A/N: So I've read the majority of the over 100,000 word M rated joker related stories and its been bugging me how that they wouldn't end how I sort of could see that story going; the joker would turn into this soft gooey thing and this OC girl would be his getaway from the 'joker' persona and it would be all fluffy. I don't claim to know a lot about the joker but in my head he wouldn't be like that, he craves the chaos too much. Of course though I'm a romantic at heart, and will possibly incorporate some romance into this, but it will be brutal. No fluffy.

I don't even know if people do still read these, but I'm not going to beg you to review or whatever. I just want somewhere to post something that possibly someone with the same ideas as me will read and hopefully enjoy.

A huge thank you goes out to my amazing friend, Holly Gibson, who stuck with me and helped me fine tune it to this final copy.

Chapter One

"Nobody likes you, Jack; they want to kill you Jack," Jeannie whispered in my ear, "Save them the trouble; kill yourself, Jack, and join me and the baby. We miss you, Jack. You don't belong here, Jack. All these tests they're doing; they're just seeing how fucked up you really are, Jack. But you're lying, Jack; you haven't told them about me, Jack. If they really knew - and I mean really knew what went on inside our head, Jack; boy, you'd be in trouble. If they really knew how fucked up you are, Jack, they wouldn't even keep you here; they would kill you and leave you in a ditch. So kill yourself, Jack; do it. Do it. DO IT." I tried to faze Jeannie out. I've spent a year in this cell and she's been getting worse, the temptation to join her, stronger. But I can't give in; I still need to get Batsy.

It's been a long year, well, I'm sure dear old Batsy; he's had enough time now. Anyone who wasn't clever enough to get out of the way and hide until the wrath of Gothams' 'fine townspeople,' burnt out. They would have mourned the loss of their precious 'White Knight,' who I, shall I say, opened his mind to more opportunities; but I still don't understand why no one has commented on Harvey Dents last moments - I'm sure, Commissioner Jimmy for instance, I know he had the pleasure of meeting Two-Face. Why did the world not know about it? They're lying. I HATE liars.

So I was going to have to expose this little truth - Let Gotham know of the REAL Harvey Dent. Then have me some fun with the Batman; finding out who he is. - Jeannie tortures me over that failed attempt, but now I don't care. Batty has rules and rules are made to be broken. Oooh, its gonna be good. But I need to get out of this shithole for starters.

Arkham; where the famous Dr Crane underestimated Batman and failed at his little plan of taking over; he didn't know him like I know Batsy - Crane didn't respect the Bats rules. See; I know Battys rules, I know he's going to have to break them. And he will. He just needs a push in the right direction. I thought that the death of that little hunnybee Rachel would have been enough, the way he threw himself after her - But apparently not; it's going to have to be a lot worse and I could do that. I just need to get out. And though I'm not a man with a plan, I had an idea.

For the past year I haven't spoken, haven't given in to their punishments, their tests - See that's the idea: when I talk, I want to be free. They know that; they're just waiting for the signal… As much as Jimmy prides himself on his team not being 'corrupt,' he's wrong - Most of them are on the payroll of some petty criminal. I have a couple myself in there, waiting for me. And it was time…

I am no longer going to be stuck in here with only Jeannie for company; lousy company she is - she moans at me, tries to tempt me to death. My tongue goes to my scars, they feel almost like bubbles. I've been through so much pain for her, and she just opened my eyes to the world - The chaos. I'm an agent of chaos; I crave it. All this organisation of society, its bullshit. They're just conforming. They're not aware what the real world's like; how crazy it can really be. They just need to open their mind. Let it in.

"Jack, your plan's never going to work, Jack. They're just going to place you back in here, Jack. Back where you belong - But you don't belong anywhere, Jack; you belong with me and the baby. Join me. Jack… Leave these people. You claim you don't like plans; you claim a lot of things, Jack, but you're a liar and a hypocrite, Jack. I know you, Jack; your plans will fail, Jack. You never really want to know who the Batman is, Jack. The fun's in the game, Jack." Jeannie just never knew how to shut up. Her voice is a constant reminder of the past. The whingeing, the moaning, she just couldn't be fucking content. I tried my best; I tried my fucking hardest. But she had to fucking die, didn't she - the bitch.

But I will get out of here, despite what Jeannie thinks; I will get out, and I will get the Batman. I just needed the right moment - Just the right second when it would all click. I knew when that would be…

Where was she? It was almost time for these delightful weekly sessions I've been enjoying so much. When you don't speak, see, you learn an awful lot; like my therapist: Harleen Francis Quinzel - A lonely, single woman; the intelligence of a pin, easy to manipulate. She was my ticket out… And she was late.

Ah; I could hear the click-clack of her heels on the floor; she was here with her usual two burly companions - I could use people like these two in my men; they never flinched or moved; dedicated to their job. Just the people I needed - "Hello Mr J; and how are you today?" Her voice, it's strikes a nerve inside me; it's so sharp, so aggravating. But I would play nice;
"You're very late, you know; naughty."