Short beginning to a good story. *Edited version*


Chapter 1

It all started simple. It always does.

Joker and Harley were robbing a bank, and holding hostages. Two were dead with grotesque smiles stretched on their faces, when a girl walked in from a back door. No one had noticed her until she started talking. Then they saw why they hadn't noticed her.

She was tall and built like a gymnast, and probably no more than 17. She was pure white skinned with blood red lips. Her violet eyes gleamed mischievously. Above the porcelain figure, however, her long hair was a neon green with black streaks. It stuck up in every angle, like she had put her finger in a socket. Her outfit looked like she had jumped in a coloring vat.

"Edie, where's my bag?"

A female teller with purple streaks in her hair looked afraid, "Mania….." She said warily.

"There it is!" The girl said, oblivious to the hold up. She reached behind a teller station and pulled up what looked like a purple duffel bag. She headed for the door, only to be stopped by a large goon. She looked at him like she hadn't seen him before.

"Who're you? Frankenstein?"

The answer came from behind her, "The question is, who are you?"

She turned, "People call me Mania."

"Interesting… kid. You some kind of admirer?"

"No, but you know, with some surgery, you might actually pass as a clown!" She smiled, her grin a near replica of Joker's, then catapulted off floor, landing on the goon's shoulders. The girl stuck her tongue out at Joker and jumped out the window above the door. The goon stuck his head outside, but she had disappeared.

Joker grabbed Edie by her collar, "Who was that?"

"M-Mania?"

"Yes, the brat!"

"H-her name's Mania Psyche Fortuna…..S-She lives at St. Mary's."

Joker dropped the woman, "Let's go boys and girls. We gotta kid to catch!"

And they were gone.