Hey! I had 2 reviews and that's good enough for me! So I am continuing this story. I think I'm really starting to like writing this more than my other story. I will NOT write another chapter without at least 1 review because I write here not only for fun, but for feedback and if I don't get feedback then....yeah. I hope you enjoy! Thanks to mischieflover and Selene is the Joker's girl for the reviews!

Disclaimer: Batman is not mine.(creative disclaimer huh?) Also My Immortal isn't mine either, that's the song I used BTW.

Carson arrived at her little apartment after he encounter with the clown prince of crime. She had to climb 5 flights of stairs due to the elevator being jammed and unusable at the moment. Her guitar, beat up yet durable, made a steady beat as it hit against her backside with every step up. It made a hollow and scratchy sound that wasn't very pleasant to hear.

She dropped her keys on the small kitchen table in her 1 room home. There wasn't much to the place, but she never was one for material possessions. She didn't even own a television, something her friends always chided her about. Walking into her microscopic, beige kitchen she reached into one of the cabinets for a cup and filled it to the brim with tap water. As she drank the meeting played through her head slowly.

She couldn't believe how brave she was towards him, but perhaps that was because of her anger towards the world. This day had always made her angry since this was the day she lost her soul, her mother, her goddess. When he had made the remark about her mother not loving her, the anger grew and she wanted nothing more than to take that knife of his and shove it threw his throat. Yet, she didn't. She couldn't was more like it, she was drawn to him and if he was dead she'd miss the stories the radio told of his antics.

The scenes of the incident played inside her mind. The crimson blood splattered on the walls, her mother's blood. She was 10 and helpless, worthless to the world. She still was, worthless that is, only contributing a few songs here and there. Songs didn't really do much for humanity she decided, but that was all she knew.

The glass was set on the counter and she trudged to her room and set her instrument down. Bed was all she could think of now and collapsed on the soft surface, instantly falling into slumber.

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Beeping. Annoying beeping. That was what she woke up to. Carson groggily pressed down on the button to make the awful noise leave her. Don't make me get up today. Facing stomach down she groaned and lifted her body up, off the warm bed.

Her feet dragged as she made her way into the bathroom and turned on the water. One by one her articles of clothing were shed until she was bare and stepped into the scolding water of the shower. The water beat down on her worn body and woke her instantly. As Carson went through her daily routine; showering, brushing her hair and teeth, dressing, and all normal things done; she recalled the encounter once again.

The Joker interested her immensely. He did whatever he wanted, when he wanted it. She admired that trait about him. He wasn't bound by rules or regulations. He was just - himself. There really wasn't much, but that, to admire about him. He was rude, a murderer, and with no disregard for the people around him. She was surprised he didn't kill her on the spot, but he was a mystery to the world and her. Shaking off the thoughts, she left her home to go to her job.

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The Joker stayed hidden within the crowds of the Mayor's Ball, giggling to himself in the process. He could here the sounds of violins and other various instruments as he passed. People danced to the rather boring music and how, he didn't know. Giggling to himself once again, he made his way towards the buffet to converse with one of his men quickly, but was stopped when he heard one sickly sweet voice cry out accompanied with a beautiful piano piece.

I'm so tired of being here,

Suppressed by all my, childish fears,

And if you have to leave,

I wish that you would just leave,

Your presence still lingers here,

And it won't leave me alone.

A malicious smile formed on his scared face as he automatically knew who it was. He then, decided to make his entrance into the party. He pulled up and glimmering weapon and pulled the trigger with its nose facing towards the roof. His minions pulled out their own weapons and pointed them at the guests.

"Hello, hello." His voice rang out strong as all went silent except for one voice. She kept playing as if he didn't exist in her world. He didn't matter. His laughter filled the room as he enjoyed her display of arrogance to him. All those around him coward in fear of what would come if he was to get upset.

When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears
And I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have
All of me.

She ended the song with the final notes of the piano and was beginning her new piece until the Joker's voice rang out again.

"Gorgeous! And how are you this fine day?" A sickly grin was plastered in his face as he waited for her response. He loved a challenge. Her face moved towards his as she answered.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" Her answer was sarcastic and lazy, the Joker loved it. He cackled and walked towards her, the gun being held by his right hand. His steps were calm and the world around him was silent. As he traveled towards her people parted out of fear of what may come if they didn't. His shoes clicked and vibrated with each step towards his victim.

When he had reached the edge of the stage he cackled yet again and his eyes gleamed with mischief. She stayed at her spot, sitting on the piano bench with hands poised to play her next piece.

"Carson, I though we knew each other better than that." He giggled loudly. The onlookers gained perplexed faces.

"You thought wrong." Her lips formed neither a smile nor a frown as she spoke these words. Her icy orbs glowed in the light and showed no signs of becoming submissive to his attempts of a real conversation.

"Joker," the mayor spoke up, "Just tells us what you want. We'll give you anything." The Joker thought about this for 10 seconds before grinning perversely and speaking.

"Anything?" The mayor nodded swiftly. The grin grew. "I want..." He pretended to look around at everything and everyone before his eyes landed on one. "Carson."

He gained a response from the seemingly unemotional girl at that moment when she jumped out of her chairs gasping and eventually shouting, "WHAT!" Her fits were baled up so the point they turned white with the force being exerted on them. Carson's eyes filled with anger and her face contorted to match them.

She stomped over to the Joker, though being taller due to the stage, and glared with all her hate. The mayor coughed into his hand.

"I'm sorry Mr. Joker, but I meant more along the lines of money." The Joker scoffed.

"Money, money, money. That's all you fools ever think about." He swung his gun around and people ducked as it started to lead towards them. Realization hit Carson at that moment. If she didn't leave with him, innocents might get hurt.

"Please, understand I..."

"I'll go." Hands still in fists, Carson agreed to the terms. The Joker chuckled, clearly amused. He held out a hand to the girl as if helping her get down to his level.

"My lady" She took his gloved hand with a scowl and jumped off the platform. The Joker then proceeded to take her from the ball, arm over his shoulders. He did not leave, of course, without scaring a few harmless people by setting off his gun a few more times and cackling.

"Bye folks!"