Herro, and welcome to this story..uh..yeah..read it! More stuff to say at the end!~

~Put on your Joker face~

It's quiet. Almost too quiet. So quiet one could hear death seeping out of the graves from a cemetery. This was a loud night for some, as their minds screamed in torment and pain lying in their plain hospital beds, their bodies damaged and torn from the previous mishap from the Joker. This drove people into hiding once again, a curfew on the streets for 5pm.

People died, most were unjured as some of the explosives hadn't worked due to the Batman shutting them off and have his body like a ragdoll like he was nothing. Nobody knew if he survived or not, but that wasn't the problem; The Joker had succeeded in his claim for fame once again, having kidnapped a few hostages and have them tied up in a warehouse near the docks, holding them for ransom.

Cackling like a banshee, The Joker skipped along the large hall of the warehouse on the 4th floor. His hair as messy as ever, his lips dry, his clothes dusted and his facepaint chipping off. His gloved fingers clasped tightly around a pair of matching knives, with little 'Ha's' etched lazily over the handles. He dragged them along metal parts on the wall, blood boiling screeches eminated and echoed within the walls of the warehouse.

"Today is a wonderful day!"

He sauntered over, his back slightly hunched towards the group of hostages. Scanning their faces, they all had fear written all over their wrinkly, or pale skin. Some had smudges of dirt on their cheeks or something due to the large explosion in the subways, smoke rising into the air, ashes falling like snow as if there would be no sun ever again. He picked them like lotery numbers out of the crowd of people, their loved ones willing to give them up for their lives.

"The Bat ain't comin' to get you this time-ah!"

He snickered like a maniac, threatening some of the hostages with his knife, or jumping at them screaming 'boo'. Watching the looks on their faces made him laugh even more. He looked at the girl near the centre, and had to look again. And again. She was near the brink of passing out she was trying that hard not to laugh. This made him curious. He pointed at her with a knife.

"You; scared?"

She nodded no slightly, her face turning red as she tried to hold back the laugh. This made him slightly annoyed. Having the temper he did, he pushed past a few hostages, they backed out of the way, he grabbed the girls hair, holding the knife to her cheek, a small red line forming as he cut into her skin slowly.

"Why aren't you scared of me?"
She looked away, trying not to look at his face. For some reason she started to laugh even more.
"LOOK AT ME!"
He roared in her face, causing her to stop laughing and stare at him.
"Say it don't spray it man. Hehehe- I can hear you know."
The Joker glared, as if his eyes were going to spit lasers at her and burn her to nothing. He put the knife in his pocket, backing up. He had a sickening grin on his face.
"Sorry."
The girl blinked, a little confused at his sudden change in mood.
'Did he just apologize?'
Suddenly, the Joker punched her in the face, causing the girl to fall over unconscious.
"Lock this bitch up in the basement, put a camera in the room."
A few of his henchmen grabbed the girl, carrying her away. He heard whimpering within the group of hostages, his black smudged eyes looking at them.
"W-what are you going to do to her?"
A person asked, leaving the Joker to ponder.
"She'll get what she deserves. As for you people, I think I'll let you go."
The Joker twirled a knife in his hand, snickering at the look on their faces.
"If I feel like it!"
He turned, walking away, the hostages pleading and begging to let them go. Their only answer was a menacing cackle as he disappeared, his henchman telling the group to shut up or die.

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Kirsty groaned, her mind a blur as she started to stir, her jaw throbbing and red from the hit she got from The Joker. She opened her eyes, the room dark, she couldn't see anything except for the light coming from the small window on the door. She leaned back against the wall, rubbing her head from an oncoming headache. She opened her jaw as to yawn, but only checking to see if her jaw wasn't broken.

"Ugh..fuck sakes."
Her mind was still in a blur, so she stayed still, quiet, counting to herself untill her headache settled and her vision cleared to the extent of her sight.
'I wonder where I am..'
She pondered a million things at once, causing her to swear like there was no tomorrow.
"That fucker. He's gunna get his little green ass kicked. Fuck!"

She stood up, her body slightly weak. She walked along the walls untill she found a chair or something in the dark and she sat on it. The lights turned on after a while, and she looked towards the door, covering her face slightly from the invasion of light burning her retinas slightly.

"Ahh, shit!"
She groaned, the lights making her slightly dizzy. She closed her eyes, breathing calmly then she opened an eye to see her surroundings.
"Woah."
There was a million smiles and faces on the walls, dark brown; probably old blood. She noticed a part on the wall that wasn't invaded by dirty blood stains. It was the shape of a bat.
"This guy really has issues."
She blinked, looking at the ceiling.
"Is that what you think?"
A noise came over an intercom of somesort. She blinked, looking at the camera that was lazily put on the ceiling, a red light blinking.
"Well, I said it didn't I? Are you watching me? Pervert.."
A snicker came over the speaker.
"I like you. You're funny."
Kirsty glared.
"Well, you're fuckin' crazy. Now get down here so I can kick your hairy ass."

This only caused more laughter, then the speakers cut out. She sighed, wondering if he would come down here like she asked. She was wondering if she was really able to kick his ass like she thought. She hadn't met him before, only seeing him on the news and his odd videos of bothering random hostages for money. Those videos were made in this room. She was sitting in a chair where he probably killed a few dozen people for the hell of it. She wasn't bothere by it. The only thing that bothered her was her headache and the smell in here.

"You think by now he would have had better ways of scaring people.."
Suddenly the door opened, The Joker sauntered in, shutting and locking the door.
"What did you say? I was laughing too much to hear you."
Kirsty stood up, her mind still slightly absorbing the things going on around her.
"I said. I'm going to kick your ass for hitting me."
The Joker smirked, leaning against the wall, but he took a few steps towards her.
"You-can-try."
Kirsty snickered at him, hating his presence already. He seemed plain creepy.
"Okay, but don't say I didn't warn you."

The Joker took off his jacket, putting it on the hook that was near the door. He cracked his knuckles and his neck, advancing on her. She ducked his arms, kicking his in the ass, causing him to fall over. Kirsty ran towards the door, but instead of trying to escape, she grabbed his jacket, putting it on, pulling out a knife. He scrambled to his feet.

"Hey, nice coat. I think I'll have it, though I'm going to wash this smell out."
She sniffed the pits, they stank of sweat and other nasty things. To see her wearing HIS coat, he became angered, and stood up.
"You are dead."
Kirsty blinked, tossing the knife back and forth in her hands.
"Yeah, but isn't that what's the cool part?"

The Joker huffed, jumping at her unexpectedly, grabbing her by the arms, they went flying to the floor. Kirsty hit her head on the ground, pausing for a brief moment before she felt cold metal against the skin on her neck. She quietly pulled a knife out with her other hand, pretending to grab his hair, but held a knife at his neck at well. The Joker snickered, pinning her arms down, but she held a death grip on his knife.

"Give me one reason why I shouldn't kill you."
Kirsty pondered, already smiling, then her face went blank. She decided to play mind games.
"One word. Curiousity."
The Joker blinked, licking his lips for the millionth time.
"You are absolutely right."
Kirsty kicked him off of her, he went flying back as if he was weightless.
"Ehe..Ehe..That felt good-ah!"
Kirsty stood up, taking his jacket off, tossing it at him, but pocketed his knife for safe keepings.
"You're such a fuckin' perv.. Anyways; Truce?"
The Joker stood up, putting his jacket on.
"For now."
He smirked, leaving for the door.
"Hey bucketface!"
He turned to see Kirsty bleeding from the neck, glaring at him.
"I need some medical attention."

The Joker watched as she started to grow pale. He snickered, wondering if he should let her die, but it was as if she was invading his thoughts, not being able to comprehend the fact that a person who made him laugh for real would be worth the time to cut up. He looked at the camera, the door opening suddenly and he held his arm towards the door letting her know she was able to leave. Kirsty took one step, but found the floor becoming oddly welcoming to her face as she passed out.

The Joker blinked, wondering why she had an odd effect on him. Maybe it was because she looked like someone he knew a long time ago. This caused him to frown, shaking his head as if those thoughts were forbidden. He grabbed her by the arms, picking her up.

"Excyuse me, don't pass out yet. I'm not carrying you."
He slapped her slightly harder than normal, causing her eyes to shoot open.
"You hit me!"
She slapped his back, causing him to grin creepily.
"You have some fight in you.."
Kirsty cut him off.
"Yeah yeah, you like that right? Those words don't freak me out perv."
He glared, pulling her arm, avoiding talk. Her attitude needed to be changed, and he had quite the idea.

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Read and review, tell me what you think. I might edit this later to add more depth, but yeah..REVIEW IT OR I'LL NEVER KNOW WHAT YOU PEOPLE LIKE! This is just a test, to see if i should keep going..But yeah, i used the name Kirsty in the stories I have made so far, because I'm lazy to create another name. Eh.. yeah, Kirsty will always look the same in my stories, just..different. That's why imagination is important. :D