Disclaimer: I own nothing of DC comics. They are the geniuses behind Batman and Joker.
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I sigh deeply. How long can this go on? It's three in the morning. Breathe, just breathe. Shake it off. I'm laying, hopelessly, in a dark, unnerving alleyway. I've been beaten; raped and only god knows what else. It's cold and dewy. Ugh. Where's Batman when you really need him? I decide to conjure up the strength and will power to call the police. One digit at a time. They say they will be here soon. I hope they speak truthfully. The pain is kicking in now. I can barely move my numb limbs. I hear sirens in the distance. Maybe they are coming for me. I hope they are. I hear a glass bottle rolling over the jagged pavement. I don't want to see who or what it is. Something hits my skull and breaks the skin. Blood pours down my face and on to the cement. It's pooling up around a shoe? A boot? My thinking ends. Blackness; silence takes over.
I start to wake up. The pain is almost unbearable. Unfamiliar sounds echo in my ears. I want to be home. I cry. Sobs rattle and shake me from the inside out. I want my bed's covers wrapped securely around me. Where am I? Someone is touching my thigh now. I look in the direction of the perpetrator. "Ah, ah, ah. Don't do that. Don't cry. I don't like crying. It's… weird. Dontcha think? I only ever cried once. Ya wanna know why? Cause of how I got these scars. Ya wanna know how I got these scars?" He grabbed my hair firmly and pulled me close. He licked his lips grossly and began again. "Well, you see, one day my… my father, he brings home a chick. A real doll. Daddy starts getting it on and meanwhile mother comes home early and sees all this mishap. She decides to grab a knife and scare the livin hell out of Blondie. This idea just blows up in her face. This makes my father real mad. He slaps mommy and takes the knife away. I try helping mommy but daddy doesn't like that either sooo he grabs my face and says "Why so serious? Let's put a smile on that face." So he takes the knife and well you can see for yourself what he did. Ya like it?"
"Mm, hm." I nod my head vigorously.
"Good." He says then licks his cheeks and puckers his lips. "That's just what I wanted to hear, but guess what? I think you're lying to me. Hm? Are you lying to me? I don't like liars. They make me feel all angry inside." He looks at me now. Brown, amber eyes outlined in thick black face paint.
"I don't either." I say almost hypnotized. I'm overjoyed and terrified all at once. Being Jessica Thompson of channel 5 news, I knew almost every crime the Joker had committed in Gotham city. I had been at every scene to report all of the shocking crimes he had gotten away with. By now my long wavy golden blonde hair is probably blood stained and I'm probably too beat up to impress him with my good looks. I smile now. Slowly and weakly. A frown forms from his permanently carved smile and he back hands me. I scream and growl in pain. More sobs wrack my being. This will be a long night.
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A/N: Hi everyone, this here is my first story. Hope you enjoy. Please give criticism.