I'm so happy from the response to the first chapter! So many follows and faves!

crazykens: Intense is what I had planned love! It's the joker so i want this to be as intense as i can possibly make it anyways with an insane female main character and there had to be backstory as to somewhat explaining of why she's the way she is and of course her way into the DC verse!

Guest: I am continuing! Although it's not so much about her being the Joker's perfect match, it's more of her being a challenge to him. Someone who matches him in all his levels or even exceeds him, someone who's gonna keep him on his toes and strive to be better at what he does if you will. Although they will end up together, well as together as you can put 2 crazies together and they surely are each other's match i'm just not going to dive straight into the romance aspect of it first though it's gonna be a build up.

Chapter warnings: Murder

I've noticed something while planning this out, the way that I envision her is allot how Harley Quinn seems to be in the new suicide squad trailer. For instance the aerial silks Harley was playing with in her cell I had idea's for and didn't even think of until I saw it again, the licking of the cage bars and such also. but the way she pretends the bat to be a gun is another way how I see our dear OC in my way, innocent yet deadly insane.

She stared at the white wall in front of her.

"Ma'am you're in Gotham General Hospital..."

The words echoed through her head like an empty cave. She couldn't seem to wrap her head around the words, she'd blame it on her loss of sanity but she knew that wasn't it.

She was in Gotham.

Gotham.

She'd laugh if she could oh she could already feel the giggles dying to just bubble up her throat and spill out her mouth but the dull ache in her neck and throat told her that it'd be better if she forced them down.

The nurse came back into the room with the doctor trailing shortly behind her and her eyes followed them as they came to a stop by her bedside and the nurse started to change her drip.

"Hello miss, I'm doctor Jones, I'm here to explain to you the full extent of your injuries and to ask for your name and information; when we received you, you had no form of identification on you and you had been found out in the deep of the Narrows with your throat slit so deeply that it collapsed in on itself but luckily you were still able to breathe through it. Little damage was done to the voice box and there seemed to be extensive new and old bruising on most of your body and there's no evidence of sexual abuse. We managed to stitch up your throat but we're sorry to say that it will leave a scar." He told her his voice laced with pity. She stared at the doctor and she glared as she noticed the pity. The nurse set a cup of water on the table next to her bed and she reached her arms up to take it her eyes dancing along her arms staring at the different tubes and needles stuck into them as she did.

"Oh honey here let me help you with that," the nurse started and she set the styrofoam cup in her shaky hands. "here you go dear take a sip of that." She told her and she slowly lifted the cup to her lips and sipped at the cold liquid. She coughed as it went down her throat and flinched at the pain the coughing caused.

"We had you in a false coma for about 3 weeks because the wound was rather difficult and we didn't want you awake while it was critical." The nurse rambled on about the smaller girl's injury and she stared at the nurse a small smile setting on her face. Her uniform was the same one that The Joker wore when visiting Dent. The nurse smiled fondly back her confusing her smile for kindness instead of amusement, and the girl frowned as the nurse fiddled with her wires.

"We're going to take the neck brace bandage off soon, it's safe for you to speak now but don't overdo it, doctor's orders ya know. For food we want to start you off on mushy soft food at first and then see how you do with more solid food." The nurse said and the girl nodded again growing bored of her. She looked down at her arms and wanted to laugh, the make up still remained on her arms that was odd. In fact this whole situation was odd, she clearly remembered what had happened before she had woken up in the hospital, and now they were saying she'd woken up in Gotham General Hospital of all places. She pursed her lips and attempted to clear her throat squinting at the soreness as she did.

"Do you think I could get today's Newspaper?" She asked, her voice was extremely hoarse and scratchy, like she had gargled nails. She coughed and took another sip of water as the nurse nodded and scurried out of the room to get her a paper, but the girl figured she left so quickly because of her voice, after all it wasn't something that you'd expect to come from her. She heard the nurses clacking of her heels as she came through the door a stack of folded papers in her hands. She handed it to her with a smile and the girl gave her a nod as she looked in the corners to find a date.

THE GOTHAM GAZETTE

JUNE 6,2008

She winced as she stared at the paper, going about 8 year back in time would be a bit rough. She flipped through the pages looking for anything that might tell where where and when she was in the comic time lines, and she was sad to see that there were no mentions of the Joker in the paper until her eyes caught something interesting.

WHERE'S GOTHAM'S VIGILANTE "THE BATMAN?"

Well that was interesting.''THE BATMAN'? She scanned the paper article and pulled her bottom lip between her teeth chewing on it and her brows furrowed together as she kept on reading.

"The vigilante that has been named "The Batman" seemed to have disappeared after Scarecrow's reign of terror spread through the city with his so called 'fear gas'.

She cocked her head to the side as she read the part of the article. That sounds awfully a lot like the Batman Begins plot, could she be so lucky as to have fallen in here a bit before the dark knight starts? She smiled widely at the thought of it, she'd just have to get her favorite jokester's attention now. But how? That was the question that needed to be answered and she thought she had the perfect idea. The joker had mentioned before he got The Batman's attention he was ripping off mob bosses, so she just needed to get herself involved in the underground. That couldn't be to hard right?

"No not at all." She murmured to herself chewing on her lip as she thought of a plan, first things first, time to get out of here.

"What was that dear?" The nurse asked and the girl was visibly startled as she looked to the nurse who had already taken off her neck brace while she was thinking. The girl took another sip of her water before she spoke.

"Hm? Oh no its nothing I was just talking to myself it's a bad habit from my grandmother that I picked up. Um do you think that I could um possibly take a shower? And if it's not too much trouble could you help me?" She lied, her face becoming a dark shade of red for effect of showing the nurse how flustered she was. But the truth was she had never meant her grandmother, she didn't know If she had any other family besides her father, her mother had died sometime while she was in the asylum. She didn't need help for the shower either but Innocent and shy was her goal for this if it was going to work. The nurse smiled warmly at her and nodded and she worked to take out her IV lines.

"Of course dear um don't you think that you could tell us your name and contact information do you? So That we can contact your family and let them know you're okay." The nurse asked as she pulled out the IV. The girl thought for a second, the nurse knowing her name wouldn't be so bad, besides she wouldn't be alive long enough anyways for her to tell the others.

"My name is Delilah, but please call me Dahlia. Um I don't have any family left." Dahlia told the nurse and the nurse smiled sadly at her as she helped Dahlia stand up and hobble to the small bathroom cubicle in the corner of the room. Dahlia felt her knees threaten to buckle under her as she stood up and made her way to the small bathroom and she doubted herself. Would she be able to do this in her condition? She cast the thoughts out if her mind as they reached the shower stall and Dahlia took off her hospital gown as the nurse turned the water on to warm. She stepped under the warm water and sighed in pleasure as the warm water fell over her body and drenched her hair. She reached up her arms and scrubbed the water into her scalp smiling as her nails scratched into her scalp.

"So I'm awfully curious, why Dahlia? Delilah is such a pretty name." The nurse asked as she hung a small plastic bag on the hook above the temperature dial. Dahlia stumbled and she grabbed the nurse's wrist to steady herself and she glanced up at her smiling a crude and dangerous wide smile.

"Have you not heard of the Black Dahlia Murder? It's one of my favorites ya know, and so I figured that if my name so closely resembled that of one of my favorite murder scenes why not go by it?" Dahlia asked her smile widened far across her cheeks and her grey eyes held a dangerous glint and a crazed glaze. The nurse stared at her fear fully expressed on her face and Dahlia bathed in it. The nurse opened her mouth to scream for help and Dahlia tightened her grip on her wrist and she pushed the nurse against the tile wall quickly wrapping her small hand around the nurse's throat.

"Ah we're skipping the foreplay today love straight into the good stuff." Dalia told her in a hushed tone smiling as the woman struggled for breath and Dahlia smiled as she tightened her grip more and slammed her wrist back down against the tile wall giggling as she did so.

"You know there's always been something about choking that just gets me going, although I have no idea why." Dahlia told the frightened nurse chatting as if it was just light small talk.

"I think, maybe, it's the slow process of the light leaving their eyes, eyes look so dull once the body is dead it's allot like fish eyes ya know. What do you think Jackie?" Dahlia asked her glancing at the name tag pinned on her uniform. Nurse Jackie Anderson blinked at the small girl in front of her speechless and mouth gaping opening and closing like a fish.

Dahlia waited a second for the nurse to reply but once she noticed she wasn't going to be saying anything except pleading for her dear life she frowned and pulled her arm back with her grip still around the nurse's throat and as she pulled her neck forward she slammed her head into the tiled wall behind her with a loud crack and her skull bounced off the tile.

"Now Jackie let me ask you once more. What do you THINK?" Dahlia asked her with her grip on her throat increasing with each word. The nurse sputtered as she used her one free hand to weakly grasp Dahlia's hand.

"P-please." The nurse sputtered and Dahlia rolled her eyes snickering.

"Please she says, please. You want me to give you mercy?" Dahlia asked cocking her head to the side looking at the nurse. Jackie bobbed her head eagerly up and down and Dahlia's lips turned up into a snarl.

" I don't give mercy sweetcheeks." Dahlia sneered before she jerked the nurse's neck forward before slamming her head into the tile wall hard again and as her head bounced against the tiled wall she fell unconscious and Dahlia let her fall to the shower floor as blood trickled off her head and into the water. Dahlia exhaled and turned back towards the shower glancing at the bag the nurse had hung, it held a small bottles of shampoo, conditioner, body wash, and a disposable body scrub. Dahlia smiled and she continued on with her shower and washed her hair and washed her body, every so often flicking blood off her toes. Dahlia turned the water off and shook herself attempting to get as much water off her as she could. She pulled the shower stall curtain apart to find a white towel and she wrapped it around herself stepping over the nurses crumpled body, She looked over to the door to find it locked and she nodded and she slowly walked around the hospital room, she looked in the different cabinets and she clicked her tongue satisfied as one opened to reveal a roll of bandages and scissors. She hummed to herself as she dried her body with the towel and gently went over her stitches and she wrapped her neck in the bandages and tucked them in tightly. She grabbed the scissors and she made her way back over to the nurse and stared a her before she dropped to her knees and stripped her of her nurse's dress, she sighed as she tossed the damp pink stained dress to the side and she threw her legs over the woman's body straddling her. Dahlia stared at her, the slight rise and fall of her chest suggested she was still breathing and she spread the scissor's blades apart and dragged one of the ends down her face slowly as she thought of what to do with her. She couldn't let her live no she knew her name and that was far too much han Dahlia was comfortable with, the thing that she couldn't make up her mind about was how to kill her. Dahlia sighed as she took the scissors blade and dragged it across the nurse's neck shallow and quickly, she'd end up choking on her own blood this way, Dahlia watched as the nurses eyes opened and her pupils were frantically darting around before they landed on Dahlia's face. Dahlia smiled widely, her teeth showing as she quickly brought her arm up and back down as she stabbed the nurse in the curve of her neck and under-jaw. There went to vocal chords.

"Now let's get down to business," Dahlia murmured to herself giggling and pulling her found scissors out of the nurse's neck "To defeat, the Huns." Dahlia laughed quietly to herself and the nurse would have described the eerie soft sound as one of the most disturbing things she's ever heard, and it frightened her to bits knowing it would be the last thing she heard before she died and it haunted her till her heart stopped. Dahlia hummed the Mulan tune as she carved into the woman with her makeshift blades. She carved a smiley face into her abdomen and The Joker's signature glasgow smile was carved into her face as well and Dahlia smiled proud of her work as she got up and looked around.

"Now for a message" She murmured and she bent over pressing her hands into the nurses stomach and blood pooled around her hands and she started painting on the tile shower wall above the nurse's body.

WANna HeAR a jOkE?

Was now written messily on the tiled wall and she smiled more nodding to herself. Yes, this would definitely get his attention she thought as she turned to wash her bloody hands, rinse off her scissors, and grabbed the nurse's uniform from the floor and she put it on herself, she slipped into the nurses heels also and she frowned at how big they were on her feet. She unlocked the room door and opened it slowly and peeked out, there was the nurses station that held one nurse but she seemed about half asleep. Dahlia slipped off the heels and she slowly crept out of the room looking around she spotted a camera and she flashed a grin in its general direction and she hurried in he room behind the nurses station and she looked around as she was meant with different lockers. Dahlia looked around and nodded to herself as she started going through the lockers.

About half an hour later Dahlia was no longer wearing the damp pink stained nurses uniform but now wore a pair of black converse shoes, black skinny jeans, and a black and purple horizontally striped shirt. Dahlia placed the nurses outfit out in the open on the floor in front of the door and she hummed to herself as she skipped out of the room, past the now asleep nurse in the nurses station and she grinned up at the camera again and at the one in the elevator as she rode it to the ground floor and she skipped out of the hospital doors and into the streets of Gotham City.