so, this is my first joker fic. Haha. PLEASE no flames, you can tell me what I need to fix, PLEASE DO! but, no flames! and Review. please?

"Wake up you stupid bitch."

I fell to the ground with a light thud, the right side of my face ached. Almost already numb from the blow. I rolled over and propped myself on my elbow, rubbing my cheek.

"I have things to, so hurry your ass up." He threw a pair of jeans and a large Metallica shirt onto my lap. "Get dressed.

"Damnit, Krys, Why can't I just stay here?" I yelled, instantly regretting my big mouth.

"Because your part of my plans." He seethed, kicking my gut. "Get up!"

I clutched my side and slowly rose from the hardwood floor. I threw on the jeans and tied the shirt into a ponytail behind my back. I grabbed a brush and pulled my hair back into a bun, slipped on my shoes, and followed Krys out the back door.

We walked out into the cold night, and I wished I had brought a jacket. I don't see why he insists on carrying out his 'plans' after dark. With the Joker running around freely on the streets, who know's where he will show up.

I stepped off the curb and landed on my knees, ripping the jeans on one side. Great, these are new, and I know Krys won't get me anymore. He's too obsessed with his drugs. Quickly I picked myself up and climbed into the backseat of his car.

"Your pathetic" He cackled as we sped out onto the narrow street.

I crossed my legs and folded my arms over my stomach, I had a gut feeling something was going to go wrong, wherever it was we were going. I glared out the window as the buildings passed us by. I know I should get away, but how? He'll only find me. I can't just make him not want me anymore either, he'll kill me. He's already hurt me enough, I don't know how much more I can take.

I'm only 18, and I've been living with him for three weeks, but I already have more bruises on my body than any woman ever should in her lifetime. As long as he doesn't take my virginity from me without permission, maybe I CAN handle being with him.

"So, where are we going?" I whispered.

"To the park, Sam will be there, I want you to go and get it for me." He said.

"No! I'm not doing your dirty work for you! I'd rather kill someone than buy your weed for you all the damn time! It's stupid! get it your damn self!" I cried.

"What?!"

The car came to a complete stop within three seconds, my seatbelt held me back, but my head hit the back of my seat, causing a headache. He turned around and glared at me. I stuck my tongue out at him, of course I was afraid, but, what was the worst he would do here? There's people on the streets staring, and he's not one to make a scene.

He raised his hand, and I cowered, thinking I was wrong, instead he just pointed a finger at me and turned back to the steering wheel, he took off again, turning the radio onto a familiar station. The local news. (A/N radio's do that right?)

"Starting tonight, People will die. I'm a man of my word." A bone chilling cackle came from the Radio, the voice familiar to all of us. I reached forward to turn it up, but Krys slapped my hand and turned it down. I forgot, he was frightened by the voice that belonged to the crazed man.

I felt the urge to chuckle, the man that beats me daily is afraid of a voice. It's not that bad, I like the sound of his laugh, it soothes me.

The car came to a complete stop a block away from the park, Krys handed me the money and shooed me out of the car. I wanted to object and tell him that I wouldn't do it, but this time, nobody was around, and I wasn't going to risk my life for him.

"Hurry." He mouthed.

I walked down to the park and met his friend Sam by the swings. We were in the middle of exchanging our products when I heard a cop shouting out at us, telling us to stay where we are. Shit. I knew this was going to be bad.

We both scattered, I ran in the wrong direction, away from the car a block behind me. I stumbled and fell on my knees a few times, but the pig never caught up with me. That, or he wasn't coming after me at all. I stopped running to catch my breath, and I could seeing Krys' car coming down the road.

I could feel his gaze on me, even though he was down at the stop light, I was in big trouble. I couldn't just get in the car without his pot, or the money. He wouldn't like that. Not. one. bit. Instead, I started running again. The light was only going to be red a few more seconds, I had to hide.

I Dashed into an alleyway and crawled under the dumpster, I heard footsteps coming towards me, don't breath, don't move, I repeated to myself. The footsteps stopped at the edge of the dumpster.

"Damnit Harley!" He breathed before turning and walking away.

I stayed under the dumpster for another five or so minutes, when I went to climb out, I could see a pair of dark brown shoes coming towards me. I pushed myself back a bit and covered my mouth. They were so close to me. Who's were they? They couldn't be Krys' could they? He couldn't have changed that fast.

"So, Harley is it?" The voice made me cringe and whimper, I closed my eyes. This isn't real. I took a deep breath and opened them again, the shoes were still there.

"Oh, don't be shy. I don't bite unless you ask me to." I could hear him smacking his lips above me. "Come on out, or I pull you out myself."

I crawled out from underneath the dumpster and stood up. Standing in front of me with his purple suit, and his smeared make-up. I stopped breathing, out of all the people I wanted to meet before I died, he was not one of them.

"Well, hello beautiful" He breathed. I had to look up a bit to see his face, even hunched over, he was still taller than me.

"Tell me, why are you running from that crazed man, yet not from me?" He smacked his lips repeatedly, making it almost hard to understand his words.

Is it good enough to continue on?