Author's note: The closer it gets to Christmas, the more excited I get! Hard not to totally love this season though. The one thing is that since I just moved out this year, so I don't have any decorations yet. Going home on the 19th of December, and staying for a couple of weeks. It'll be nice to be back home for more than a single day. On another note, this is the final chapter! Probably won't have anything going up while I'm home, will be way to busy during the holidays. Hope you enjoyed the story and hope you leave review on your thoughts!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything but the story itself. First batman story ever! Been obsessed with reading stories containing the joker this week. Wanted to try writing one of my own, so I hope you like it.
Alice turned to look behind her again; she had been walking home and had felt someone following her for the last 10 minutes. It wasn't uncommon; she lived in the narrows of Gotham after all, but what bothered her is that when she turned she saw no one. Usually when a thug was stalking someone, she would turn, they would be there and then she would run. She was fast and had been living here since she was 16, in the last three years she had learned a lot. Like run fast and not get caught or if you get caught, don't struggle otherwise you'll have a hospital bill to deal with on top of everything else.
Today was different then all those times, usually she had people hooting and hollering at her as she walked, makeup and tight shirt still on as she walked home from the strip club. She had been working there since she had left the orphanage at 16, and had wondered into the bad part of town, looking for wok doing whatever. The boss there had said that if she had the body for it (which she did) and didn't a fuck of the older men leering at her, then he didn't give a fuck about her age. She supposed she should be really grateful; she probably would have resorted to selling herself not long after that, she had been out on the street for a week without food or shelter before that. One of the nicer ladies at the club had let her stay with her and Alice had stayed there since then, after a few weeks starting to pay half the rent. The older lady had been killed by a mob member after refusing to sleep with him and Alice ended up just keeping the apartment.
A hand shot out from behind her and grabbed around her middle at the same time another hand covered her mouth. There was two men she noted as they drug her backwards. She held back he scream that came forward in her throat, if she struggled they would only hurt her more. That didn't stop a tear running down her cheek when they through her backwards and her head smashed into a wall. Her sight was slightly fuzzy after that, and she couldn't help but wish that they had just knocked her out, but now she just felt like throwing up on top of the horrors she was about to have to go to. She swallowed harshly to keep it down; she had a feeling if she accidently threw up on one of them, they would gut her.
Her shirt was ripped open and hands roamed over her now exposed chest. This had happened many times before, these streets were not safe in the least and sometimes men even recognized her from the club and went after their own personal fantasy. She was powerless against them. Her head chanted out to her, that she was strong and she would get through this just like those other times. Still, she was so tired of being touched it was even painful to think about these days.
The men withdrew their hands to undue their pants, when knives flew out of nowhere and planted themselves through the back of the men's heads. Alice didn't scream, she didn't do anything at all, she just watched as a man came out of the shadows. He was frowning even though the makeup on his face was drawn up into a smile, he just stared at her and she just stared back.
A few minutes of silence, and the man grinned at her without warning. Her heart beat a little bit faster as she looked at his fuzzy image. Everything was blacking out around her, but he was wearing the joker's makeup, and while she really didn't ever have a TV or was up on the news; she heard men at the club explain him and how scary it was to have him out on the street. She heard he liked to blow things up, and cut people, but hadn't really come face to face with an act of his yet.
He walked towards her taking in her whole situation before resting his rough palm against her cheek, her eyes were dropping and she had just accepted if he wanted to kill her now, it would be doing her a favor; she wouldn't have to pull herself up off the wall and manage to walk home with the injured head and ripped to shreds shirt. "Ah, dolly, ya lookin a little bit broken. Need so-ome help?" She could hear him smacking his lips together, though she couldn't focus her eyes enough to tell if he actually had the scars the said he did.
Alice pushed his hand away and did her best to lean away from him, he grunted unhappily but then inched back when she threw up. She slide down the wall trying to inch away from the spot of her sick, ignoring the man in front of her, she had already decided she was done. "Da-olly, don't ig-nore me." He giggled out and she found herself looking up at his face and just smiling. This was it, she was done, nothing more in this world could hold her attention, this was the last page of her torn up and burnt book.
In the moment before she passed out, she looked up at him and smiled deeper. "I 'ike your eyes." Joker lost his smile as she slumped against the wall and closed her eyes.
He stood there for several moments more and just stared at her, and people called him crazy. This girl didn't bother to scream when two obvious rapists drug her into an alley, or even when he killed them. Then he had made himself know and she had had the nerve to just push him off, and then compliment his eyes. What a strange person, he didn't think he would ever understand women. How interesting, this could be fun. He pulled out a phone and called in his boys for a ride. This dolly was going to come with him to; she was fun to pay with again. Dolly's were apparently more fun than he had thoughts they were, and he wanted to keep her around to play with again. He looked down at her ripped shirt and noted that playing dress up was a thing that was going to happen as well, girl looked frozen. Not that he cared or anything, it's just that she would look better in his purple and green colors. This was going to be fun.
