Okay, so I have decided to write another fanfic involving The Joker and an OC. I am not going to neglect 'Faces of Evil' at all. I've had this story in my head for the past week and decided to begin writing it two days ago. Please read and let me know what you think. I will only continue this story if you all think that I should. Enjoy!
Sarah Mertueil. A normal, eighteen year old girl. She has loving parents and loving friends. Her views on life are live fast, die pretty. She is the standard eighteen year old party girl who loved having fun. She is a senior at Wayne High School in Gotham City. She is on the Yearbook staff and an avid fan of football. She is currently involved with a Powderpuff league as an extracurricular activity. Powderpuff is pretty much the girl's turn to play football, only adding an extra sting every time they tackle.
Sarah is an average looking girl. She is about 5'7" and 120 pounds. She has medium length dyed red hair with bangs that go off on the side. Her body is what guys like and yet she has problems with it all. She is a slender girl with about a C cup breast size and she feels she hardly has an ass. Her eyes are an odd silverfish blue color lined at all times with black eyeliner. Her lips were a decent size, always a nude color. She feels at times she looks like a muppet, with her thick lashes and plump lips.
She spends most of her days sleeping in class and partying at night. Her bad lifestyle will catch up to her sooner or later but she doesn't have the time to worry about it.
"What are you planning on doing with your life Miss Mertueil?" The guidance counselor asks.
"I'll let you know when I know." She states, sinking into the uncomfortable chair.
The counselor gives an exasperated sigh as she looks from Sarah to her transcripts.
"You have decent grades, could do better in Economics. Yet you haven't decided on what college you are attending. Why?"
It is February, three months till the senior class graduates. "I'm weighing my options." She replies incautiously.
Sarah has looked at many colleges in the area, not wanting to leave the wonderful city of Gotham. Her options are Gotham Community College, Gotham State and Gotham University. There is the new all girls college getting ready to open up by the name of Dawes College, named after the late Racheal Dawes. She knew she didn't want to attend that college.
Sarah reaches up and rubs behind her ear. "Are we done here or are you going to give me more words of wisdom?" She asks dangerously.
The woman sitting in front of her gives Sarah an eat-shit-and-die look and waves her out. Sarah smirks and rises from the chair. The bell sounds which meant school is out, party begins. Sarah quickly walks out of the office, into the hall, and out of the school. As she is searching through her purse to find her keys, an arm grabs her shoulder. Her eyes glance up and it's her friend Katie Willow. They are what Katie calls 'Partner's in Crime'. To Sarah it is more like Katie is the slut partner and herself, she is the brain's of the operation.
"So, there is a party at Jake's tonight. You are going to be there right?" Katie asks, now leaning on Sarah's 2001 Cougar.
Sarah thought about it but she has already promised her mother some time together.
"I'll think about it. Mom is going crazy about how much she misses me. I might swing by later though."
Sarah got into her car and waved goodbye to her friend. As the car became active the song "The Joker" by Steve Miller Band began to blare from the speakers. She places her sunglasses over her eyes and takes off, her destination being home.
Sarah arrived home, alone as usual. Her mother is still at work as well as her father. She walks out on the deck of her backyard and notices people moving things into the house next to them. By the looks of it all there are three guys. She sees one with short, brown hair; another with short red hair; and the last with long curly blondish type hair. The last one has his hair pulled back, curls tight. They stop putting things on their deck when they notice Sarah. It is odd the way they stare at her but she shrugs it off and returns inside.
Sarah walks into the kitchen and pours herself a glass of sweet tea. She stares out the window, watching her new neighbors. She doesn't get a good look at the faces of them all. The one with the curly hair has on a purple shirt and jeans. The others have on gray colored shirts. They disappear. They must have finished. Sarah thought it was odd that her previous neighbors never mentioned moving and yet after no activity from the house next door there are three men moving some things into it. She bits her lip and walks upstairs to lay down in her bed. There are other things she wishes she could be doing but like a good girl, she waits for her mother to get home. She became comfortable in her bed and soon dozed off.
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"This place isn't too bad, eh boss?" A man said.
The two men had been staking out this house for weeks. They needed a new hide out and they found one. Two of the men had been moving things around as the one they refer to as 'boss' sat on the couch. Boss is flipping through the television with a remote, lazily. On the table in front of him were black and white pictures of the girl next door. Along with staking out a new place for them all to crash for a couple of weeks-if that- they were also ordered to find a place near an attractive female. They found the perfect place.
The owners of the house sit bound and gagged in front of the curly headed man. As of right now, they are all knocked out. It's better at the moment because the curly haired man doesn't have his face on. He throws the remote down on the couch and picks up the pictures laying before him.
My, she is a pretty little thing…
He lights up a cigarette, helping to yellow his teeth even further. The smoke dances in the air as he shifts through the pictures. Turtlenecks, shorts sleeves, a bikini shot. There are pictures of Sarah at school and attending parties. His mind has no doubt she is a stuck up bitch with weak morals. What to do with her he doesn't even know. He figures he'd toy with her at first and then eventually kill her. He hears groaning coming from one of the owners of the house. He chooses to ignore it until the man is fully awake and trying to awaken his wife and his teenage son. Joker glances up at the man and looks back down at the photos. He exhales his cigarette, gritting his teeth.
"It's very rude when I am trying to concentrate," he begins and stands up to walk over to the hostages, "All I want is for you to shut up and you can't even do that." He bends down and blows smoke from his lips.
He takes the cloth from the mans lips. "Now what is so important that you must interrupt me from my study?"
The man begins to plead for his life and his life only. He even tries to offer his wife to him. The Joker's unmasked brows furrow. He pulls out a knife and the man becomes quiet, his eyes never leaving the blade.
"You're offering your wife to me to save your life?" His tongue flicks his lips. "I'm trying to make myself at home and you interrupt my relaxation in order to offer your wife to save your ass. Now… I'm a man of bargaining," he lies, "But your wife isn't appealing. She isn't the screamer you look like you could be."
He man stares at the poorly healed scars on his face. Joker begins to laugh, seeing the horror in the man's eyes. Joker gets up and walks back to the couch, returning his gaze to the photograph. The man begins to talk again, pleading for nothing bad to happen to him. Joker picks up the remote and throws it at the man's head, hard. He continues to beg. Joker is now frustrated and gets up again, not saying anything but grips his knife even harder. He grabs the man and drags him away from his family by a few feet. Joker flops down in front of him, seeing the man beginning to cry.
"You, my friend, are a coward just like the others." He states, twirling the blade in his hand.
"Please, please. Take my wife, take my son, take me hou-" He is interrupted.
"Take your son?" The Joker said darkly.
"Just don't kill me. Seriously, I beg of yo-" He is interrupted again.
Joker grabs his face, placing the blade inside of his mouth. "Why so serious?" He asks easily. He forces the knife to cut through the man's right cheek then his left. The man isn't dead but soon will be. He lays on the floor with a smile carved in his face from ear to ear. The Joker stands, looking down at the man and wiping the blood off onto a cloth that is near by. He shrugs and turns to sit back on the couch. The two thugs walk back in, carrying a duffel bag full of money and look down at the body, afraid to ask questions.