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And yes, the Joker will be coming into this story in the next chapter. *shivers* He really freaks me. What a creepy, awesome bad guy!

*Claire Jefferson*

Jessie

"Don't you have some other poor girl to stalk?" I demanded with my hands on my hips.

It was the next night and Robin was smiling in a guilty way as he held put a Kitkat bar and an Orange Fanta to me. "Hey Smoke."

I rolled my eyes at the horrible nickname. It was awful!

I considered turning and running again but I just shook my head and sat down on the building top, snatching the tempting sweets from his hands. "How's the head?"

"Good, just a bruise," he said.

"Okay, what do you want Richie?"

"Don't call me that," he snapped, sitting as well. "I'm Robin."

I rolled my eyes, "Okay Robin."

"How did you know where those men were going to be?"

"Overheard about it," I answered honestly, unwrapping my candy bar.

He looked at me with as if to say 'rrriiiigggghhhttt'.

"Seriously," I nodded with my lips pursed tight. "I know the bad parts of Gotham, the people too. I also know who will give me info for the right…persuasion. You wouldn't believe what some people know!" I mimed my hands as if to say money.

"And you only wanted the money from those men?" he questioned.

"Mhmmm," I agreed, snapping the Kitkat in half and handing him the other half of it.

He took it without really thinking about it and took a bite. "So what are you going to do with the money?"

"I kept a bit but the rest I already gave away," I said, carefully opening my pop.

"Gave it away?" He was shocked.

I didn't answer but took a big gulp of my Fanta.

"Why would you do that?"

"None of your business," I began swinging my legs over the edge. "Maybe I'm just the charitable type."

"Somehow I find it hard to believe that you stole money, risking your life while doing so, just to give it away."

"Goes to show how well you don't know me," I told him. "Besides, I'm trust you enough to sit and tell you answers. You're just going to have to trust that I'm telling the truth."

"Where did you learn to fight like that?" this seemed to be what he was really interested in.

I smiled softly, though not from fond memories. "My dad."

"Was he a criminal?"

"Still is," I informed him sourly. "The best."

"Oh," he said stupidly, "I guess I just assumed you were on your own."

I nodded. "I am."

"You are? Why? Where is your mom?"

"Mom's dead, Dad's in the slammer," I explained without much care. It didn't matter. Not really.

"I'm sorry," he said and I couldn't help but be hit by his sincerity.

"Not a big deal," I lied. "Look, you've got until I've finished my snacks and then I have got to go. People to rob, besides, don't you have people to save?" His questions were getting personal and I found myself answering them too easily. He was easy to talk to. Easy to answer.

"Well Smoke, what is your name?" he asked finally.

"Jessica," I answered taking my last sip of pop. I handed him my garbage and stood up.

"No, really," he insisted.

"Yeah, my name is Jessica," I brushed my hands on my pants and patted my boot to make sure my knife was still there.

"Why would you tell me that?" he gawked.

"You asked," I shrugged. "And I hate being called Smoke. Besides, what are you going to do? I know your name as well."

"Jessica," he repeated like it was nice, not like my father used to say it. "Not very villainy."

"What is a villainy name?" I asked with a scoff. Jester? The Joker?

He laughed. "You have got to be the worst masked criminal I have ever come across! You tell me your name, you give me half of the things you stole, you gave away your money, and you hate guns and prefer knives even though you don't even carry a weapon."

"I learned your name, I beat up two guys with guns, I can handle myself in a fight against someone who's been training with Batman, and," I pulled my knife out of my boot and was suddenly holding it up to his throat, "I always have a knife."

He stared at me with wide eyes and a stunned, worried expression. He was frozen, unmoving.

I pulled the knife back and stuck it in my boot. I cackled once more and shook my head. "You totally let down your guard. But don't worry, I wouldn't kill you."

"Why not?" he asked suddenly, scooting away from me. He seemed to be catching on that I was sort of…ya know…crazy.

"Because I'm not a killer," I winked, "yet. Look, I'm sorry but I really have to go."

"You never pulled the knife when we were fighting," he mused.

"Because I don't want to kill you," I pointed out. "Look, my knife comes out and you wouldn't last a second."

"You don't think I could handle a knife?" he asked with disbelief, "I handle men twice my size with guns!"

"Give me a target," I told him.

"What?"

I sighed. Glancing over my shoulder once I turned back to him. "That building across the way. Do you see the large wooden board?"

He looked over, "Yeah, what about it."

"I can hit the center of the letter O on the sign from here," I told him.

He rolled his eyes. "I can do that."

I watched as he pulled a small, sharp, metal object from his belt and flung it across the way. It hit the top outline of the O and he stared at me trying not to look too pleased with himself.

"You missed. I said the center of the O."

He looked at me with disbelief, "You're kidding me." He seemed rather offended now.

I pulled my knife out again and glanced back once more. It was an easy shot, something I could easily do backwards without looking. I turned my body sideways to throw the knife behind me but kept my face forward. My hand moved and the knife shot from my hand. I could hear the 'thunk' of it hitting the wood.

I looked at him with expectation as he just stared at the board. "You missed."

"Liar," I said certain I hadn't. "I never miss." I turned to see my knife secure in the board right smack dab in the center of the O.

"You hit it without even looking! Backwards too!" He shook his head. "Where did you learn to do that?"

"Dad," I said simply. I went over and got my knife and had no plan on going back. I reached my hand up to go when I felt my knife being tugged from my grip. "Hey!"

Richard was standing there, examining my knife. I hadn't even heard him stand up. "Destiny?" he began turning it over in his hands.

"Again, my dad," I said snatching it back.

"So you got some sort of Destiny?" he asked, clocking his head to one side.

"You could say that," I shrugged.

"You're really good."

"Thanks," and I smiled for real, something I hadn't done in a very long time.

He stared at the smile for a moment. We were having a moment or something and then…"That's a strange scar. What happened?" he asked staring at my shoulder. And he ruined the moment.

I jerked away, my body reacting instantly to his gaze. I put a hand on my shoulder as to hide the ugly scar. "Nothing."

"I'm sorry," he said looking confused and worried.

I didn't remove my hand; I just backed away a little more.

*flashback*

"You are my daughter," he said furiously at me. "You will do as I say!"

"I can't," I stuttered with a cry. "I can't kill people." I was so scared, staring into his eyes that held fury like no other.

He raised his own knife, a glittering silver blade. I was stricken with fear. He was going to kill me, I was sure of that. But no, he did something far worse.

He let his blade slice into my skin, a thin line just beneath the bone of my shoulder, near my neck. Hot blood dribbled out and I screamed like the young little girl that I was. Another cut, and then another. My shoulder was leaking bright red liquid that was sticky and scary. It stained my shirt and ran down my skin.

I didn't cry. I just stared down at it with horror, a strange letter K etched into my skin.

"K for Killer," The Joker howled with laughter, his eyes sparkling. "You can't escape who you are Jester. You are my daughter. You are a killer. You are just like me!"

"NO!" I shouted but bent down my head in defeat, shuddering in the truth. I don't want to be a killer, I don't want to be a criminal, I don't want to hurt people.

*end flashback*

The next day, Dad gave me my knife. Now, that K was the scar that sat where my shoulder and collar bone met. It was there, forever engraved in my skin. Labeling me as a future Killer.

"You ask too many questions Robin," I told him seriously. I shook my head, trying to rid myself of the memories that kept coming to mind. "I need to go."

He caught my wrist. "Jessica, I said I was sorry. I didn't know it was—"

"Let go of me," I said in a level voice though I could feel my heart pounding with anger. "If you ever touch me again I will personally put you in the hospital!"

"Geez," he quickly removed his hand. "I said I was sorry. I'm just trying to figure out why someone like you would be a criminal."

"Don't make the mistake of thinking you know me Richard," I told him flatly. "You know my name, not my life story. Stop trying to figure out who I am, or how I got to be where I am."

"Why?" he asked as if I was being difficult.

I tapped my face where my mask was on. "Obviously Robin, I wear this for reasons, I do what I do because it's what I know how to do. I'm just trying to survive for now. We should be lucky, the day I snap is likely the day you don't come after me alone."

"What?" He was confused now. But I was a confusing person.

"I have to go. Alex will be waiting for me," I said slowly without thinking. She always waited to make sure I got home alright before going to school.

His face went stone. "Alex? Your…boyfriend?"

I let out a bark of laughter. "Alex is short for Alexandra, Alexandra! No, no, you could call her my roommate!"

"Oh."

He looked at me as if he couldn't make up his mind on something. I knew what he was thinking because it was going through my head too. I'd never had so much fun. I'd never had such a person to talk to. I'd never found myself so comfortable with someone. I wanted to talk to him again.

"Why not," I said slowly, "next week, same day and time, we meet here again? You got to ask me questions it's my turn next."

He put an arm around his neck as though he was thinking it through, "I don't know, I really can't be seen with a criminal…"

"You'll come."

"And if I don't show?" he challenged.

"Then I might just slip your name," I smiled a real genuine smile again.

"You should smile like that more often," he noted. "It's a good look for you."

I could feel the blood rising to my cheeks but all I did was laugh and then I was gone.

Okay, so I know this wasn't the best chapter I've ever written but...I really tried to give you guys a look into who Jessie is. I REALLY hope you liked it...

Well until next chapter, Bye bye! Please review, it makes me happy :) ~CJ