BAM! BAM!
I shot up from bed. I paused and I didn't hear anything, but I knew that the sounds were real. I quickly rolled out of bed, dressed in my army pajamas and socks, and I slipped on my boots that were next to my bed. I slowly opend my door and peered out. I couldn't see anyone in the hall way. I was starting to think the sounds were just from a dream I had, when I saw a figure of a man walk out of my parents room with a gun. Before I was able to close my door, he turned around, saw me, and grinned.
"Why hello there." he laughed. My eyes were a bit more adjusted to the dark and I could see it was Joker. I quickly locked my door, and I went to the window to try to escape. Unfotunatly Jocker managed to break the doornobb and easily open the door. As he and his two goons advanced on me, I gravbed my baseball bat that was leaning agenst the wall. "Ohh now I'm scared." Joker teased.
"I have a good arm, so you should be." I scowled. I swung my bat at the goons. I nocked them out. As Joker approached, I got ready to swing, but as I did, he ducked. My body was completely open, and Joker slashed at me with his knife. I rased my hand to defend myself, and my arm was slashed.
"Agh!" I yelped in pain. He chuckled and I used my back to hit his legs. He triped and I opend my window to escape. Once I was on the ground, Joker and his goons were up and chasing me. I turned a corner, and it was a dead end. My back was agenst the wall and Joker and his goons were menacingly stepping towards me. Joker let out a screetch of laughter.
"What do you want?" I questioned. He was right in front of me, and I was curled up in a ball agenst the wall.
"To hear you scream." he smiled, with the knife above me. What I thought was the last second Batman swooped down in front of me. He was able to demolish the goons, but Joker ran away like a coward. Like me. the next thing I knew, the cops were there and got some medical atension to my arm. Then it hit me.
"Wait, my parents! What happened to my parents!" I exclaimed. Police commistioner Gorden looked at me with serious, yet sad eyes. "No… no… this, this can't be happening." I whispered.
"Aysel…" Gorden started, but I cut him off.
"This is all my fault. I… I could of done something." I said, tears streaming from my eyes.
"Aysel there wasn't anything you could do. Joker shot your parents." he said mournfully. I sobbed into my hands.
"Aysel… Aysel, why are you crying." I woke up from my dream, that had the same chain of events that happened that night.
"Just, a bad dream." I answered.
"Do you need anything?" Bruce questioned.
Yah, Joker dead. "No, I'm okay." I said. Bruce walked to the door way, gave me one last look, and closed my door. Mr. Wayne had been nice, letting me stay with him, but I still deeply missed my parents.
Joker, I know you're out there, and once I find you, you're gonna wish you were never born.
Sorry if it was a bit short. Please review. Pretty please. And always remember, Co co frio is cold.
