She woke up in a cold and what felt to be muggy room. Opening her eyes she realized herself to be on a concrete floor, with a blanket that looked like it was made out of a potato bag.

She sat up and twitched," what the fuck! Where the hell are we?"

Joker, sitting across the room opened his mouth to answer, thinking the girl was talking to him, until she twitched again.

"I….I don't know, but it looks like were not going anywhere for a while, again," the girl said saddened, twitching.

"Its alright dear, we'll get out. We did last time I'm sure we can this time too," she said.

"Hee, hee. Ha Ho, ho ha HAHA! Lookie boys! She's talking to herself again!" the joker yelled, purposely twitching and mocking her.

The girl twitched," shut the fuck up clown boy! It anything we should be laughing at you! You're the imitation of Boso the clown here!"

The Joker stopped in his tracks, and then turned to her with a large grin on his face, grabbing her chin and looking at her in the eyes, "Oh ho, ho. Looks like I got the angry side d'of a…say what's your name again?"

She sat there a moment, wondering who she really was. Trying to force herself remember. Then, as she was the three body personnel inside her started to fight it back.

-Flash back-

The girl sat in the office of a clinic about three years back, when she was eighteen. Her mother was talking to the clinic in the room over whose class was see-through. She saw her mother crying, and the doctor sitting there calmly holding out papers for her to sign. Then, as she did the doctor motioned for the nurse to leave with his hand.

They stepped out of his office and walked up to her.

"Hello, are you Alarice?" one asked her.

"Y-yes…," the girl stammered.

She already knew what they were going to do. They were going to take her. All because she made the mistake of telling her mother about the voices in her head. Though, as she thought about it, she had to. Because soon enough more voices came than just the man who had already been there. First it started with the man, from when she was little. He watched over her and told her what she possibly shouldn't do. Then, a girl came around when she was about sixteen. She was nice, just like him. But the other girl, only a few months later was horrible.

She was the meanest one Alarice had ever met. Though, Alarice never thought too much about it until the last voice came, who was a shy girl who always apologized. Eventually, she told her mom because the evil girl began to start taking control of her, and occasionally Alarice would black out, and she would take over. While she was blacked out, Alarice never knew what was going on.

So they admitted her into Stricker, the small insane asylum attached to Gotham city hospital. Eventually, they completely took over Alarice, and she hasn't been known to come back to consciousness too much since four months after she was admitted. And nothing helped seeing as to how she was always refusing to take medicines, and her mother refused to let them needle her. For god knows what reason.

Alarice has been known to come back on occasions. Doctors never found out why. Their guesses is that she was either motivated enough at the moment to come back, or something reminded her of what she really wanted, forcing her to come back.

Though, even when she did, the man in her head was always there.

But the girls, not so much.

-End flashback-

The girl sat there, Alarice sat there, staring at the man.

"W-who are you?!" she screamed, kicking at him violently.

He cursed under his breath and kicked her in the sides. Alarice curled into a ball now feeling the pain of his kick, her head, hands and foot seemed to hurt now too. It all seemed to confuse her all too much. What was going on? What had she missed now when she blacked out? She also wondered how many years she had missed now.

"I already told you…I'm…the Joker. Now. Who. The. Hell. Are. You?!" he screamed, then lost his serious face and began to laugh hysterically.

She looked up at him, "My n-name…is…Alarice." She stammered, trying not to focus on the wounds she apparently had, now looking up at the man.

He had horrible teeth, horrible. His hair was green and brown at the roots, and incredibly greasy. All she could smell on him was gasoline and sweat. The tux he wore was purple and green, man; he really did look like a Joker.

"Ah…beautiful name, it fits you. Really does," he smiled.

"Soooo, what's your diagnosis? What are you…just syco? Or…what?" he asked.

"I don't know, I'm just…too many people," she said.

The Joker quirked an eyebrow and hit her. Then Alarice heard some laughing, then gunshots. Followed by a lot of manacle laughter.

Alarice looked up with blurred eyes to see the Joker standing over the dead bodies of his thugs, mimicking as if he had just got shot. Then laughed, and turned to her.

"Now, that I've had a reason to kill them. Explain to me what you mean," He stated, not asking, but demanding a response.

"I am five people," she said.

So, yet again the joker quirked an eyebrow.

"There is me, Alarice. Then three unnamed girls that, when they take over, control me. And I have no say, and don't remember. Then theirs him," she said pointing to her cranium, "in my head."

"You sure that's not your uh, conscience?" he asked.

"No, because he's just like them. Just a bit…less powerful," Alarice responded.

"Well…aren't you a hoot. Hey, would you mind if I keep you around? Your just soooo….entertaining," he said, licking his lips.

She looked around the room she was in; it reminded her about the asylum. Except this room was dirtier and covered in dried dirt, and slime. The only window was placed in the same place the one at the hospital was, except this one was smaller, and higher up. It was one grade level down from what she had. Though she didn't know any of this that well. Only vaguely, but, it was enough to let her know she didn't want to stay here. Not here, and not with him.

"Weeeel?" he asked childishly.

"no," she answered blankly.

"Ah…well. Too bad," he laughed as he walked out of the room and slammed the door behind him.

Alarice wanted to cry, but she couldn't find the will power to, so she didn't. She just sat there on the cold floor, sulking in the same corner she did at the hospital. Just waiting for the others to take over again. Because eventually, she knew they would.

'What happened?' she asked herself mentally.

'They did it again, they took over. Look I don't know how much longer they'll wait to over power you again, is it even worth telling you what happened?' the man answered.

That hurt, he was there for her since the beginning and now he really doubts her. This, in return, only made her doubt herself more too.

'Hey I'm sorry, it's just your being so weak about letting them do this. You're the dominate one here,' he said, 'but Anywho. The angry one freaked out again. She stomped your foot on broken glass and plastic, and all of them banged your hands on a door to get attention. When you didn't, they ripped your hair in frustration.'

'So, whose attention were they trying to get?' she asked.

'Anyone's, just anyone's. They needed out, that man that just walked out…he blew up the hospital.'