Hey guys, this is my first story…EVER! Please be kind, and review. No flames please. I will try my best to keep the Joker in character. Blah blah blahhhhh. I do not own the Joker or DC Comics or any of the characters from The Dark Knight. I do own Sona though .

Chapter One - Dearly Departed.

Ready. Set. Go.

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If Coleman Reessssssse isn't dea- duh in six-ty minutes then I blow up a hospitallllll."

There it was; his latest threat. We all heard it. All of us at Gotham General forgot about everything for about 60 seconds to crowd around the television in the hospital's waiting room to hear it.

Well this was definitely going to be the highlight of my day.

Havoc ensued. Never before has a patient with an infarction in his left leg hauled that much ass that fast. Maybe the Joker was a miracle worker. I wish I could run; I did not go to medical school to deal with this; there was no part of my training dedicated to dealing with psychopathic clowns and their need to endanger the lives of the sick and innocent.

No one was going to kill that dumbass either, Coleman Reese. God, I would annihilate him right now if I weren't under an immediate death threat.

We had to start evacuation and we had to start it fast. I ran to the upper floors to start wheeling out the bed-ridden patients. As I ran up the stairs, I caught a glimpse of Gotham PD busting through the main entrance of Gotham General and ushering frightened patients through the sliding doors. I made it to an upper floor and ran to the nearest ward I could – oncology. I started helping some other doctors unplug IV's and monitors and haul out their patients.

Elevators filled up fast. People jam packed the stairs. There was no way everyone was going to get out in a mere sixty minutes. Yet, we had to try.

In all the frenzy, I noticed that the wards were becoming less and less populated. We might all actually survive! I ran down the stairs hoping that I could finally exit and save my own ass. The hospital was clearing out and only a few people were left.

I bee-lined for the door. As I was about to step out, I heard the worst possible thing that I could hear in a time like this.

" Sona! Sona!"

I turned to see who was calling my name. It was my colleague and major pain in the ass – Dr. Ronson, or Steve.

" We have to get Harvey Dent! Room 39! Get Harvey Dent out of here!" he cried. I would have told him to get him himself but Steve was pushing a bed-ridden elderly lady with an oxygen mask out of the door!

Room 39 was at the end of the corridor. Fabulous. There were virtually only a few people left in the hospital at this point. Some nurses were helping patients out of other rooms in this corridor, but nobody had the nerve to get Harvey Dent. Doesn't God just love me or what?

I moved as fast as I could to the door, and as I turned it, I found the most unusual spectacle. A nurse with red hair, and a really nice ass was reading the charts. I would have laughed at her obliviousness to the current situation until I noticed the dead guard by my feet. I froze.

" Well hellllllo.." The nurse turned, except, it wasn't a nurse. It was the Clown Prince of Crime himself. His mouth turned into a malicious smile as he faced me and I backed into the door. I would have run but my feet weren't as diligent. My face held a look of sheer horror and he started to inch towards me.

Through my peripheral vision I could see Harvey Dent, alive as ever. I was hoping he'd do something but the bastard just sat there and acted as if I wasn't facing imminent death.

Consumed in my thoughts, I didn't notice that the Joker was just a few inches away from me. He was taller than me so I had to look up. I looked into his deep hardened black eyes, and scattered white grease paint. I could hear my heart trying to break out of my rib cage, and I bet he heard it too because at that moment, he smile got even wider.

"Am I making yah nervous, toots?" he drawled.

I was speechless. It was as if every neuron and muscle in my body was on automatic shut down mode. It's funny though, because on a normal day you couldn't get me to shut up.

He took this as a sign to continue.

" You knowww, I wasn't really expecting another guest. My friend, Mr. Police Man tried to raidddd my party with Dent over here, but I wasn't having any of that."

He genuinely looked like he was pissed at the now- dead guard. He also seemed morbidly calm. Of course, he wasn't in a position to die, and I was. After staring at my mortified face for a couple more seconds, he decided to carry on.

" You know the best part about parties, doll? The party favors you get at the ennnndddd."

With that, I saw him bring the butt of his gun up to my face and strike me on the side of my head. I fell to the floor almost instantly, and my vision started to blur. I felt my body being dragged across the floor, and I heard a mischievous cackle before it all went black.