Tick... to-ck...tic...to-ck...tic.....

The clock was changing seconds faster than I could imagine, it seemed. Spinning faster and faster, the hour hand went, my head feeling like a hot air balloon, the world spinning with the clock. The horrid anticipation was killing me. For what? I have no clue. When the clock stopped, my eyes flashed open, and a blood-curdling scream came.

This is the first time the clock has ever stopped. In three months, this has all it has been doing, spinning, making me sick, and twisting my nerves. Now that it has stopped its wretched cycle, I feel the waves of change and dread wash over me, nothing good is coming from this sudden climate change. I can tell.

Continuing with my morning routine, my face more pale and thin from my lack of appetite recently and dark shadows under my eyes from many nights of sleep cut off by the face of the Joker, I survived another morning.

Who wants to call himself a joker anyways? Freak.

When I was done my... "scan" and rub down, I was on the track to work once again.

Julia had promised to let me watch her at the tellers desk today, train me, if you will. I can feel no good will come from this, but she insisted. She wanted me to see all of the drained, lifeless people walking in like ghosts to collect their money. Had their families not been killed by " the Joker," they probably could be decent humans. Sociopath.

The Bat was absent again today, and I was worried for the first time in a long while. What kind of threat is the Joker imposing now? Attention whore.

When my body came to Julia's view, she dragged me to the counter that she worked at and motioned to a comfy looking chair next to her.

I of course sat, knowing that if Julia hated me enough to put a tack on the chair, she wouldn't have the thing next to her like this.

My head was only barely over the counter.

After several hours of staring at faces similar to mine, I was starting to feel sensory deprivation. The same bland colors... the same frowns... the same exact smell of sadness and agony. It was sickening.

Of course, now I would pay a billion to be in that situation. Funny isn't it?

When the doors flew open, I was still in my dazed stupor, and I didn't know anything was up until I heard the laugh. Oh.... that laugh. Just simply hearing it made me feel sick.

The joker was surrounded by his cronies, all in their brightly colored masks, a bus behind him. My boss had a bomb in his mouth now, and the joker started to say something, giving my boss his full attention.

NOW.

Unless I was to be blown to bits, I had to get out, now. I ran, sped my way to the bus, quiet as a ghost. Maybe it wasn't his, I didn't know. I really just wanted out.

Seeing the money bags as I ran past, My suspicions were doubly confirmed. Oh well, crap. I didn't have enough time to reconsider. In a few seconds, the Joker would be heading back to the bus. I dove under the last seat just as the joker came in.

My heart was beating like a jack hammer, and I watched as his butchered face froze for a second. My heart sped up, if possible until he shrugged and walked to the wheel of the bus. Thank god. No, not god. God screwed my life. No, definitely thank Henna. She must be watching out for me from above right now. ... Even if I am in a bus with a mad man.

The building blew up once we were a safe distance away, only because of the Jokers mad driving. I would probably be covered in painless bruises tomorrow.

Swerving across lines and almost falling over a few times, we arrived at a gray, boring warehouse.

Once the engine cut off, I realized I was in quite the predicament. Of course the goons would come to get the money, and when they did, I would be discovered and killed.

Breathing in air,as if filling myself to my toes, I charged out of the front doors, the Jokers back facing me. He didn't turn.

I thought I was in the clear, until a strong pair of calloused ands grasped my shoulders. Oh crap, oh crap, oh crap. I am going to die. The sudden adrenaline burst I received allowed me to knee my captor quite strongly where it hurts, and thinking it was the Joker I knew better than to run.

I quickly forced his nose up as hard as I could with my palm, knocking him to the ground instantly, him clutching his injured nose. Making sure he was dead, I wrapped my tiny hands around his throat for almost a half hour before I was certain. I almost let out a cheer, but that was before I saw the face of the dead man.

Let me tell you, it was not the Joker.

I, in a last ditch effort to save myself, stole the man's mask and clothes and slunk my way into the warehouse. The only problem was, I was about a foot shorter than this guy, and his mask just barely fit. I am gonna be caught.

Eyes flashed towards me and back to what they were doing. Well, maybe not. I guess that since the Joker kills so many of them so often, they are never surprised to see someone new in a mask.

As long as I can stay away from the joker, I would be fine. Right?

A/N

Please read?

I realize that I have been negligent on my updating, and I am so sorry. I got to reading most of these stories here and thought of how awful my writing is compared to everyone else's. That moment of doubt made it so I could not write. I figure, I should write it for myself, and not just for you guys.

This is my first Fan fiction, for anything, and I am sorry if it is kind of... odd? I would LOVE your point of view on my story and encouragement as I write, and if you could, please review? Even if it is to say how god-awful it is. =] I need the feed back to get better.

I will try to update as often as I can, but this kind of stuff takes a lot out of me. I infuse all of my feelings into anything I put here, and I hope you get that.

Oh,Disclaimer: I don't own the Joker or Gotham... or Batman.... Etc.

( yeah, kinda forgot that.)