CrazyA: Hey! It's the dynamic duo, Jess and Joker!

Joker: Don't call us that!

CrazyA: Oh shut up, already! Anyway, as I said before, this is the new fresh start. 'cause the original two chapters seemed were kinda a test-drive to see if I could get the Joker right. I think I'm okay, but if you guys say otherwise than just give me a review, kay? But no flames. Same characters. Same plot. Same everything. Set just a wee bit before TDK. I own myself, the story and Thalia.

Joker: Just get onto the story...

CrazyA: For God sake, go have a shower or something! Read and review!

1. New Chapters
'Listen up, here's the story about a guy who lives in the blue world. And all day and all night everything he sees is just blue, like him, inside and outside.'- Blue (Da Ba Dee), Eiffel 65

It all started with an empty house.

Number fourteen on Simons Street. A nice place in a…so-so neighbourhood. A garden made nearly entirely of weeds. A two-bedroom, one bathroom, one kitchen, one living room type of house. The occasional crack addict lived in there until they were killed by the mobsters they worked for. A few rats lived there now. Drunk couples had one-night-stands in there sometimes…but apart from those few people, no one lived there.

But now, I did.

I'm Jessica Jean, also known as Jess by my friends. And even 'Jester'…but that was in college. Forget about the last one. Seriously, just forget I ever mentioned her. I mean me. I mean…bollocks.

Believe it or not, I'm Australian. I just love British curse words. But Mum's side of the family is Dutch. They're far more laid-back than my Dad's side. I take after her more than I take after Dad. I guess that's why I never really got on with him …well, Christine didn't really help, either.

Sorry, I ramble on a bit. Back to my story. I said I was Australian, but Simons Street isn't in Australia. It's in America. More specifically, the city of Gotham. I love Gotham. I've got some cool friends there.

Kait's my best friend in Gotham, we met on the subway one day and soon got talking. Turns out that she's a bit of a writer herself. She writes drama stories, crime stories and just overall awesome stories. I write romantic comedies for teenagers looking for a boyfriend and a laugh. So, as you can see, we write completely different stuff. But that doesn't mean we can't be good friends.

I know only two other people in all of Gotham. But even then, I don't ever talk to them. Jack and Thalia. They live in number sixteen, just next door. They're married…but they aren't exactly a happy couple. I know that I shouldn't listen in on people, that's just wrong. But I don't really have a choice. When they argue, they're loud as all hell.

"Jack! I can do what I want!"

"Can you listen to me?! Just for once?!"

That's them now. As you can see, they don't really get on well. But then they always end up in fits of laughter. It's…kinda scary, actually. It's like they just took a major dose of crack, sugar, coffee and helium…all at once and straight to their veins.

"Jess, quit staring at them. You're being a right perv…" Jester called from the couch. Um…readers? There's something I should tell you…

I think I'm going mad.

I have conversations…no, arguments with myself. And guess what? Jester always wins.

Jester is the other side of me. The wicked, sexy, fun, bad-ass, smart-alec side of me. The side that I desperately want to be. I made her up when I was…twelve years old. Jesters were members of medieval festivals, purely there to entertain. Tell jokes, dance, play music, whatever. They wore brightly coloured costumes, in Jester's case a green and black one, and did whatever they had to do to get a cheer from the crowd.

She was just a character inside my head. An imaginary friend. Even though I was twelve years old and far too mature for them, I still had her following me to school and pulling faces at the bitchy girls in my class.

But then, when I was just finishing off high school, Jester came to life in the form of alcohol and then, a few years later…weed. I know, weed is complete B.S….but damn, it's addictive. And whenever I was in my state of bliss, Jester would unleash. I'd be a complete whore. Go completely nuts over nothing. Dance like crazy. Go shop-lifting. I'd become an insane, impulsive, somehow sexy alcoholic.

'Cause without it, I was just Jessica Jean. Another girl on the street. Another pretty face. A breathing doormat. A gullible, sweet, goody-two-shoes who could never be herself. But Jessica Jean had a family…and they wanted her back. So Susan (my sister), Mum and Dad helped me get over it.

But getting over the crack and martinis didn't get Jester out of my head. She remained in there, stronger than what she was when I was a kid. That means that she wins more arguments, gets her way more often, gets to have more fun with me…which means more pain and suffering for me. All this, in my own head. I'm sane enough to understand that she's not really there…but sometimes it's really hard to remember that.

"Hell-oo? You in there, Jess?" she said, calling out to me from across the room. "You must be, if I'm still here." She laughed, her head right back as she let her voice echo in the silence we shared.

"Shut up." No, I wasn't the best with comebacks.

"Great comeback, Miss Jean," she said in a posh voice. You know what sucks about having another person living inside your mind? They know exactly what you're thinking. "But seriously, sweetie, get away from the window." She didn't have to tell me to, I was already moving away. I didn't really want to see Jack and Thalia making out like they always do after a fight. How did I know this? Well, after taking a peak around my curtains to see if they were alright ('cause from the sounds of it, they were having a Jerry-styled showdown)…yeah. Not good.

"However, he did look über cute with his shirt off…" Jester said, knowing what I was thinking…again. "And since I think this, you must think this, too!" She laughed again, knowing that I was blushing at my computer screen. She smiled and walked up behind me, looking over my shoulder to see what I was writing. Two words.

Chapter One


"That's it?"

"That's it."

"Writer's block?"

"Writer's block."

"Must suck…"

"Yeah…it does." One plus side about having another person inside your mind: you're never lonely. Another plus: they feel your pain. A third plus: they like the stuff you like. So when I put ABBA on, Jester was more than happy to listen with me. She danced around in circles, completely ignoring my pleas for her to stop being so irritating. She grabbed my hand, pulled me up off of my purple spinning chair and made me dance with her…not really caring how awkward I danced.

"Come on, dance!" she said, laughing as I slowly gave in to the beat. I love to dance, I'm just no good at it. It's Jester who's the dancer. Hip-spinning, butt-popping Jester. But this time I was Jester…

…and I didn't need a bottle of Vodka to become her.

…but Vodka helped just a little bit. God, my head. It hurt like full hell…Jester's waking up, too. Lying on the couch, completely hung-over. When I said that she felt my pain, I mean she felt my mental and physical pain. She looked up at me, her dark eye-liner smudged. My mind was fuzzy, so she appeared fuzzy, too. Everything about her was tired, worn-out and a wreck.

"Is ABBA finished?" she asked, looking over to the computer. It had finished ages ago, somewhere near the middle of the night. I looked over to the computer, seeing that more words were filling up the page. Angry, drunk, stupid words.

"Oh bugger…"

Chapter One
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"Yep, that was a fun night, alright." Jester tried standing up, but she just fell back on the couch in a fit of giggles. I still can't believe that she was part of me…I needed something to get me through the morning…perfect. 'Can't Fight the Moonlight' by LeAnn Rimes. I have a bit of a thing for 90's music. Boy-bands, Britney Spears, Christina, you name it. I smiled and crashed on the couch, landing on top of Jester. But, technically, fazing through her and landing on the couch pillows. The room was silent for a few minutes, just until she reappeared on the other side of the room. She was looking out the window, peeping through the curtains into the number sixteen. She must've spotted Jack.

"I feel bad for him, you know?" she said, not looking back at me.

"Yeah…I know…" Of course I knew, she lived inside my mind.

"He and Thalia are always arguing, always fighting…" she turned to me, a sly smile on her pale face. I knew that smile…I could never trust it. "Wanna go cheer him up?"

"No!" I yelled at her, sitting upright in shock. "Don't even think about it, Jester!" She laughed and disappeared, slowly fading away into the shadows. I stared at the empty space that she once occupied, not really sure what to do anymore. I didn't really like being by myself, especially in a house with so many rooms. I needed someone to talk to, someone to have fun with.

"Please…please come back, Jester." But she didn't. See, even though she lived in my head…I couldn't just summon her into existence like a Genie or an imaginary friend. She comes and goes. Usually when I don't want her to. I stood where she stood, wondering if I could bring her back just by being where she once was. No chance. But when I looked out the window, I realised that I wouldn't always be alone.

Jack. Thalia was out, again. I knew that last night's argument didn't help. None of them did. She still left the day after each one, going to the nearest casino. I never saw Jack leave with her. Guess he wasn't much of a gambling guy…

I've never actually spoken to either of them before. I just knew their names because they kept screaming them at each other.

"Jack! For God sake! I'm not gambling our lives away or anything!"

"Thalia, just hold your tongue for a second!"

Etcetera, etcetera, etcetera. It's a wonder that I can get to sleep, really. But I still felt like they were a part of my life…don't ask me why…I just did. Probably because I got snippets of their lives every time I walked past a window. So when I walked past this one, I was surprised to see that Jack thought the same thing…
He was just staring…and it sent chills down my spine. It really did. Brown locked with blue. We just stared at each other, neither of us moving. I expected him to quickly look away, pretend he was doing something completely different. He probably expected me to blush and do the same thing. And…he was right. I just blushed, blinked a couple of times and walked off.

So much for making an impression.

Oh but if I knew then…if I knew then what I know now.

Let's just say that I'd be back home in Oz right now.

CrazyA: Well, I hope you like! Please give me a review, it always makes me smile!

Joker: If you needed to smile, you could've just told me...*plays with knife while Jess squeals with hormones*