It was the first snow of the season. Christmas would be coming soon. The girl realized this will be her first Christmas without her family. But she needed the money. She had to leave. Her parents didn't know where she had gone or why she ran away. All the girl knew herself was that she was waiting in line for a job application. The man in front of her suddenly fell through a trap door. Looking up again, she saw her possible future employer.
"Next!"
The girl stepped forward.
"Your name, please?"
"Lucy," the girl replied. "Lucy Drescott
"Tell me, Lucy in the Sky, what makes you think you have what it takes to work under me?"
"Well," Lucy responded, "I'm only 17. No one would think a seventeen-year-old would work for the Joker."
"She's got a point there, puddin'," Harley Quinn remarked.
The Joker continued. "Any special skills or talent?"
Lucy took a deep breath. "Well, for starters, I'm a first-degree black belt in Tae-Kwon-Do. I'm highly skilled in gymnastics. I'm trained in swordplay. Oh, and I've never lost at a card game."
"Never?"
"No, sir."
"Sir…" the Joker repeated. "I like that! Congratulations, Lucy Drescott! You're hired!"
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"Batman, look out!" I screamed. Batman ducked, barely missing Mad Hatter's attack.
"Don't bother, Batman," Hatter screamed. "With mind-control chips hidden on your little friends in a place you'll never find-"
"These chips?" Batman asked, holding up three tiny chips.
"Why yes. Those chips." He said nothing more as Batman's fist found Jervis's face.
On the way over to Arkham (Joker had escaped again, so GCPD had their hands full), Bruce and I had some time to talk.
"Thought I'd finish what I was saying at dinner…"
"Batman, I'm fine! You don't need to worry, really!"
"I walked by your room earlier today. I heard crying."
I said nothing.
"This has been going on for a week now." Bruce went on. I don't think it's nothing." He looked at me and I looked at him. "I've told Lesley about this already…"
Please, no!
"But she has no open dates." I smiled to myself, but Batman was still stern. "She recommended her cousin's daughter, though. Tomorrow after school, you're going to have your first appointment with Doctor Julie Zartman."
"A therapist? C'mon, I don't need a therapist!"
"I've also noticed you've become more violent. Tim, I don't know what's gotten into you!"
"THERE'S NOTHING WRONG WITH ME!" Wow. That was convincing. "We're here."
Batman put down the Mad Hatter and tied him up next to a pole in front of Arkham. "First thing tomorrow, Tim, after school."
I blew a strand of hair out of my face in defeat. So I'm going to therapy, I thought. How bad can it be?