Two lone figures stood at the entrance of the doorway.

The heavens poured their wrath on the couple, blurring their features beyond recognition. The wind howled and sent litter tumbling across the cracked streets, slick with rain. The rain, the thunder, the coldness and the wind all tumbled in ecstasy with one another as only two forbidden lovers might.

The small, sad tree that had been planted some months ago in a half-hearted attempt to brighten up the neighborhood was holding on for dear life by its roots, swaying dangerously close to a bright purple convertible which sat, despite parking violations, in front of the old beaten down building. Almost inaudibly, the smaller of the two blurs sneezed.

"Shut up," spat the older of the two "It's your own fucking fault. You should have worn a warmer coat."

The younger, not bothering to mention that she didn't have a warmer coat, merely inclined with her head at the doorway. Raising the cigarette to her lips for another puff, the older extended one long red manicured nail to the door and promptly pushed the small yellowed doorbell.

Nothing happened.

Annoyed, she tried again. And again. Positive that this was the right address, she kept punching that unfortunate button until some yanking it open.

That someone had had a long night and was in no mood for crap. He was tired, stressed, and very close to punching the ringer of the doorbell. But the sight of the shapely dark-haired woman and her hooded child companion sparked his curiosity. Gruffly, he asked them what the hell they wanted.

The child slowly raised her head so that her features were revealed. Lightning flashed, reflecting in her large, honey-brown orbs. Something in that look made him tremble, and it wasn't just the wind. Something familiar in those eyes, and yet…

"We are here to see the Joker." said the dark one promptly. "Lead the way."

For reasons the man himself did not yet fully understand, he did just that. Maybe he was simply accustomed to following orders from strong, authoritive voices, or maybe it was the fact that the slender pale girl scared the crap out of him, but either way he led them through hallways and passages until they came to a gaudily painted purple door. Testily, he knocked.

"Yessss…?" Came a pitched voice from the other side. It sounded specifically like a constrictor as it greedily wrapped around its prey. Turning tentively to the two women behind him before answering, the henchman answered

"Um, boss, there's a lady outside sayin' she want's to see you. Got's a kid with her. Should I get rid of them or…?"

A crackle was heard behind the doorway. It was so utterly chilling that even the child looked up in surprise.

"But my dear henchman! Shouldn't you know by now the clowns simply adore children? Send them in, of course!"

The lock on the door unclicked with a rusty squeak.

The man nodded. He understood that his boss had also had a hard day, and this would help him ease the tension. He released the grip on his gun and turned away, aware that the two would die in a more twisted, perverted way. 'It's their own fault.' He though to himself "They did come here. What were they thinking?' Shaking his head, he rounded the corner and thus disappeared.

The woman, meanwhile, had kicked open the door. 'God forbid she use the friggin' handle.' thought the girl. But still, she kept silent.

The room that she stepped into had all the flashiness of a carnival, all the twistedness of a horror flick, and all the gaudiness of a whorehouse. The walls had been carelessly painted purple, and green glitter had been strewn atop of that. Boxes where scattered chaotically across the room, spilling their contents onto the lilac carpet. Dynamite mingled with chatter-teeth and magicians' bouquets like it were the most natural thing in the world. Bullet holes littered the entire room.

Behind a pewter colored desk was a gigantic map of Gotham that took up almost the entire wall. Messages were scrawled across in deliberate handwriting, like DIE! DIE! DIE! and HERE LITTLE PIGGIES and POP GOES THE WEASLE! HAHAHAHAHA and BOOM!

The desk itself was long and squat. It had so many knobs that one might suspect that some of them had been glued on. But the object itself was not the thing of interest at the moment, but rather the person behind it.

Paler than the deadest of corpses, narrowed blue eyes that contained malice and joy and madness and laughter at all times, and a grin so big and lewd that it would have made Cheshire cat hide his face in shame, sat the Joker.

His head tilted sideways slightly in confusion, but in a matter of seconds a flame of recognition sparked in his eyes.

"Ahhhhhh," said the clown, standing up to his full spindly height and throwing his arms out wide as if to hug her "Star. It's been a while, hasn't it? But don't tell me that you, too, have fallen for me? I already have one whore that's done that. And she doesn't. Like. Competition."

Star rolled her eyes and promptly lit a joint. She needed more than nicotine when dealing with this guy.

Taking a drag, she said sharply "I did not come for that."

Looking around for her child, she pushed the girl forward with all five of her red manicured claws. The child, still hooded, merely bent her head to the floor.

"I came because this one is yours."

Lightning once again flashed, and the girl peered at the man from beneath her brows. The Joker peered back.

"I find that a bit hard to believe." said the madman dryly "You're telling' me I struck lucky that one time?"

"Oh, you better believe it." Snapped Star, pulling back the girl's hood.

Spiky, light brown shoulder-length hair framed a thin, pointed face. Large eyes the precise color of honey dominated her face, and below that a slightly pointed nose and a rather large mouth with small lips the palest shade of pink. Her skin was pale, though not as pale as the Joker's, her body thin and sharply angled. She was, without a doubt, the Joker's child.

A long stretch of awkward silence passed as father stared incredulously at daughter and daughter stared coolly back. Finally, the Joker's lewd grin returned and he let back another chilling laugh.

"And what," he wheezed " Is the point of this, exactly? Did you think I'd pay child support? Do you want me to visit her every weekend?" He let out a giggle.

Star shrugged "Do whatever the hell you want," she replied. " She's your problem now."

Both the girl's and the Joker's head snapped rather smarty toward the Latino woman.

"What?" they both asked in disbelief at the same time.

"You shut up," Star snapped at the child, slapping her rather hard at the back of the girl's head. "And you," she pointed with her joint at the Joker "I've kept that brat for fourteen years. During that drag, I've been tracking you down. Now I've finally found you, so it's your turn to take on the joys of parenthood."

"You expect me to take care of her? She'll be dead by the morning!"

"Kill her, throw her out, I don't care." Star sigh "Just…do what you wish. I'm tired of taking care of her. My trailer barely holds one. And if she's dead, well… one less problem for the world."

'I'm right hear,' though the girl sourly 'Why are they treating me as if I were deaf?'

The Joker once again laughed "Oh, I get it! You don't want me to be Father of the Year at all! This is simply an assassin's trip."

The child's mother once again shrugged and turned to leave, her heels clicking on the floor despite the carpeting. "Like I said, do whatever the hell you want." She was almost at the door when she turned back and added "Oh, and she's a bit mentally unstable, so…" And then she was gone.

"Mentally unstable, huh?" He muttered, crossing the room quickly to chase after his one night stand "Jeez, I wonder why."

Stopping suddenly, he turned back and asked "Oh, by the way kid, what's your name?"

"I have none," replied the girl "So you may call me Nameless."

"Nameless, huh." he said, grabbing a machine gun before speeding out the door "Weirdo."

The next couple of minutes where filled with gunshots, mad laughter, and the distinct sound of Nameless's mother screaming. Finally, the clown returned to his office and threw his gun carelessly aside.

"Right, then," he said briskly "Now, ah, Nameless, I think I should respect your mother's ah, dying wish by killing you also. Buuut," he added, throwing an arm around her shoulder "Since I am such a good father, I think you deserve a dying wish, too." leaning in closer, he asked " So, what'll it be? A last phone call to a friend? A soda pop? Wadaya want?"

Nameless thought for a bit. "I have no friends," she said finally "And I don't feel the need for anything materialistic, because doubtless it won't matter once I am dead. So…." she said, in a tone quite similar to her father's "I want a name for myself, which you could put on my tombstone."

"That seems appropriate," he agreed. "So, um…"

"It has to be fitting." added Nameless.

"Hmm…" he said "I really can't think of anything! You can sleep in here while I decide."

Nameless obediently sat down on the floor and the maniac walked out, pondering names.

'Looks like I just bought myself another night,' she thought to herself 'For now…"

To be continued….

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Author's Notes;

Well, that was fun, wasn't it? As a general rule, I usually stick with poetry on Deviantart, but I decided to give this a shot. Below are some comments about this chapter;

Pushed the button until he came- that's what she said. Sorry, I couldn't resist.

The death of Star- Well, you wouldn't expect the Joker to let her live, now would you? Look how disrespectful she was!

Nameless- I did not take that from Loveless. Nameless does not have a name because her mother did not want to attach herself to her child in any way. Granted, she probably assumed aliases while going to school, but that wasn't really her name. So no birth certificate. Which brings us to our next point…

Star's hatred- Nameless was a mark of her mistake. I'd also like to point out that she and Joker had sex fourteen years ago, so this was before Joker was The Joker. (that's why it took fourteen years for him to be tracked down. Because, come on, he's not that hard to find in his current state, now is he) Probably another reason Star was killed, because she was a reminder of his past life. Ironic, no?

The map of Gotham City- I kinda took that idea from ChaosandAnarchy. Sorry! It was a good idea!

The Lightning- Yes, I understand it was very cliché.

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