"So let me get this straight... They call you The Joker?" the woman asked, seeming to be in slight disbelief.
"Well you sure do look like you should be on a cheap deck of playing cards." she said, eyeing his makeup and outfit.
"As do you." Joker said, slowly turning his head to look at the girl, a small smile on his face, referring to her makeup which was just a toned down version of his.
Joker let his mind wander a little for a few seconds, now wondering how this woman's makeup could be so similar to his. She hadn't heard of him before, obviously, so she wouldn't be some copycat or anything. Joker shrugged it off, deeming it as sheer coincidence, which it most likely was anyway.
The woman laughed, "A good sense of humor. Perfect." she said now looking out the van's tinted window. "Where the hell are we going, anyway?"
Joker smiled his psychotic looking smile, "You'll see when we get there." he said as he licked at one of his scars.
About 5 minutes later, the van stopped and everyone stepped out in front of an old, abandoned warehouse in the middle of nowhere, it seemed. The woman breathed in the air, not caring about the fact that she was in an unknown place. She followed Joker and his clowns into the warehouse, which had absolutely nothing in it except some tables, chairs, weapons, and other miscellanious stuff, most of it being papers and folders, most likely containing some kind of important information.
"Take a seat." Joker said, pulling out a chair, and motioning for the woman to sit in it as he walked to his own chair and sat down.
The woman strode over to the seat, sat down, and put her elbows on the table, resting her chin on her hands, looking contently at the Joker.
"So. Why am I here anyway? I must've had something interesting for you to want to invite me here." she said rather cockily.
"Ah, ah ah. I'm the one who should be asking the questions here. After all, you are in my territory." Joker smacked his lips together "You know, it was pretty brave of you to interupt me while I was having my fun back there."
"Brave?" the woman laughed loudly "Brave... how so? Are you that cocky to believe that if you hadn't found something interesting in me that you could have done some damage to me? Come on now. I know all you probably would have done is send your little circus freaks here on me." she motioned towards the few henchman who were sitting at one side of the table together. "The only thing they would do is get their asses kicked." she sat back in her chair crossing her arms, clearly confident in her words.
The Joker grinned, his scars making it look as if he was happier than ever "You call me cocky, hmm?" he got out of his seat and pulled a small knife out of his pocket.
The woman's eyes trailed from Joker's make-up covered face down to the hand that was holding the knife. Her lifeless looking eyes staring at the object in curiousity.
"It's time for tryouts." Joker said simply before stabbing the knife into the table so just the tip was sticking into it.
He looked at his henchman and nodded. The clowns seemed to hesitate for a moment before they all flew out of their seats, one successful in grabbing the small knife out of the table. The woman smiled as one of the clowns brought the knife to her throat. In one swift movement, she kicked her leg straight up and knocked the clown backwards, sending him and the knife flying to the ground. She got up and walked towards the other two clowns and smiled huge before punching both of them in the stomach, making them gasp for air. She picked up the knife off the floor, and in just a few moments, the two gasping henchman were laying on the floor, bleeding out of their necks, quickly reaching the ends of their lives. The woman then walked towards the clown who was still on the ground, grabbed him by his hair, and stood him up. Just as quick as Joker could blink, the woman had smashed the clowns face against the hard cement wall, his nose broken and bloody, his lip bleeding, the blood pouring out from under the mask. The woman was sure she knocked atleast one of his teeth out with the wall blow, even with the mask on. She got on her knees in front of the bleeding man and straddled him, her face dangerously close to his masked face. She rubbed the little knife against the masks' cheeks, and then without warning, slit his throat wide open. He grabbed at his heavily bleeding neck before he fell to the ground, lifeless as the other two bodies in the warehouse. She got up off the dead man and wiped the bloodied knife on her sweater, and proceeded to walk back to her seat.
"Did I pass your tryouts?" she said, tossing the knife back onto the table.
Joker was amused, interested, and a very little bit shocked by this woman's performance just now.
"Very good!" he said, carrying out the 'o's in the last word in an amused tone.
He strode over to where the woman was sitting and leaned down so his face was close to hers.
"Tryouts aren't over yet, though, beautiful." he said, a grin appearing on his makeup covered face.
Joker grabbed another small knife from his pocket and pretended to be inspecting the blade.
"Do you want to know how I got these scars?" he said, slowly turning his vision back towards the woman. "Come here."
He pulled the woman's head close and brought the small knife up to her mouth. He dragged it across her lips and cheek before dragging it back slowly and placing it inside her mouth, the cool blade now touching her inner cheek. The woman appeared to be smiling, which threw the Joker a little off guard. He went on:
"When I was a little one... my mother, a drug addict, would beat me. You see, I was the mistake of the family." he licked the corner of his mouth, "So, one day I finally decide to take a stand against this. She doesn't like it. Not. One. Bit. So she decides to grab my brother's pocket knife out of my brother's pocket while he stands there watching. She held it in my mouth, just like this," he pressed the knife harder into the woman's cheek, "and she said 'you should learn to be more like your brother, you need to smile more!' and she pressed it harder into my cheek" the knife now cut into the woman's inner cheek a little, "until I was bleeding enormous amounts of blood. She laughs. She takes the knife again and cuts all the way through." Joker moved his tongue along the scar on the left side of his inner cheek, "She laughs at me, then my brother laughs with her. Now by this time, I was passed out from the blood loss, so when I woke up, I was in an unknown alley, the cuts on my face had stopped bleeding, for the most part. It was dark and wet, it was filled with the smell of rancid garbage and sewer water." he pulled his face as close as he could to the woman's face and stared directly into her lifeless looking black eyes.
The woman was still smiling, no part of the story seemed to move her at all, and the knife in her mouth appeared to be like another trip to the dentist to her. Joker smacked his lips together and pulled his face away and the knife out of the woman's mouth. She was still smiling, and it was noticeable that she was licking her inner cheek where the little bit of blood was seeping out. Joker put the knife back in his pocket and took a seat across from the woman.
"You really are a brave one, aren't you? No twitches, no sounds, just a smile. Perfect." Joker said, his tone seeming light and happy, in a dark way, of course. "You've passed my tryouts. Welcome to the club, beautiful."