*Edited Version*
Chapter 3
Mania sat in the back of Joker's car, staring at the people who flew by, her green and black hair whipping behind her. She fished through the purple bag and pulled out a whet looked like a folded rifle. She began humming to herself as she unfolded it. It was a folding paintball gun. She leaned over the trunk and began pelting people with paintballs.
"You don't seem to scared, kid."
"Whazzat?" Mania whipped her head around.
"Of us." Joker said.
"Oh!" She folded up the paintball gun, having officially run out of paintballs, "Well, with my life, you don't get scared too easily."
"Didja' eva' moider someone?" Harley piped from her spot behind the wheel.
"Maybe a few." She smiled devilishly, "Anyway, you wanna hear my life story. I was just a kid with criminal parents, and a bad record. Parents get killed. Bada Bing Bada Boom, here I am with a few cuts and bruises."
She rolled up her sleeves. Cuts ran up to her elbows. Permanent reminders of attempted suicide.
Mania laughed, tracing her scars, "I love these things! Scares off unwanted visitors. You know, 'Normal' people," She air-quoted 'Normal'.
"Like my shrink. Scared to death of me! Whatta wimp! So maybe I came at her with a knife or something once or twice! What's the difference?" She fell back in her seat.
Joker grinned, "Perfect!" He thought as the girl ranted.
Suddenly, Mania glanced out the widow and scrambled for her bag. She fished through her bag and pulled out a spherical item, "Thank God for Jawbreakers."
She jammed it into the now unfolded paintball gun and flipped over onto the trunk. With pinpoint accuracy, she beamed a woman in the skull with the Jawbreaker. Mania laughed uncontrollably, nearly losing the paintball gun.
"Who was that?"
"Who else?" She said between deep breaths, "My shrink!" She again fell back into uncontrolled laughter.