So, I'm going to try to update this every day or every other day for as long as I can. Thanks for the reviews and such, and yes, I know she needed more background as to why she was treated like that and the whole going insane bit. I'll be adding that in a later, nostalgia-dream sequence-chapter, since I'm far too busy thinking of what I'm doing in the story now, haha. Enjoy! 3

I climbed into my father's old truck, searching for a shirt to cover up mine. While reaching through the musty seats and crawling around the back, I started a pleasant little conversation to no one in particular…Except maybe me. "Can't be walking into a bank covered in blood, now can we? No, we can't. Who knows what they'd think. I'm not a monster so I shouldn't have to look like one. Not like that really matters with what I'll be doing anyway….I wonder if I can still get a free toaster, that'd be sweet. Toast on the go. Nah, I'd rather use it to bash their faces in. Yeah, that sounds good."

After a few minutes, I found an extra shirt from Dad's work. He always got free shit like that and always kept extras to hand out to promote business. It was big, which was good, since my clothes were SOAKED with blood. I couldn't help but think of what would happen if I tried to wash that in the Laundromat. Hahahaha…

I peered in through the kitchen door to see what the last of my "family" was doing. They were watching me, terrified. I waved and smiled, and walked up to the door. I reached for the handle, watching them slowly descend into a state of pure terror. Just before my hand touched the handle…I threw my arms in the air, waving them around, screeching and making all sorts of batshit crazy noises, then growled as loud as I could and punched the glass, shattering it. It scared Nicole so much she passed out, which was very fun to watch.

Laughing maniacally, I ran back inside, forgot something. I ran back up to my room as Abel tried to revive her, and crouched down next to the lifeless pile that used to be my father. I rolled him over, so he was staring at the ceiling, when the gash in his throat opened a bit from my moving him. As I grabbed the keys out of his pockets, I couldn't help myself. I grabbed his head, and encouraged it to make the gash open and close up, using him as a ventriloquist dummy.

"Why hello there Sammy, how ya doin? Come give your dad a big hug!" I slap him across the face. "No! I hate you daddy!" I said in a childish voice, before adding, "So I killed ya because I couldn't take it anymore!" before laughing my ass off and throwing him back to the floor.

Back downstairs, I sit in the kitchen chair next to Abel, and just look at him, spinning my knife around in my hand. I see his eyes reflecting in the blade, when he finally speaks, crying as he does. "You said…you said you'd be back…at least give me those few hours..I don't want to die now…" I punch him in the face, knocking him to the floor. I scream at him, "That's IT? That's all you're going to DO?! You had plenty of fucking time to make things interesting! To grab a baseball bat, call the police, SOMETHING! And yet you just SAT there! You call ME useless? Fuck, you're such a pushover, might as well get you out of the way now…"

I bring my blade to his throat. He uselessly stammers "B-b-b-but that's..that…that's not FAIR! I'm sorry I'm sorry sorry sorry sorry! Please, God, don't kill me!"

His stupid pleas just make me want to do it faster. I press the blade into his neck hard enough to leave ribbons of crimson starting to trail down his neck. "Not fair? Not fair…hm. You know what wasn't fair? My family fucking hating me, beating me, everything! Do you not remember what you all did to me over the years? And all of a sudden NOW you want things to be fair? Haha, nice try asshole. By killing all of you…I can set myself free. And once I'm free, I'm going on safari motherfucker. And you know what?" I leaned down to him, running my free hand through his hair, whispering to him, "Nothing's fair." And with that, stabbed that knife into that pigs heart. But I was smart and turned him away as I did so, so I wouldn't need another shirt.

By this time Nicole was starting to wake up. As soon as she opened her eyes, I stroked her hair, singing to her with the knife against her throat. "You are my sunshine, my only…fuck it" and finished her off.

Finally free, I took the truck and drove to the finest bank in all of Gotham. I strutted in, a happy customer ready to get what she wants. I checked my pockets. Knife? Yup. Homemade flamethrower thing? (Lighter taped to an aerosol can) Very yes. Homemade Molotov? Fuck yes, and thank you dad for your fine selection of very flammable drinkies.

But….I guess someone beat me to it, sonovabitch. There was a general scene of chaos, people on the floor in a fetal position, and some assholes in clown masks doing what I intended to do: fuck some shit up. They were working on bringing giant duffel bags of cash to the main area, waiting to be picked up I guess.

One of the clown bastards ran over to me with his gun, telling me to get on the ground, etc. I told him to go fuck himself and quickly torched his face. The horrible smell of burning flesh and plastic filled the air. I grabbed his gun, Molotov in my other hand, I aimed and screamed at the next clownie bastard.

"HEY! THE FUCK IS THIS?" He seemed to notice that it would be a very bad idea to fuck with me at that point. "Well uh….Joker…is robbing the bank…we're waiting for the b-" Before he could even finish his sentence, a school bus crashes through, running him over. I notice two clowns are left, and as they finish loading the bus one shoots the other, and walks up to me. He removes his mask to reveal blonde-green hair, charcoal eyes, white face, and a bright red, scarred, smile. "Is there a uh, problem…here?" He asks through yellow teeth.

I don't care who the hell he is, Joker or not. I punch him in the stomach as hard as I can, "Goddamn right there is." He simply laughs at my attempt to hurt him, "Ohoho, you're feisty. I like feisty. What's the problem," he looks at me, "beautiful?"

I laugh, and laugh so hard I fall to the floor. When I calm down enough, I say "Problem? Hahahahaha, problem…The problem, is that I was going to do this today. Well, hahaha, I didn't know what I wanted to do exactly, and I didn't care, I just wanted to do something to let the world know that I'm free, and I'm going to do whatever the fuck I felt like doing. Today's events just happened to included robbery, murder, maybe some arson. I'm just pissed that someone beat me to it." With that I throw the Molotov, setting a couple people and the west wing of the building aflame, as I watch them burn and scream it makes me laugh. They look so silly, flailing about like a bunch of idiots. At least die with some dignity instead of looking like a moron.

Joker seemed to like that. He let out a high pitched laugh, grabbed the last bag of cash, and then grabs me and throws me on the bus as well. As we speed off I ask him, "Why the shit are you taking me with you? After I punched you, you should have tried to kill me or something, that would have been fun."

He giggles, "You were very unexpected. You caused some chaos. I like chaos. And don't worry, we're going to have plenty of fun." He slams the side of my head with his gun, knocking me out. The last thing I hear is that demented laugh of his.