The rain splattered onto the sidewalk and my shoes sloshed from being damp.

I had a brown rain jacket pulled over my head as I ran home.

Finally, I got home and reached into my jean pockets for a bronze key.

Click.

The old oak door swung open and I breathed a sigh of relief. Home.

I smiled, hung up my dripping coat and dropped my backpack on the floor.

My eyes glanced around my two story home.

"Mom?"

Usually she was home in the kitchen trying recipes. She was a great cook and even greater person. Also, she never caked on the makeup- she didn't need to, her natural beauty was enough. Because she was really pretty a lot of men like her but she hasn't dated since Dad died in the army. He was a great man too…

Once I snapped out of my thoughts I wondered where my mom went.

"She just had to go to the store." I reassured myself.

With a deep breath I strode to the garage door and looked inside- Her car was there.

I blinked and called out once again, "Mom?"

No response.

I bit my lip. 'Where is my mom?'

Slowly, I walked up the stairs and down a hallway, lined with pictures and memories.

I brushed my brown hair out of my green eyes and knocked.

"Hello? You in there?"

Again, no response.

My heart rate sped up as I reached out my pale arm to the door knob.

I turned it and the door swung in.

My eyes widened and my mouth formed a silent scream.

There- on my mom's bed was blood. Her blood.

My legs carried me in and behind the bed lay her body.

"No…no..no…"

Before I knew it I was kneeling next to her body sobbing.

A whimper escaped my mouth. "Please be a dream…please." I hissed hysterically.

Suddenly, "This isn't a dream."

I shrieked and turned around.

"J-joker."

"That's me. HAHAHhahaaha."

For a minute I stared at the crazed maniac clown. Surprisingly enough his teeth were white. What scared me most was his green hair and blood-shot eyes.

Why didn't surprise me, though, was the stench of blood.

"You killed my mom."

Joker stopped laughing and stared at me."Yes, she had to go."

I began crying again and Joker walked toward me.

'Why? Why her? It's not fair! It's always the good people that die!'

Anger surged through me.

'I'll never get to taste my mom's hot chocolate ever again. I'll never get to see her face laugh when I tell a joke I heard in class. He ruined it all. The Joker killed my mother.

"Why- WHAT DID SHE EVER DO?" My screams were drowned out by his laughter.

"You see," he was smiling again now, "she might have stopped us from getting you."

"What- what are you talking about?"

Joker laughed and grabbed me.

"Noo! Let me go!"

All went dark.

When I opened my eyes the first thing I noticed was that it was dark. The next thing I noticed was that I was chained to a wall – my arms above my head forming a V and my feet on the cement floor chained tightly together.

In the distance I could hear a drip, drip. The air I was breathing was moist and it was very hard to see. After what felt like days my arms began to ache, but it was nothing like the headache raging through my head.

Then, a thick door opened. I heard a loud creaking and soon heard breathing. Two people breathing. From what I could hear, it sounded like two people.

Footsteps sounded in the practically empty room. Practically because there were wooden crates with me.

The men came closer to me and one lit a lantern. The light burned my eyes and I had to blink a few times. When I could see I studied the two men before me.

Lex Luther and Joker.

I snarled and gave them a nasty look.

"Why? What have I ever done? What did my mother ever do?"

Lex Luther just smirked at me and replied calmly, "You see, we have been watching many children-"

'Stalkers.'

"-and you were the most intelligent, strongest, and determined of them all. Of course, it helped that you live in Gotham. No, I'm sorry, lived."

I felt my anger and frustration grow. "But what do you want with me?"

Then, Joker began laughing a hysterically. My fear sprung inside of me and I gave both men glares.

Out of the corner of my eye I noticed Lex reach into his pocket.

When his hand drew back out I saw a needle. Once I recognized what it was I began struggling to get out of the chains.

"No!

"Clown, hold her still."

Joker leaned over and grabbed my arms and I felt a pinch in my arm.A moment passed and the pain went by.

Panic raced through me. 'How does it not hurt? It wasn't to make me sleep, so how is nothing happening?'

Suddenly I felt it. The pain.

I screeched louder than I would have thought humanly possible.

Joker let go of my arms and stepped back. My eyes squeezed tight, and I began thrashing around.

My screams echoed off the walls and Luther smiled.

"It's working." He growled predatory.

A fire swept through my body. My mind grew numb until I knew only pain.

Inside, I felt my organs changing to different animal's organs then back to mine then into another animals', over and over, my bones, thick to thin to long to short, to hollow.

Suddenly, I was exhausted. My struggles against the ropes lessened and I knew I would get rope burns. But that didn't matter. What mattered was that Luther took a step towards me and placed something on the inside of my right ear.

"They won't know what hit them."

I listened to their laughs as my consciousness faded into the calling white light.

'Wait- what?'