"BARBARA."

When I met him. He was a boy yes a deeply troubled boy. I met him when I was 7, I believe. We were at the park. I met him again when I was 12 just briefly, and I never want it to be forgot. He lied, then. He told me his name was tony back then, because everyone thought he looked like a tony. I dinit though. He asked if he knew me. I told him I dinit know. "What's your name?" he asks…

"Barbara." "Do I know you?" he asks.

I stare intently at him. He has dark hair. Bangs. He has deep hazel eyes. "No."

We became friends, but he wasn't to be hers. He's manipulative, although he doesn't mean it. I ask him to come over that day. He says he doesn't mind. I show him my father's scrapbook. I tell him to wait in my room. Leaving my diary on the bed from earlier and forgetting. I find him starring at it beside him. And I try not to drop the two glasses in my hand on the floor. His eyes are firm his eyes are green he is abused and isn't free. His eyes burn, yes they call out will. His eyes are cold as the daggers he holds today. He looks at me. He turns …" are you ok?" I nod and hand him a drink. That night I tell him I think I love him as we walked. He thinks that's stupid. Ha, ha, that's stupid. You're stupid. His eyes are a mask. They lie to me. He takes his drink and then he leaves.

Rocco stopped and went into the circle k down the block. He wanted to get some beer, plus he liked flirting with the clerk who was a friendly blonde who wanted nothing to do with him, but he couldn't see that because when he saw what he wanted he couldn't see it another way. I don't think I was nervous it wouldn't be the first time he lost his temper on me. We drove far out, and I stared out at the clouds hoping it wouldn't rain even though it looked like it might. I heard faint thunder, but it was hard to tell Rocco turned up the radio to pearl jam. The guy always sounded like a Billy goat to me, but I insisted on telling no one my strange thoughts of the band. We got out of the car. Rocco was drinking a can of bear and crunched it in his hand. He took off his grey cap and ruffled his dark brown hair before putting It back on. He ruffled my dark brown hair that looked about black because it was so dark. We walked towards the warehouse. In reality Rocco was the most trusted out of anyone else, even Harley. Rocco had never dared to cross the joker, or even disagree with him. Which was why he was such a dumb f… I was taken out of my thoughts by Rocco shaking me. "Ya ok ya know, cuz ya looked a little dazed out?
I nodded. I and Rocco went in. Only one other person hanged around here if it wasn't us and …boss. It was Jacky who called me little bro when he wasn't around. Jacky wasn't even his real name. He was aggressive and liked to play ruff. He was almost has stupid as Rocco but he was chuckles, and Rocco was really dopey. Jacky was drinking beer and reading the phone book cutting out certain things. "what are you doin' man?" Rocco asked. He shrugged. " boss just told me to cut out all the banks close to the ice berg lounge, just opened yesterday , right ?' " yeah man ." " so….uh, where's the boss ?" Rocco asked. "Oh you know man, he left a while ago with grumpy. Truthfully the mask you got to where when you worked for the joker or with them were all passed along. There had been more than 9 dopeys they never lasted long though. Rocco was the 9th one and had lasted long because he was smart but stupid in the same way. "What's up jack?" Jacky asked me. "The ceiling." "Smart a*** "he muttered and continued cutting. "So what are we supposed to do?" Rocco asked. Jacky shrugged, and hummed.

He really was crazy. His head shiny and bald his crazed blue eyes drifting to the scissors then back at me. "You hungry?" he asked me. "Were gonna go get somethin' to eat man, you want anything?" he asked. "Just bring me back a strawberry shake." Rocco began backing out. Has he did another car pulled in? It was the boss, Rocco sped quickly avoiding the joker in anyways possible. Rocco ate nervously, while I only looked out of the window. "I think you have a food disorder, you're hungry ...But you don't wanna eat. Something's wrong with your head man." He sounded like Rocky balboa, and he needed to sober up because I was positive everyone could tell he was a little drunk. I was nervous myself, but I was doing this for her. He beat her so badly. To a bloody pulp, I couldn't let it happen. I took out the switchblade in my pocket admiring it before putting it back into my pocket. We drove back, and Rocco's uneasiness was beginning to get to me. It was quiet when we got in. Rocco jumped as the joker stepped in front of him, towering him over 2 inches. He handed him a mask. "Make it fast "he only said walking passed me quickly. "Well …were robin' a bank?" Rocco smiled sheepishly at me, and left me standing alone. I headed for the door, I wasn't going to be a part of this. I dinit want to be. I opened the door and opened the crappy other screen door in front of it. The door slammed on my hand, from the sudden afraid ness. And has crappy has it was it was heavy, and ripped my skin slightly. 3 of my fingers slowly beginning to bleed. I turned around slightly, my fingers still rippled between the doors. The joker stared at me with dead eyes. He licked his lips. "And what have we have here ...hmm?" i hadn't seen him in 2 days because I had been wondering through the city.

He put his gloved hand on the doorknob pulling it forward, knowing my fingers were trapped and already bleeding. I tried not to wince and clenched my teeth in my mouth, but keeping my expression blank through pain. "You wanna know how I got these scars?" he asked me. "Boss, banks almost opened we better go "dopey said. He made a point. The joker let go. We headed out, and I had to stay in the back with Rocco. Everyone else got out of the car, the joker remained with me. "Anyone comes, you call us out. " I was glancing at my swollen bloody hand and dinit listen. He raised his voice, to a fighting tone that made me jump. "LOOK AT ME!" "Understand?" I flipped him off with my hand on my lap. I stared at him hoping he wouldn't notice. He got out of the car. His bozo mask concealed his face. The events of Harvey dents death, or so called death had only taken place almost a year ago, and Rocco told me that the guy was still alive. I heard a slight wind, and relaxed in the back of the seat, and flipped the switchblade open and closed. I looked out of the window and heard the faint thunder, and like that the rain began to fall. I looked around remembering finally what I was supposed to be doing. I dinit want to though, why should I. Mom had gotten in arkham trying to get. Him out. She'd be mad at me though, because she loved the crazy bastard. I thought to myself these thoughts were driving me …worried. I dinit like the word crazy because it'd make sense if I was because the only people I was around were crazy. How could I escape it? I could go talk to ivy, more than likely she had forgotten what she said, and it was raining so it wasn't like she'd probably cancel what she was planning. I dinit want to talk to her though. Not really, but I dinit want to be here. I heard a faint knock on the window.

I glanced up and saw Sam, she was a girl I knew but not one I liked to talk to. I cracked the door slightly. "Hey. What are you doing here man?" she was wearing a grey hoodie, and dark clothes. "Go away Sam." She smirked. I noticed sirens from a distance and swore underneath my breath. I put my hoodie over my head that I had been wearing for more than 4 days now, and ran into the bank. "I know, I know." "Jack, were going through the back, see ya there "Rocco shouted to me, before following the others and hurrying to the exit. Police officers ran in, and commanded me to get to the ground. I followed so, and put my hands over my head. I could so slightly glance through the window, as they found me has a suspect and put cuffs over my wrist, and lifted me up. 1 cop escorted me to the cop car, asking me questions. The other cops stayed inside, helping the hostages and investigating. Sam ran over. "Hey what the h*** do you think you're doing, that's my brother he was just seeing what the commotion was over there!" my eyes lifted a little. "Look kid, you better stand back, and go home." I got in the back of the cop car, leaning against the seat. I'd pretend that this dinit suck.