That girl.
The Joker sat leaned back in the chair with a knife twirling around in his hand and his legs up on the desk of his new office, which was formerly the manager's office of the long-abandoned toy factory in the bowels of Gotham City. He sat back in his chair, peering through the filthy cracked glass viewing window. So many thoughts scrambled through his crazy little head, but they all ended up leading towards that girl he met in the alleyway.
He never met anyone quite like her. It had been over two weeks since he had met her, and she consumed his every waking thought. The way she looked right into his eyes when he held his knife to her mouth almost daringly, like she was just waiting to see if he could actually go through with it. Then the way she lapped up her own blood from the cheek he had just carved. Not to mention she actually had the balls to try and set him on fire!
Then of course their was her face, the face of an angel, covered in scars, now having one extra one thanks to him. Those eyes, those hot full lips, that soft pale flesh, that thin body and the way she leapt through the air.
"Fuck." he hissed under his breath as his grabbed his aching boner through his pants. Just thinking about that beautiful scarred young girl was giving him a raging hard-on.
"Ahem, uh boss?" said a voice.
The Joker turned his eyes towards the door, where he saw one of his little cronies, Ronin, standing in the open doorway, his fat body filling the frame. His eyelids kept squeezing together and his face was glistened with sweat that dripped off his thick beard like usual.
"What? Is it?" Joker asked with a lick and smacking of his lips, not bothering to move his hand from his groin.
"This, uhh, this package c-came for you." he said, holding up a square box wrapped in brown paper tied with red string of yarn in one hand, and banging his other fist against his forehead as he spoke. Those voices in his head were becoming a real bother for him.
"Reeeally now?" the Joker purred, removing his hand from his crotch to snatch the package out of Ronin's fat hand. "Now who could this be from?" he pondered as he tossed the package up in the air and caught it back in his hand again and again. He looked over the box's crinkly paper-covered surface, but could only find he words, "For: the Clown" written all over every square inch of all six sides of the box in black marker.
The Joker looked back up to see Ronin still standing in the door, banging his meaty fist against his skull against all those voice clamoring away inside his brain.
"Dismissed." the Joker told him. Ronin nodded and hobbled away.
Once Ronin was out of sight, the Joker took his knife and severed the yarn, then continued to slice apart the makeshift wrapping paper. Once the wrapping was off, he opened the box to look at what was inside. At the top was a piece of paper folded in half. Upon unfolding it, a single rose fell out, its stem shriveled and stiff and its once blood-red petal crinkled and black. The Joker held the dead bud to his nose and breathed in its rotten scent before reading the paper. 'Watch me' it read in black marker. Joker reached back into the box and took out a video tape. He turned it over and over again, but the tape had no labels or any other thing on it. The Joker turned on the 12-inch television on the corner of the disc and pushed the tape into the VCR player set on top of it, hitting the Play button.
Appearing on the screen was a close-up image of a familiar pair of full pink lips. "Hello? Is this thing on?" spoke that familiar Boston voice. The camera pulled back, revealing the head and shoulders of that girl he met in that alley. He leaned forward and propped his elbows up on the desk, holding his chin up in his knuckles as he kept his view intently on the screen.
The young girl then giggled and winked at the camera, her hood down and her blonde hair pulled back down over her face. "Hi there handsome," she tittered, waving her fingers in the air, "Miss me? 'Cause frankly, I missed you. Especially with this little… souvenir of yours," She paused to zoom the camera in so that it gave a close view on her left cheek, and the still-fresh cut carved into her skin from the corner of her mouth to under her ear. "I like it," she said, pulling the camera back out, "Though mine isn't nearly as beautiful as yours are."
The Joker shook his head blinking at hearing her say that. His scars? Beautiful? That was something he never heard before in his life.
"I like it a whole lot better than my other scars," she continued, pushing her hair out of her face with her free hand to reveal her melted cheek and eternally frowning mouth, then turning the other back towards the camera, "But now, thanks to you, now I'll always have a smile on my face. But, anyway, my real present, you're gunna have to find yourself; a sort of, uhh, scavenger hunt kinda thing. You peg me as the kinda guy who likes games. Your first clue is easy, ya just gotta follow the smoke. You'll find it there. 'Til then, see ya soon clowny." After blowing a kiss into the lens, the camera shut off, leaving the Joker still staring at the black screen.
After he took a deep breath, he rewound the tape back to the beginning and watched his beautiful scarred baby girl again.