Katelle sat in her personal prison cell for hours and hours alone with no end just wondering when she will die. Wait, what's that sound? She crawled over to the door and pressed her ear against the wood of it. It was a haunting tune that played throughout the building, but somehow familiar. Oh yes! Berlioz Symphonie Fantastique! She had played the fourth movement in her schools orchestra. But why is he playing it?

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Joker was back in his office blasting his favorite classical composer, Berlioz, a man with just as many problems as he has. Joker was trying to think of what to do with his new toy. Well, she sings! That's it! That's all you know! What can you do with a girl that sings?! Well, maybe if I hear it again I could figure it out? Maybe? Figure it out your damn self! He hastily turned off Berlioz and shuffled his way to see Katelle.

Joker saw some of his men gathered outside of the room Katelle was in,

"What are you all doing?!" the men looked at Joker with pleading eyes, not wanting to leave the door. "I only sent one of you to stand guard here! NOW SCRAM!"

Then, Joker heard why they didn't want to leave, she was singing.

"Someday I'll wish upon a star and wake up where the clouds are far behind me. Where troubles melt like lemon drops away above the chimney tops that's where you'll find me. Somewhere over the rainbow bluebirds fly. Birds fly over the rainbow. Why then, oh why can't I? If happy little bluebirds fly beyond the rainbow, why, oh why can't I?"

Ah... Judy Garland… I love that Scarecrow! And she sang it so… beautifully… maybe I should just let her go… WHAT?! NO! He barged right in.

"What do you think you're doing?" She looked up at him in shock.

"I was just singing…"

"And why were you, uhm, singing?"

"Just to pass the time, I have nothing else to do, I feel like I'm in a cage here!"

Joker grinned,

"No one said you had to stay in here!" he spread out on the chair and closed his eyes.

"I heard the music."

"What music?" he opened one eye. Katelle started walking around the chair to face Joker.

"Berlioz, it was the fourth movement wasn't it? I played it in the orchestra. Flute." she was standing right in front of him.

So, she does more than sing… He pulled her onto his lap.

"Sooooooo baby face, what else do you do?" he questioned.

Is he seriously interested?

"I act, dance, sing," she said cautiously. Joker motioned for her to continue, knowing that there's more.

"Play flute, violin, piano…" he was stroking her arm with the very tips of his fingers sending shivers up her spine. What the hell is he doing?

"And?"

"That's all but, why were you-" Joker pushed her off his lap and he stood up. Suddenly, Joker pulled his weapon of choice from his pocket and pinned Katelle against the wall by her throat.

"My, my, my, hehehe, you are a very, very busy girl," he held the blade right to Katelle's cheek slowly dragging it across. "My little entertainer." he smiled as he saw the blood dripping down her cheek. But then Joker saw that Katelle wasn't reacting! She's not wincing, screaming, nothing! What the hell is this girl!? Katelle had her light green eyes fixed on Jokers dark brown ones, blank and emotionless, almost like she was saying this has happened before. A single tear escaped from Katelle's eye angering Joker making him throw Katelle to the ground causing her to be knocked out, yet again.

Joker picked her up and laid her on the chair and looked her over. She has fire engine red hair that's wavy and has grown all the way down to the bottom of her lower back, a pale face that now had a fresh clean cut across her cheek, a light blue button up with the sleeves rolled up, and a tan skirt that was now scrunched to her mid-thigh, but, Joker noticed something… She has scars all over her thighs.

***AUTHORS NOTE: Sorry if this is late? I don't really have a shedule of when i'll post more of the story but here you go! There's a lot more to come! Enjoy! CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM is appreciated :) Ideas are too! lol