man enjoy life. He's going to hell anyways."

"How can you say that; when he's killing innocent lives?"

"Who killed his innocence Doll face?"

Cin glared at me as I shrugged off my jacket and pulled my sweater off, after shutting and locking the door. Timber pawed up to me and purred against my leg. An Indiana birthcat; I found him on my trip to Indiana to meet with a friend. He was just a kitten with burned paws. He was probably made for performing over fire or something. I am glad this one got away. He would be turning 16 in three days. Picking him up I nuzzles into his fur and scratched behind his white ears. He was a genetic cat. Black body, white ears, and arms, grey/black paws.

I wrapped him around my neck and shoulders and let him go as I went into the kitchen to prepare dinner. It was 7:45pm.

"What's today's date?"

"I think September 10, 2016"

"Ah."

I pulled out boneless chicken and rice-o-roni and some eggs. Pressing my index finger to my mouth as I looked into the frig and thought. *We can use a little sauce on the chicken. I pulled out the mushrooms, garlic, milk, and cream, then chives, and some bacon bites, with olive oil out the cabinet. Cin came in a frowned.

"I wanted take out."

"Are you cooking?"

"I don't cook."

"This is why I take care of you Hun."

I smiled as she stalked back out the kitchen while I prepared and worked on dinner. After an hour thirty minutes, everything was done, and Sam had woken up from his nap.

"Good evening Sammie poo."

The German breed looked up with hazy grey eyes as he licked his chops and muzzled my leg.

"Go look in your bowel fat ass."

He lazily moved over to his bowel looking down at timber who watched him with brotherly rivalry. Sam sniffed his beef bone and dog food before taking a few bites, but walking back over to me and muzzling my leg. I frowned and looked down from my cell phone and raised an eyebrow.

"Outside?"

He wagged his tail.

"Dammit Cin, you didn't let him out to use the bathroom?"

"I was busy."

"Busy with my foot up your ass."

I grumbled and grabbed his leash while he pulled me towards the door. Sam was all about using the bathroom outside. Even when he was a pup, I told him never to piss in the house. He learned fast. Letting his leash go and rubbing my bare-arms in the night's air shaking my head as I heard his leash click and jingle on the sidewalk. I grew a patch of grass around the flat apartment, just for these occasions.

"C'mon man, its cold."

I mumbled looked around, I just refused to look up most of the time. Either porn or fog. We needed a roof. Shaking my head, I calculated my next check and saving account, thinking about moving to the new duplex housing down the way. It is not quite out of the slums, but it has a wicked view of the city and makes you feel like you are living rich, but not quiet. I smiled at the thought only to feel Sams cold ass nose on my wrist.

"Fuck no!"

I moved away from him as he tried to lick up my arm. The neighbor Leyann turned her light one just as I reached for his leash.

"Jayzmyin?"

"No…"

"Girl… You made Dinner yet or just getting in from a run?"

"Nahh, Mrs. Bicker, Just made Din and came out to let Sam here use the restroom."

She smiled behind her door and turned off her light going back in just as I turned back in the house. Cindy was eating her plate as I came in unleashing Sam and going back into the kitchen to wash my hands and eat. Dinner was amazing just as I sat down with my mountain dew and flipped the channel the Joker appeared. His spilt face shining among the lights as a dead batman lifted into the air about five maybe 8 feet above air. I sipped my mountain dew as he ranted about the Bat. Man. I mean if I were to choose, let me be a villain. Just fighting for people did not interest me as much.

Cin leaned into my looking sick to her stomach as he shook her head and got up to put her plate away and wash dished. I tilted my head back and shrugged my shoulders.

"I'm pretty sure he can do much worse then what he is showing us Hun"

I grinned before she turned the corner, her middle finger lingering for a moment. I giggled and shook my head turning off the TV.

"So what time are we going?"

"We'll wait till tomorrow to get the outfits."

My eyebrow twitched as I shook my head slumping towards my door.

"Goodnight."

"Yea, stop turning off the TV damn!"

"Sorry, I don't watch it often."

Cin shook her head as she curled up and cuddled on the couch, playing the 5-disc movie DVD player. I think it was that one movie World War Z. She loved Brad Pitt; in a beard to? I could imagine her drooling over him the day she met him. Stripping from my clothes, I pulled a towel on and walked into my bathroom turning on the hot water and mixing with cold, creating the perfect temperature for a shower. Pulling my hair from the bun of the day, I leaned under the water after stepping inside and relaxing my muscles in the warm sensation.

Grabbing my Japanese cherry blossom soap, I scrubbed my body down and squealed mentally in the grandness of getting the day off me. Tilting my head into the water, my hair lying down. I ran my fingers through it. It took me damn near three years of MY consistency to make it grow past my shoulders. That is all I wanted to look like Itachi. I snorted at my joke. Washing off the suds and getting out I toweled dried my hair and body before slipping into boy shorts, sports bra, and tank. Tomorrow would be Saturday and I would go to a party to have fun. Not work, but actual fun. Snuggling into my panda teddy, I cooed and was instantly asleep.

Dream:

I was walking down a hall screaming something. Others looked at me from their cellblocks and I was trying to tell the guard they had the wrong person. I kicked and screamed as they threw me into my cell. Once they closed the door, I felt at peace with myself. I was scared, but the small room, with the cot, and bathroom made me feel comfortable. I stumbled to the bed and lay down on the softly, sterile pillow. The sheet they gave me would not even keep me warm, but I was in a straight jacket so it did not matter.

I wiggled so my ankle could be covered though. Blinking I stared at the door as if I was a broken doll.

Where was I?

Who was I?

I wished they had those slabs of metal on the walls so I could see. My face felt funny, my body ached. What the fuck happened to me.

"Clover?"

I opened my eyes that drifted while I was in the state of mind I was in, it was a doctor. I lay on the bed, my throat dry. I must have been sleep for some time. The doctor fully entered the room with a chart and files. A nurse came and picked me up. I sneered at her. She dropped my back on the bed and looked at the doctor with a worried expression. He waved it off and she quickly moved to his side.

"Do you know who Jack is?"

"The Jack? Jack…"

"Yes, Jack Napier. Do you know who he really is?"

I giggled softly and shook my head. How could I possibly meet someone named Jack Napier? Forcing myself into sitting up I leaned against the wall and shook my head again.

"Well we've found you with minor cuts and bruises, but you were covered in someone else's blood."

"No…No I wasn't."

"Yes, yes you were Ms. Clover. Please we're trying to help you."

"I. Don't need help. You need help. Go diagnosis yourself."