AUTHORS NOTE: I wanna start by saying thank you to xLonelyDreamerx for being my very first review! I thank you for your kind words, it gives me the courage to continue, so I've decided to include you in this chapter! Secondly, this story will have a lot of blasts from the past to help the readers understand how they became this unstoppable group of chaos, like this chapter. I will mark the flashes with time stamps so people wont be too confused. This story will mostly be told In the OC point of view but some chapters will switch to The Joker or Harley Quinn. Once again, thanks for reading!

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Chapter 3. The Tragedy Of Greed

*Four years earlier*

Sixteen year old Jasmine Dreamer sat quietly on a swing in a park nearby, her face streaked with tears, though she made no sounds. Her makeup ran slightly, but she made no motion to wipe them. She sat in the darkness of Gotham night, eyes gazing at the stars above.

She was a beautiful young woman, the constant cat calls on her daily runs gave her more than enough confirmation, while her strong British accent made people of Gotham swoon in awe. She'd spent most of her teenage years studying forensic pathology in Glasgow, only returning to Gotham once her schooling was completed, so her accent was still apparent as ever.

Long natural blonde hair feel to her shoulders, tickling her neck. She had fair skin, smooth and blemish free, and a nice shapely figure for her age. She was definitely a fresh breath of air for a pair of lecherous eyes.

Her day life was a simple one; School, work, exercise , home.

Except..

Her life was far from simple.

Sadly, Jasmine Dreamer was no ordinary teenage girl.

She was the daughter of the notorious crime boss, Danny Dreamer, Also known as 'The Dream of Death'. He was known for his ruthless acts of violence, his greed, and his short temper. His disregard for human life wasn't unheard of, and tales of his crimes would make your skin crawl.

She knew nothing major of his mob life, trying her best to separate herself from his world. Some could say she hated her father, as there would be many nights he would come home intoxicated, taking his violent anger out on her for his failures of the day. Some would wonder how could she still love a monster the way she did, but she knew nobody would understand.

In her eyes she still saw the loving father before the abuse, before the lies.

She still saw the father who treated her like a cherished jewel, who made her a 'daddy's little girl' who was his pride and joy. She knew her normal father was still there, deep inside of himself, lost behind the hazy cloud of greed, money, and drugs. She longed to find the man he was before the tragic accident, that changed their lives forever.

She sobbed, thinking of that faithful day.

God how she missed her mother. She knew if she were here this wouldn't be happening, her mother was very no nonsense when it came to her little girl.

Staring gloomily at the stars above, she laughed bitterly. Life had a funny way of reminding you that happiness was an illusion, that love was just a sick joke played by a narcissist god on his own creations. It showed her that forever was just a word, empty and meaningless.

She sighed tiredly.

She didn't want to have such pessimistic thoughts, but she was tired. She was tired of crying, tired of holding on to a dead vision of how life was before the tragic accident, how perfect life had been for her, how normal.

She thought back to the conversation she overheard earlier, her anger boiling over her fear. She knew she should have stayed upstairs, to just ignore the noise and the yelling like she'd usually do, but this time she couldn't ignore the constant mention of her name.

Usually her father would meet every week with a man with a weird mask that reminded her of a scarecrow, the meeting usually ending with her father sporting new bruises, which would result in him taking his anger out on her.

Creeping quietly, she hid behind the large staircase that led to the kitchen where the noise was coming from, straining to listen.

"Listen, I told you I'd have all the money by the end of the week!" She knew by the drunken slur in his tone that that particular voice was her father. He was failing to whisper, his anger making his voice raise slightly.

"That's what you said last week.. Listen, this shit isn't a game here. My boss is unsatisfied with your progress. He just sent me to collect..I'm sorry" a gruffly deep voice growled out, a voice she didn't recognize.

"But you don't understand, she's only a kid! She has nothing to do with this!" Her father all but screamed.

She gasped slightly, wondering what could the man possibly want with her. She was sure by the clench of her stomach muscles that whatever he wanted couldn't be good.

"The decision is made. It's either her or you! He's given you an ultimatum, you hand her over no problems, and your debt would be settled. He's even been generous enough to provide a bonus for such a feat, he's willing to give you more product to distribute free of charge or ties, just to make sure there won't be no hard feelings... What's your choice?"

Her entire body froze as her heart leaped in her throat.

'He wouldn't.. he CAN'T!' She had to clasp her hand around her mouth to keep from sobbing aloud.

Tears splattered the hand the hand that was covering her mouth. He wouldn't dare give her away! She was all that he had left! She prayed the old him would resurface, beat this creep to a bloody pulp, take her and disappear, starting their lives anew elsewhere.

But once again, life had that funny sense of humor.

"So no more hounding me right? No more ties?" He sighed, grumbling with drunken finality.

The other man nodded in agreement.

"What will he make her do?" Her dad sighed tiredly, making her heart shatter.

Feeling weak, she eyed the unlocked door in front of her. She couldn't listen to anymore of their disgusting conversation. She couldn't handle this betrayal, these cold feelings of despair. To believe what her ears have confirmed was to break her spirt, her will to continue.

It would confirm what she'd been denying all along.

He didn't love her anymore.

Or.. did he ever really love her at all?

Without thinking, she hauled herself down the last stairs, bolting straight for the door, not bothering to stop and look their way. Her chest heaved as she ran down the street, through neighborhoods and wet mud.

Tears blocked her vision as she though of her lost father, of his uncaring words. She though of his easygoing demeanor while giving her away to a stranger as a debt payment. Her sobs ripped from her as she ran, never once looking back.

She ran and ran, because running was what she was good at.

It helped her feel free.

It was her escape from life's cruel joke.

Running track in the UK came in handy, allowing her to run a few miles away from her home without putting too much stress on her frail body. A few more miles later her running slowed down to jogging. She came across a neighborhood park, now empty of children due to the darkened sky. Breathing heavily, she walked towards a empty swing, plopping down harshly.

Holding her shaky muddy hands to her face, she cried.

She cried for her mother's missing embrace, for her heartbreak.

She cried for her soul, as it lost all hope.

She cried for her father, the one who died years ago, that left a shell of the man behind. Her sobs were broken, her chest constricted painfully as she realized that heartbreak was a very real, very physical experience.

She couldn't believe what she'd heard.

He didn't even bother to fight for her. He just gave up, gave her away like she was trash. As if she wasn't apart of him, made from him. She knew he'd lost his way, she just didn't understand how far he was gone.

How could he do this to her?

"I HATE YOUUU!" She screamed angrily, making her throat hurt painfully as a new feeling entered her.

She hated him, she decided. She hated how he'd failed her as father when her mother was taken from them. He failed at loving her as he should have. She decided she hated every fiber of his being. She kicked her feet slightly, making her swing back and forth slowly. She closed her eyes, thinking back to a time where she was held tightly in her mothers arms while she slept against her chest.

Where did it all go wrong?

She kept her eyes closed as she swung, fearing the warmth and vision of her loving mother would fade away.

However, The moment was short lived.

She screamed, as strong hands ripped her off the swing from behind, slamming her into the ground. Her head swam with colors as her skull connected with the concrete below. She opened her mouth to scream again, but was cut off as rough hand closed around her mouth, while the other dragged her backwards by her neck.

"There you go! Been looking all over for ya toots. Why does your family insist on making my life hard?" The man from her kitchen smirked menacingly before knocking her out as he threw her body in the trunk of his car.

She awoke shortly after to find herself tied up on her living room couch. Eyes wide she searched her surroundings, and nearly feinted as her eyes locked on to a body lying in a pool of blood. She tried screaming, but the gag in her mouth made the motion pointless. Her eyes filled with tears as she looked away, afraid she would throw up.

The unknown man returned to the living room with a pistol pointed in her direction.

"Now..I'm gonna ask you a few questions. Don't bother lying because I'm gonna know, and if you scream I'll cut your tongue right out of your pretty little lips"

Harshly, he ripped her gag out, and she choked hard on the much needed air.

She glared at him hatefully but nodded.

"W-what do you want with me?" She asked shakily.

"From you, you mean. It's simple, I want answers. Now my boss.. that's something you'll find out later." He eyed her mockingly.

"Now..Where does your father keep his money?" He rubbed the tip of his gun against her cheek as if he were comforting her, making her flinch away.

"In the safe.. U-underneath the kitchen sink..but I-I swear I don't know the password! He doesn't open it around me" she sobbed truthfully, praying he would just take the thing and go.

She knew she wasn't that blessed.

"Perfect! Good girl! I'll be right back" he purred still stroking her cheek.

He walked towards the safe, grabbing the entire thing and throwing it in backseat of his car. She watched in horror as he walked towards her.

"P-please! Please let me go! I won't say anything! I'll just disappear!" Her tears blinded her vision, and she squeezed them shut as he threw her over his shoulders.

"Sorry toots, bosses orders." He laughed harshly as she screamed, finally noticing the body of her father lying on the floor. His eyes were wide and void of life, and his throat was slashed ruggedly from ear to ear. His blood pooled around him like dark red ocean, and his expression was one of surprise.

Her eyes fluttered closed as her mind shut down, unable to handle anymore strain.

He roughly threw her now unconscious body into the trunk slamming it shut.

"I hope I don't have to strangle this bitch" he smiled, knowing his boss would be happy with his catch.

Two hours later

Her eyes snapped open at the sound of the trunk opening. She tried to scream as gloved hands reached for her mouth, but her scream died as her captor shoved a gag back into her mouth.

She moaned pitifully as her knees popped when he picked her up, her body aching from being curled in the trunk for so long. He threw her over his shoulder carelessly, and she moaned brokenly as she slammed her head against the car tire, cutting her forehead deeply.

Blood poured almost immediately down her forehead as he began walking towards a door. Squinting with one eye, she briefly read the neon sign glowing ahead.

'Ace Chemical? But why? I thought this place was closed down?'

A new found panic rose in her, and she began struggling against him. Using his free hand, he slapped her face harshly, making her still.

"You've been doing good so far bitch, let's not push it." He grumbled.

Inside, she noticed the place still looked good for a place that was supposed to be abandoned. She wrinkled her face as strong vapors of fresh acid assaulted her nose, making her skin tingle. She had heard stories about what happened in this place, and how a homicidal green haired maniac took over it, how people would end up missing or dead if they trespassed, but she thought them off as silly rumors.

'Was that who wanted me brought here? But why?!' Her fear spiked, making fresh tears in her eyes.

"Welcome dear, it's nice if you to finally join me." A eerie voice spoke, forcing her to look up. She was fully expecting a creepy man with green hair, but instead he wore a scarecrow mask, complete with a scarecrow outfit.

'No green hair..maybe the rumors were wrong..but who is this guy, and what the hell does he want from me..and why does he look so familiar?'

She combed through her mind, gasping as his face registered in her memories. She had seen him before, she was sure of it.

He was always in 'meetings' with her father. This was the man who after seeing him, her father would drink alcohol excessively after his 'meetings'. He was the guy who was always around when her father would turn up with mysterious bruises and black eyes. She realized with despair, that this was the man her father owed, and also sold her off to.

She watched as he shoed away his guards, leaving only them in the room, though She was certain they still lingered nearby. He walked towards her with a knife in her hand, and she closed her eyes in fear, her body shaking at the unknown.

He cut the ropes that held her down, and he removed the gag from her mouth, much to her shock.

"Now my sweet girl, your father owed me an awful amount of money, money that the worthless bastard squandered on his addiction. And he just couldn't repay that money. So his gift to me was you.." his eyes trailed her body meaningfully.

He sipped slowly from the glass he was holding.

" You see dear, I have a fascination with beautiful young girls such as yourself, and seeing how much I can break them until they are no longer themselves. You, are a perfect candidate! You're beautiful, and book smart. I shall take great pleasure in you my precious, so do try to not make this complicated." He bit out, his tone foreboding.

She sobbed, shaking her head furiously.

"Why?! Why me! Please! Please just let me go" she begged, her eyes pleading.

He laughed, his obvious growing erection at her begging on her knees now visible to her, making her crawl away from him backwards. She yelped when her back collided with a wall, stopping her escape.

"Why? Why my dear? Because you now belong to me! And quite frankly.. Well, because I can silly!"

He stalked towards her, his eyes glowing with the promise of pain.

"Take off your clothes."

She froze, his voice like liquid nitrogen in her veins. She didn't breathe, she didn't think she could at the moment. Her eyes dashed around violently, desperately trying to figure out how to get away.

Before she knew it her head whipped around harshly as her cheek connect with his glass cup, crashing her skull against the wall painfully. She screamed as he pulled her by her legs roughly towards him, his eyes ablaze with danger.

"Please! Please don't do this! I'm just a kid! PLEASE!" She screamed hopelessly as he ripped her shirt off violently, the blood pouring from her head dripped on her now fully exposed breast. She sobbed as he slapped her roughly, splitting her lip.

"I told you don't make this complicated Bitch" he slapped her again, making her mouth fill with blood.

She watched in defeat as he ripped her pants off, before taking his own off. She tried to crawl away from him as he kicked his pants off, but he only yanked her back more painfully.

Refusing to accept her fate, she kicked her legs violently, hitting him square in the face, making him fall back. She scrambled quickly, kicking her self up as she ran, praying that her legs didn't fail her. Blood in her eyes made her vision blurry and she stumbled over a loose rail. She fell down harshly, her head slamming painfully against the iron.

She felt faint, and her head thrummed painfully as she struggled to get up, only to be kicked down again by a hard boot.

She screamed, grabbing her ribs in pain.

"Did you think you could get away so easily? I'm going to enjoy you." He punched her hard, and the sound of her nose breaking reached her ears. He punched her again and again, her already bruised face swelling up dangerously.

She groaned as her head whipped to the side. Below, she noticed large tubs of bubbling liquid smoking below her. She knew she was hallucinating from the pain as she thought she saw a flash of green hair, and a red and black jester suit. She knew her mind was playing tricks on her, as her vision swam with multiple colors.

Her arms felt like led as she desperately tried to push him away, failing miserably.

She didn't bother screaming as he climbed on top of her. She didn't bother fighting as she felt him roughly push her legs apart. She clamped her eyes shut as he rammed his dirty fingers inside her, her stomach contents rising as he spit on his now bloody fingers, trying to lubricate her bruised womanhood.

She closed her eyes, imagining what she thought her first time would be like. She imagined her husband being kind and gentle, his movements full of love. She held her breath when she felt him stop, knowing he was preparing himself.

So this was it.

This was life's cruel joke for her.

"Well well, I never pegged you for the molester type..Scarecrow" a deep, hypnotizing voice made her snap her eyes open, noticing the man was no longer on top of her.

Though her eyes were blurry, her voiced hitched in her throat as the clear view of a different man standing Before them with a golden engraved pistol propped against his chin curiously. Her eyes widened as their eyes met.

He was beautiful.

The bright lights behind him made his skin glow an eerie white, making his skin look almost transparent. His purple jacket was open, and she noticed he was heavily tattooed, all looking like deep lines in her vision, though she could understand one. The wording so bold and dark against his stomach making it easier on her eyes.

'Joker..?' Her eyes scanned his face, his perfect jaw line. His unusually pale skin making his lips a glow vivid red, and those eyes..a strange blue, like ice, but also like snow.

Those eyes pierced her soul.

She sat frozen as she watched him walk closer, the man who was on top of her was now facing this new man, his attention fully on the intruder.

"H-how did you get in here? I have over thirty men.." his words cut short as a terrifying laugh ripped from the strange man, making her abductor shiver.

A chill wracked her spine, her fear now transferring its focus on him.

"You mean had my good man! Well, my little minx hasn't seen action in awhile, so she all but begged me for a good time! Now.. who am I to deny my queens subtle requests!?" He placed two fingers in his mouth making a whistled tune.

As if on cue a red and black figure cartwheeled towards the green haired man out of the shadows, landing perfectly beside him. She watched as the green haired man hugged the figure possessively.

If her throat wasn't so badly damaged she would have gasped.

The woman was just as beautiful as the man, if not slightly more.

Her skin was a ghostly white, like the green haired man. She wore a tight fitted Jester suit with a jester hat equipped with bells on the end that hugged her shapely body sinfully. The deep v split exposed her blood stained breast perfectly, and she noticed her chest was also tattooed. A simple black eye mask covering her face only accented her big ocean blue eyes.

'Who are these people?' she blinked her eyes, hoping to clear her vision.

She watched as the woman kissed the green haired man, before turning to her captor.

"You call that security? That..was BORING and too damn EASY is what that was!" A heavy New York accent danced in her ears, and she briefly wondered if that was were the strange woman was from.

Her eyes darted around, looking for an escape while her abductor was distracted. She may be thankful for them stopping her rape, but she didn't think they meant any good for her either. Something about that green haired man struck a powerful fear in her, even stronger than the fear of her abductor.

She knew she had to get away, and fast.

Slowly she began crawling away, when the green haired man spoke.

"Now my perverted friend, you know you have no business in my building..You wound me with the disrespect!" He breathed dramatically, placing a tattooed hand over his mouth, which she noticed briefly held a intricately drawn smile.

"N-Now..This has n-nothing to do with you Joker! I'll just take my things and go..I ain't trying to have no problems. It was just a simple misunderstanding! I thought no one used the place ya know, I mean it is a dump!" He blubbered, the fear thick in his voice.

She glared. 'What a coward!'

She froze her slow attempts at crawling away as she noticed fake sobs coming from the beautiful woman, her lip pouting as if she was hurt.

"Puddin! Is he trying to say I don't know how to clean?! I spent all day slaving in this place and this is my reward! Breaking and entering? Disrespect?!" She stomped her foot in a childish manner, crossing her arms over her chest as she huffed in anger.

Jasmine watched in fascination as the green haired man's mood changed drastically from angry to homicidal in seconds.

"You disrespecting my queen? You tryna say she's dirty?" He pointed his golden gun in the mans direction, breathing heavily.

She watched in awed fascination as he towered over her abductor, laughing wildly in his face.

"N-no! That's not what I mean at all! You know I'd never dis.."

Jasmine screamed as a gunshot rang out, making her ears ring. Blood and brain matter splattered across her face, entering her opened mouth. Her body began to shake violently as she continued to scream, her shock overweighting her current judgement.

Gathering herself, she scrambled backwards, desperate to get away from the insane duo who was currently eyeing her with a annoyed look. Panicking as she realized they started walking towards her, she continued crawling backwards, not paying attention.

"Ohh Puddin, she looks like shit..Should we put her out of her misery?" The woman eyed her sadly.

The green haired man scoffed while turning to walk away.

"Do whatever you want, I'm outta here babe. Daddy's got some spring cleaning to do" she watched as the green haired man faded into the darkness, laughing that spine tingling laugh.

"Hi! I'm Harley, nice to meetcha!" The woman inched closer to her, and she pushed away from her harshly. Not paying attention, she backed herself onto a broken rail which groaned as her weigh made it break loose more.

"P-please..Please don't hurt me! Just leave me alone!" She screamed, backing away more.

The rail behind her groaned as it broke, making her loose her balance. She watched in slow motion as the woman reached for her too late, her flimsy tatters of a shirt ripping in the woman's hands as she fell backwards off the rail.

They say, before you die your life flashes before your eyes.

She wondered why the only thing she could see was this beautiful woman swinging down the broken rail with beautiful gymnastic skills towards her.

She didn't have time to get the scream out of her throat as her body connected with the bubbling acid, consuming her entirely. Her skin burned like liquid lava, while the acid entered her mouth destroying her vocal cords. She closed her eyes, knowing the pain would kill her soon enough.

Finally, she would be free of this lie of a life she lived.

Her vision grew dark as she felt herself float to the bottom, not bothering to fight for her life. She embraced her end willingly, her mind coming to a peaceful clarity. She felt her body weight falter, making her float back to the top quicky.

Too quickly.

Ignoring the excruciating pain, she opened her eyes in time to see hands grabbing her, pulling her to the surface. Her blurry vision making out the shape of the pale woman's annoyed expression. She opened her mouth to scream from the pain, but she only succeeded in having a wild coughing fit as she threw up blood and acid.

She collapsed weakly in the women's arms, peering up at her beautiful face. Her entire body was racked with pain, and she just couldn't fight any longer. If this woman was going to finish her off, she had no will power to stop her.

"Silly girl! Whatcha tryna do? Kill yourself?!" Her New York accent was full of humor.

Jasmine weakly reached for the woman's face, and the woman caught her bruised hands with her own.

"Aw man, Puddin is gonna kill me for sure! But what's a girl to do?! I can't just leave ya here..I know, what it feels like to be taken advantage of. And anyways you're just a kid! I'm sure you didn't plan your life out like this.." She smiled brightly at the groaning woman in her arms, oblivious to her obvious pain as she continued.

"Well put it this way, maybe if you survive this, Puddin will make you one of his dancers, or even better! My own personal handmaiden!" She clapped her hands excitedly, earning another painful groan.

The woman's eyes glowed with determination as she picked the now bleeding woman up bridal style.

"I've been telling him I need a personal maid for the longest! Ohh this will be fantastic! It'll be like the medieval times! You'll follow me around waiting on me hand and foot! Ah, I can see it now.." her voice trailed off as she walked towards the exit, the burning woman in tow.

The beautiful woman sighed dreamily, and jasmine groaned brokenly as her body finally gave in to the pain, rendering her unconscious.

"He's so gonna kill me" The blonde woman laughed loudly, forgetting the woman for a moment.

"He'll see.. It'll be so much fun.. mostly for me." She smiled wickedly, noticing for the first time that the woman was out cold.

She frowned slightly.

"First things first, you need a bath. I know that acid can be quite painful and itchy!"

Pushing the door open with her foot, she walked towards her green BMW I8, placing the woman in the backseat. She glanced up at the building, reminiscing of her own battles that were fought inside so very long ago.

She smiled, thankful for it all.

Climbing in, she glanced briefly at the sleeping woman, making sure she was still breathing. Adjusting her mirror to keep an eye on her prize, she revved her engine to life.

"Now little one, lets go home."