My Saccharine rose

A Big hi to anyone reading this story :) i've been wanting to write a Joker fic with my own character for a while and have a few 'alternatives' typed up and taking up space on my computer...SOOO... i chose my favourite and decided to actually do something with it. Hope you all enjoy Reviews are appreciated, loved, adored etc. Please Review! love Harleyxx

Kelly

I opened my eyes with a loud yawn and sat up stretching. I always had trouble waking up in the morning…I was more of a night person. Nocturnal my parents called me. I looked at the clock. I was late. Again! I jumped from my bed, showered quickly and dressed in a pair of jeans a white jumper and scarf. I quickly shoved my glasses over my green eyes, clipped my favorite gold locket around my neck and threw a bracelet over my wrist, leaving my light brown hair out as it dried in soft curls down to the small of my back. After stuffing my books in my bag and grabbing an apple from the kitchen I raced out the door and down the driveway.

When I was well past half-way to school I slowed my pace, falling into a walk and puffing wildly to catch my breath. As I walked I wound my hair into a bun, pulling any loose strands out of my face. I breathed the cool morning air in deeply and took in my surroundings. I had been in Gotham for little over a month but it still hadn't registered to me that I really was back. I had lived here with my parents five years ago, when I had been thirteen. We traveled a lot and traditionally we only stayed for two years. Two days after my fifteenth birthday we had packed up and left. Usually we never went back to a place we had already lived in but my dad had never been the same since leaving Gotham. He had said it was the most comfortable place he had ever been and no-where else felt like home. At the same time mum found work far more enjoyable in Gotham, she said the atmosphere inspired her paintings. She was an artist, my dad was a doctor. They could forget about the crime rate in return for their happiness. For me it wasn't really an issue where we lived, I didn't keep friends because of our constant moving and so never really missed any one. At the moment I hung out with my cousin who was in my year and she had introduced me to her 'group.' We clicked pretty well and…to be honest I've never really fitted in anywhere except Gotham. It feels right, but I still don't know why. I shrugged off the feeling and suddenly had the sense that I was being watched…it only lasted a second but it was still disturbing. I pulled my scarf tighter around my neck and lengthened my strides, turning a corner and walking behind a group of students from my school.

Joker

I leant against the alley wall and counted the money in my hand, a good haul. I shook my head and kicked the dead and bleeding man in front of me.

"Stupid carrying a grand and a half around in your jacket pocket!" I said, laughing loudly. My voice echoed off the alley walls. When the humor disappeared I shoved the money into my pocket, happy that it would be enough to by some food…and maybe even a new suit. I needed something fresh. After all the one I was wearing was already three days old! I grimaced at the thought and brushed down my suit jacket, wanting desperately to change into something more stylish. I strode to the end of the alley and stopped as I heard footsteps coming my way, I stayed hidden in the shadows. Maybe I'd get some extra cash from whoever was lucky enough to walk by. I pulled out my knife and got ready to attack. Must be this guys lucky day as well I thought too myself. I was bringing him from his mediocre, unknown state and making him famous. Another name to add to my 'killed' list. I sniffed. I was such a selfless guy, always thinking of the little people. My smile spread across my face as I raised my arm, my hand tingling to dig the knife into the flesh off another victim. They turned the corner and I froze the moment my eyes caught site of there's. So she wasn't a man. She wasn't even really a woman, she was still young. A girl. Usually that never really stopped me, I wasn't prejudiced about who I brought into the limelight but there was something about her that stopped me from striking. She was very beautiful…a face on her like a porcelain doll. Pale skin, pouted red lips, flushed cheeks and bright green eyes. They were shining excitedly and were filled with such purity. Such innocence… It made my smile grow even wider. She could be fun.

The girl walked past and I glanced over the alley wall, watching her walk. She pulled her hair up at the back and, strangely, shoved a pencil through the layers to hold it in place. I chuckled at the odd gesture and took her in, in her entirety. She was petite. Both short and thin but she still had a body which brought me an unfamiliar sensation, the longing to wrap my arms around her. Not to kill…but to protect and adore. I cocked my eyebrows. No-one had made me think such a thing before. I shoved the knife back into my pocket. And crossed my arms as I watched her. She was toned, her skin tight jeans clung to her legs showing them off and her curved hips swayed as she walked. The girl stiffened and clasped her scarf with small, delicate hands, wrapping it tighter. I noticed a pink scar across her palm and grew curious. She looked like the kind of girl who would be brought up in a church and know nothing bad, violent or adulterated. Her very aura screamed wholesomeness, kindness, selflessness… the perfection of white snow…or a dove…or a delicate rose. I smirked.

A rose. I backed into the shadows and as she quickened her pace around the corner I laughed.

"A rose is beautiful and the petals are soft and alluring. But every rose has its thorn sweets…every one has a …fiery, dangerous side."

I laughed again. How very…interesting. My first social experiment had failed, the man had taken himself out of the game before I had been given the chance…but that didn't matter. No-one knew about that failure. This time I had a new experiment. How long would it take to sway the little princess's mind? To bring her down to my level. Judging by MY persuasive powers? Ha! Not long. And then I'd have a puppet to show off to Batsy… proof that with enough push anyone could become. Crazy. I straightened my jacket; the term used by 'the bat' was an insult. I knew I wasn't crazy…I was just ahead of the curb. On a higher level to the rest of society, I was a revolutionary.

I strode down the path that the girl had followed and as I passed a particularly large rose bush I wrapped my hand around the stem of the most beautiful one I could see. I pulled the flower clean from the bush and held it up to my face, smelling the sweet fragrance of its petals. I wonder what she would smell like. Her hair, her skin…

I ran my hand over the soft petals, a trickle of blood running down my palm from the thorn.

"Oh yes-" I laughed, my heart burning with excitement "This would be fun!"