"It's been four hours, how long do we have to wait till we can go?"

Kirsty whined, sitting at her table beside Bruce who was pretty drunk by now, Kirsty was slightly drunk, but she knew enough to know her limits.

"Just one more drink."

Kirsty rolled her eyes, sitting beside Bruce who was talking to other women about how pretty they were, ignoring that she was even there.

"You said that six shots ago."

She groaned, rolling her eyes again as she left Alfred to deal with Bruce.

"I'm going for a walk…"

"Alright miss, be safe."

She smiled, pulling her jacket on, fixing her hair before she left the over crowded bar. The cool air on her face felt nice, she automatically felt the buzz of the drinks leave her. She smiled to herself then looked around, deciding to go see Doctor Strange. She wanted to talk to someone anyways. She hid her purse under her coat, not wanting anyone to bug her as she hadn't been in a fight for a while, so she would probably go ape-shit on them. She turned down the street, seeing the streets change and go raw and unearthly, knowing she had entered the Narrows. She hadn't been in the Narrows since she was admitted to Arkham, so it felt a little foreign to her. She saw the large towers and lights from the Asylum coming closer, it had been a long time, but it made her feel a little at ease seeing that the city hadn't changed. The only thing that changed was the crime rate as it lessened after The Joker was caught after that incident with the ferries. She pulled out her phone, seeing that it had been ringing. She answered.

"Hello? Uh…Yeah B, I'm out for a walk. I'll see you later I'm going to see a friend. I don't feel like drinking anymore, I'll be fine. Yeah…See you back home."

She hung up her phone, not really caring about Bruce at the moment. She was more determined to see her psychologist as something was bugging her and she couldn't figure out what. She came up to the security gates, pressing the button to let someone know she was there.

"Can I help you miss?"

She looked up at the camera that was focused on her.

"I'm here to see Doctor Strange."

"Alright, come to the front desk and we'll set you up to see him."

The gates opened, and she walked across the creepy front lawn towards the large doors. It took about five minutes to walk across the lawn with the old dead trees everywhere, but she had been through worse. Her new shoes were ruined though, so she pulled them off walking barefoot towards the doors. Just as she got to the steps, it started to rain like crazy, so she ran up to the pillars, drying off a bit before she went inside. She shivered seeing the building up so close, it gave her sick and disturbing memories. She huffed, wiping her heels off on her jacket sleeve, pulling them back on as she entered the building, seeing white. She blinked, the fluorescent lights blinding her for a moment. She walked over to the desk, smiling a bit.

"Hey, I'm the one who came to see Doctor Strange."

"Oh, yes, Kirsty Wayne, he said he was expecting you. I'll have a nurse take you to his office."

She smiled, nodding, pulling her jacket off hanging it over her shoulder. She was wearing a black mini skirt, and a dark purple silk tank. Her makeup had smudged a bit, but she fixed it with her finger. Her hair was damp from the sudden rain, so she looked a little under the weather.

"I chose the wrong day to walk…"

The nurse just kept walking, she followed. She bit her bottom lip.

'Okay, that's weird…'

She shrugged, as they passed the maximum security area.

"We'll have to walk past the inmates, but for your sake keep your head down and don't look at anyone."

She nodded, and they entered the hall with all the cells. She couldn't help but to stare at some of them. She noticed that mob boss, Valconi or whatever his name was but she recognized him because he was on the news after he apparently lost his mind. She saw a man lying in his cell, his face all busted up. Shivering, she walked past Jonathon Crane who looked up from his book he simply blinked, going back to his book. The nurse caught her looking.

"Miss Wayne, I asked you to not look at the inmates."

"Sorry…"

She scurried back to walk closely behind the nurse, who simply told the hooting inmates to shut up and lay down.

"Miss Wayne?"

The nurse turned, seeing that Kirsty was frozen in her place staring at one of the inmates who was sleeping, snoring. She gulped, taking a step forward towards the cell door. The nurse sighed, tapping his foot on the ground. She was staring at the man, when he begun to stir. She gasped, dropping her bag.

"Sorry."

She turned, seeing the Nurse staring at her oddly.

"Sorry…"

"No worries, that happens a lot. Let's get going shall we?"

The nurse put on a fake smile, and Kirsty followed to the stairs to the offices.

The Joker began to stir, he yawned, rolling over, coming out of his drug induced sleep. He stretched, the bones in his body cracking and popping, making him grunt and sit up. He looked around, sighing that he was still in his cell. Things got pretty boring these days after he was moved to the maximum security. He stood up, scratching his head, smacking his lips, walking to the toilet. He stretched again, pulling the set of keys from his pants, opening the lid, dropping the keys in secretly before he used the toilet. He stood there whistling then he looked over towards the door, seeing something on the floor. He finished up, pulling his pants up lazily he walked towards the cell door. He bent down, grinning from ear to ear, grabbing the purse.

"Someone left me a pretty present. I love Gucci."

He cackled to himself, opening the bag to see the contents inside it. He literally choked in his tongue when he opened the wallet seeing the persons ID. He blinked then smiled even bigger. His girl had come to see him. This was even more exciting than when he was here and Harley Quinzel was his psychologist. He took everything out from the bag, pouring it all over his bed, staring at the random things. Everything in the purse was purple or black. He smirked then opened the wallet again to see her pictures. He pulled them out, seeing one of her smiling with a cigarette in her hand, her hair curled slightly she seemed to be at a fundraiser.

"You sure have gotten pretty."

He grumbled then clenched his fist, seeing another with Kirsty and Bruce Wayne kissing. He automatically took the two pictures, putting it in his pants, where he usually hid things he took. He took her smokes, her gum and put everything back into the bag, putting it bag into the hall just before he heard someone coming. He jumped back pretending to be taking a piss, but he was hiding the things in the hole behind the toilet he made for hiding things he liked. He flushed the toilet, sitting back in his bed, staring at the door, seeing that Russian doctor come out, a girl following him. They seemed to be in quite the conversation as she hadn't even noticed him, then just as they walked passed the cell, he whistled at her. They stopped and she froze, turning her head slightly. She saw her purse, so she ran over picking it up.

"I knew I dropped something."

The doctor laughed slightly, Kirsty knelt down in front of the cell, picking up her bag then she looked up, right into the eyes of The Joker. They stared at each other for a moment, she was about to say something but instead, she pulled out her phone out, dialling a number. She didn't take her eyes off of him, nor did The Joker but he stood up walking towards the door. She backed up, but he took her jacket sleeve, pulling her right to the cell, she dropped her phone, and the doctor took off to get security. She struggled slightly, but when he let go, she didn't move. He didn't say anything, she just stared at him.

"You…you died…"

"Not exactly sugar."

She shivered, picking up her phone and her bag again. They didn't speak but their eyes did all the talking. He took a step back, looking her over.

"You've grown up. How old are you now, twenty?"

She nodded slightly, just staring. He burst out into a menacing cackle Kirsty shuddered, feeling like collapsing. She almost did but he grabbed her shoulder, leaning closer to her, his face touching the bars. He was about to say something, but then he froze, seeing Kirsty absentmindedly lift her hand up to his face. She almost touched him, and how bad he wanted her to, the security and Doctor Strange interrupted, they came up them pushing The Joker back into his cell, he simply sat down, smiling. The Doctor looked at Kirsty, then at The Joker.

"Are you alright? Did he do anything?"

"No, I'm fine."

"Are you sure?"

"No, he was just handing my bag back to me."

"Let's get you home then."

Kirsty nodded, being dragged away by the Doctor's arm around her shoulder, she looked back, seeing him waving at her. She turned back to walk down the halls, down to the front desk. She shivered slightly. The Doctor smiled a bit.

"You'll be alright?"

She blurted out something she never thought she would say.

"I want to see him."

"Kirsty, that's not a good idea."

"I don't care. I thought he was dead! Nobody told me that he had survived, and you of all people should know why I want to see him."

"You want to confirm things."

"Exactly! So, you have got to get me a visit with him."

"This could cost me my job. Nobody visits maximum security inmates."

Kirsty huffed, folding her arms in disappointment.

"This is too sudden to find out he's alive, after all these years…"

The Doctor put a hand on her shoulder, leading them away from people so he could talk more serious.

"Kirsty, I don't know if it's exactly safe for you, but I will see what I can do. It will take a few weeks."

"I don't care how long it takes I need to see him on personal terms."

They made an agreement then Kirsty left. Just as she was leaving the building, the Doctor called after her.

"Don't forget to write in your diary."

She smiled a bit, climbing into the cab.

Weeks had passed, Kirsty's life had turned upside down. She was supposed to be married by now, but for some odd reason, she had called off the wedding. Bruce understood, but he had become more distant with her after that. He was always gone out at night, as the Batman, and he would sleep all day. It was rare for them to see each other with them both smiling anymore. Oddly, he always found a way to make her smile. She sighed, looking at the clock, then pulled out her tape recorder.

"Another sleepless night, I'm sitting in bed, 3:55 am, no progress what so ever with my insomnia.

My back is giving me pains again, and those headaches. Why do I get them? Why do most things happen?

See, these are the thoughts that all lead back to that one question that I always ask myself; Would things be different if I hadn't jumped?

I always wonder about it, though it's been almost four years, I'm still suffering. Things just haven't been the same with me. I finished school finally I even have my own place Bruce helped with getting me settled.

Bruce. Bruce Wayne. What a wonder. Even still he's been by my side supporting me with everything, even when I turn him down he always find a way to make me smile. I guess you could say things have been 'peachy'.

But when the sun goes down, it's like I'm a different person. I always feel like watching things burn. I sit in front of the fireplace for hours on end, thinking nonsense. I haven't slept for days I only sleep when I'm visiting them. Bruce and Alfred. I wonder if he knows yet. I wonder if anyone knows that I'm not sane. Alfred keeps me in line when he's around he even calls me to ask how I am doing. Bruce on the other hand, he calls when he finds it convenient to him.

I'm enjoying life anyways. Even though that familiar face haunts me everywhere I go, it's like a secret support system. He taught me a lot of things, one thing I'll always keep in mind.

Always to smile, even if your guts are on the floor, smile, it will seem brighter. He never said it to me, but from his expressions and how I saw him, he would have said that every time I asked why he smiled. I'm bleeding inside to know how he is doing. But, I'm forbidden to even go near the grounds. I have a friend who works at the new Arkham, he told me he's been docile for those years, like he's lost something in his mind. I almost got the chance to see him, but then I ended up getting banned from the property.

I wish I could go see him, I want to see him so bad, I am close to giving up on this normal life, break him free and go back to that care free lifestyle.

I know he did things that were bad to me, but I forgive him in any means possible. His point got to me, but I can't put it to terms. I can't quite say it, it won't come out, but I know it's there. Somewhere inside of me, I understand his motives I understand why he does what he does.

Then this is the part where I ponder on life in general. Life can't be any more difficult right now. Everything is too routine-- I need some excitement. I want to see his signature smile. I want to see violence. I swear I'm close to breaking him out. Every time he gets on my mind, I feel nervous, anxious, angered, curious, I get...I get pathetically involved in my own sick fantasies.

Maybe I should do something about this. Maybe I should act upon my gut feeling…But, what is it telling me to do? I'm now sitting at my window, looking out over the city. I can see Arkham from here. It's not a far walk, if I could only… I've made my decision."

She sighed, stopping the recorder, then left it on her desk as she stood up, looking out the window again before closing the curtains, jumping into bed. She sighed, staring at the ceiling, wondering if she'll ever be able to sleep again. She was able to sleep, but it was only for a short time, like two or three hours at the most. She rolled over onto her stomach, then heard a screech from somewhere in the dark.

"Fuck, another robber."

She jumped out of bed, grabbing the knife from under her bed, she slipped over to the lamp, turning it on nearly screaming her head off when she saw who was standing there. She shivered slightly, seeing his dark stare from the chair he was in. He smirked, and that set her off. She felt like melting, and she did just that, falling to the floor unconscious. He cackled slightly, elishing the sight, but he picked her up, simply putting her in the bed, sitting beside her, just watching her sleep. He felt like taking her somewhere far away, to keep her to himself, hide her away from the world, but she had it going good for herself. He enjoyed her spirit, it was insanely amusing. He made a very odd decision to watch her from the shadows for a while, watch her spirit break once again because of him. This idea kind of turned him on. He smirked, getting up, writing a note on a paper, leaving it on her desk, then he took his leave.

Batman stood on the roof, staring down at Gotham, knowing that his love was in danger now thet The Joker had escaped. He knew he was putting his identity on the line as The Joker knew who he was now, but it was Kirsty who was in more danger than him. He clenched his fists, then jumped off the ledge, flying off somewhere to pout.

(Lol, I don't like how I laid out the story, so I'm making Batman the bitch in the story. XDD Like, seriously, he's all awesome and shizz, but he always gets in the way of things. but yeah, enjoy betches. 3 XDD)