I don't know why I wrote a chapter two, but I guess I wanted to try out this OC business everyone is raving about.

Sarina, who had such an uncommon name meaning "one who laughs" becuase when she was born, she laughed instead of cried, even when she turned and saw the anguish on her mother, who had just finished a 'natural' child birth (not all it had cracked up to be--get it, I said 'cracked up') and was writhing in pain beneath the bloody white hospital sheets, was seventeen on this very day and the only present she had asked for was permission from her parents to move to the most dangerous city on the planet, Gotham.

Packing all her things into the bright yellow convertible she had received last year on her sixteenth birthday, she said one last goodbye to her parents.

"Be careful." her mother pleaded, "I wouldn't want you to get hurt. Gotham is a very dangerous place."

"Whatever." Sarina groaned back, tired of her mother's overbearing-ness.

"And watch out for criminals like Scarecrow, Two Face, Mad Hatter, Poison Ivy....JOKER..." Her father reminded.

Sarina laughed, "Yeah right, like those even exist."

She climbed into her car and drove away from her waving, smiling parents.

Truthfully, she did believe in the costumed criminals her father had warned her about, in fact, that was the sole reason she decided to move to Gotham City. She wanted to see them for herself, especially the Joker...

Joker sat alone in a secret hideout of his wondering what to do about Batman this time. It couldn't be too much, or else the caped crusader would die, and the game would be over, but it had to be enough that people, including the Bat, still took him seriously (of course he used that term loosely).

He jumped up.

"A ha!"

He had just gotten an idea.

"I will jack the next car coming into Gotham! That person won't know who I am or what I can do! It will be SOOOOO funny!" and he fell to the ground laughing.

In a few hours he calmed himself enough to get out the door and walk out in broad daylight to the road that entered Gotham.

It was the dead of night when Sarina rolled into town, her yellow car was the only thing that stood out.

She wasn't paying attention, being stuck in traffic and all, so someone was able to sneak up behind and and get in the backseat of the convertible.

"Nice car you got here." Joker said.

Sarina still slept serenly.

"I said...NICE CAR YOU GOT HERE!" Joker repeated, this time loud enough to wake Sarina.

In one swift motion, Sarina twirled around and managed to grab Joker by the collar and throw him out of the car. She got out of the car, slamming the door behind her, preparing to finish the job.

"I don't know who you are, buddy, but you're gonna regret waking me up..." she said darkly.

Joker stood, he was impressed by her seemingly superhuman ability to pick up a grown man twice her size and throw him out of a car.

"Good evening." he said, tipping his hat and bowing slightly, "My name is The Joker."

Sarina stepped back, Joker wasn't the sort of person you'd wanna meet in a dark alley, she looked around, they weren't in a dark alley. She decided instead of screaming and running like any stupid person would do, she'd play and win his little game.

"Nice to meet you." She said, curtsying, "My name is Sarina Columbina."

"Wow!" Joker said, finally seeing how strikingly beautiful Sarina was, despite the darkness. She wore bright yellows, oranges and reds and looked amazing, "You know..." he said smoothly, "Hows about you and me take a little ride, I've got a proposition for you..."

Sarina couldn't believe it.

She was driving her car and Joker was in the car talking to her. She had read in a magazine once, that if you laugh at all his jokes, a man will love you. So that's just what she did. They were in love.

As Joker explained that he needed a henchwoman to help him with his schemes, he couldn't quite shake the feeling that he was forgetting about something...or someone.

When he and his new "girlfriend" arrived at his secret hideout, opened the door and entered, he smelled something. It was food cooking. Then he remembered.

Not again.

Not even hesistating for a moment, he pulled out his gun and shot Sarina dead.

Hearing the gunshot, Harley ran out of the kitchen and glared, rolling her eyes that looked at the dead body "Not another one..."

Yeah, well there are so many...

And all OOC and inconsistencies were placed purposefully.