Hola Hola! I am The Pyscho Pyro and I've been reading A LOT of Dark Knight fanfiction lately. So, I've decided to attempt my own. I know I normally don't finish my stories but that's because well……It's 'cause I'm lazy :) However, if I get reviews I'm planning on keeping this one going. - So, without further ado here you go!
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"Why so serious?!" He was laughing now, cackling in my face. Though that didn't nearly scare me as much as the cold blade pressed against the inside of my cheek did. I trembled slightly in his grip. Yes, that's exactly whom I'm talking about, The Joker, Clown Princess of Crime.
How I'd gotten myself into this position I'd never truly understand. Maybe the fact that I was new to Gotham City and didn't know any better than to take a trip to the drug store at two in the morning may have played a large role in it.
"So, where ya headed Doll Face?" his amused yet bone chilling tone brought me back to reality. I trembled again, the knife still against my cheek. I was scared that if I even brought myself to say something he would slice me open like a piece of deli meat. The Joker looked like he was enjoying my reaction but also becoming impatient. His cracked white face paint seemed to give him a ghostly glow in the street light as he glared through the top of his eyes at me.
Suddenly a wave of exhaustion hit me like a punch in the stomach. 'Ahh not now!' God I shouldn't have chugged that bottle of prescription pills as soon as I got them! Another wave this time, it made me see white dots. I wavered slightly.
"Is that all ya got Girly?" He raised an eyebrow. And I collapsed no concern for the knife anymore or where I was or WHO was near me. He peered down at me curiously. Clearly not the reaction he had expected. "AW c'mon girly I'm not that scary am I?" He chuckled and nudged me with his foot. I curled up in a ball, rapidly drifting into unconsciousness. A hard kick to the stomach brought me back to reality for a brief moment. "I SAID GET UP!" He bellowed, I whimpered half asleep already.
The joker picked me up bridal style holding me close to his chest, his bright painted scars were the only thing visible through my fogged eyes. "I could always use a new toy…" He cackled again loudly as we marched into the further darkness of the alley and I drifted very unwillingly into unconsciousness. Echoed footsteps, then…darkness.
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Me-If you want me to continue review!!
Joker- question….plays with a knife Eh, why does she have meds? grins Is she isane…?
Me- not as crazy as you J-man!...
Joker- death glare..I'm NOT….I'm—NoT…
Me- steps back o.o Explanations in the next chappie okays?!