That was eleven years ago. Now, here I am. Fifteen and the only activity on my mind is revenge. I grip the chain fence hard, out of anticipation. Today was the day that I was being released from this hell. Well, technically it wasn't as much of hell to me as the other inmates but it doesn't matter what they think.
Five years ago I got busted stealing fifty thousand dollars from the bank, but I mean, can you blame me? I was a ten year old kid who was on her own. The money would have helped. Still, cops didn't know how it was possible. They blamed it all on weak security. But, it was more than that.
"Hey, Leola. You're out." The warden had come to see me out. How sweet. "Now, Leola, you got something special. Don't waste your life breaking the law. Make a new life. Start over. I know you can." I only nod and smile before walking away and into the wide world. I would make a new life when I get back to Gotham. I'm not the same child that got locked up in juvie. I've trained my body long and hard for this moment. The moment where my bullet is in Joker's head.
Gotham isn't far from here, but it is enough time to think where the bastard could be hiding. I smile. Oh, I think I know where to look first.