He watched the police taking away his little crew being locked up one by one.
Not that he cared to be honest; he could always find more in the end.
Ones that were more cleverer, and ones that weren't as stupid.
He took out a card and turned it over and a crazed smile was placed on his scarred face.
The card was a picture of a Joker. The odd one out. He was unique and different from everyone else, yet so was him. Equal.
That was why he was called the Joker. He gave a bitter laugh, and threw the card down onto the floor, making him stand up and jump around the room like a madman.
Not like he was already.
He licked his lips loudly and leaned on the window ledge looking out of the window and onto the streets below before he saw a mass of long brown curly hair.
He cocked his head sideways frowning then realization hit him.
What was her name again? Rose? Rosemary? Rachel?
Rachel! That was her name!
How could he ever forget a name like that? The plaything of Harvey Dent.
He let out a bitter laugh.
One day, Rachel Dawes shall be his, and he shall have her.
And that's a promise.
He let out a spine chilling maniac laugh before skipping out of the room, thinking of a plan to get to Rachel Dawes.
Then again, he was a guy without plans.
My second Joker fanfic. Oh my gods, I LOVE THE JOKER!! Ahh! He is like the best bad guy ever. How can you not love him? Anyway I hope you enjoyed this short fanfic might do more