A/N: I had a hard time thinking of stuff, plus I've been busy at my new job. My apologies. I'll post two tonight. Remember, this is a flashback chapter.

I had recalled an instance when my parents were still alive, when they told me that I was never to walk around Gotham alone. Granted, I was incredibly young then compared to now. Since Bruce had abandoned me only a few short days ago, I had taken the weekend off from work in order to try and clear my mind. Yet every second, no matter what I did, my mind flickered over to what he was doing and how he was. It drove me toward the edge of madness. So much so that I found myself wandering around the crime infested areas of Gotham, and when I finally stopped to look around, I realized I had absolutely no idea where I was. Worried, I searched my pockets for my cell phone. I must've left it at the movie theater. Shit. I turned on my heel and started to head back north, hoping to make it somewhere safer where I could use a payphone. But suddenly I was stopped in the street by a man, holding out a deck of cards in front of my face. I couldn't make out his face, and he was wearing oddly patterned clothing that didn't seem to match. I tried to walk around him but he leapt in the direction of my path every time.

"Pick a card."

"Please let me by." I said calmly, trying to find a way around him.

"Just pick a card!" He shouted, his voice getting more fierce.

I slowly raised my right hand and drew a card from the deck, and looked at it. It was one of the two Joker cards that were in every deck. I stared at it a moment and slid it cautiously back into the deck he held out. He shuffled the deck several times, during which I looked around to make sure no one else was around. Oddly enough, not a single person was around, it was just me and that man alone in the abandoned dark street. Finally the man stopped and showed the entire deck to me, spaced out in his hands and the supposed "numbered" side facing me. But there were no numbered cards. Every card was a joker card, and the man began to laugh.

"Were any one of THOSE your card?!"

I had enough. I took off in a run in the opposite direction, but I could still hear his chilling laughter ringing in my ears.

"COME BACK!" He shouted, and I heard footsteps echoing as they rapidly approached me. "DON'T YOU WANT TO PLAY AGAIN?!"

I ran until I reached a set of houses that seemed remotely familar, and banged on a front door. When the woman turned to let me in, I finally dared to take a peak behind me.

But there was absolutely no one there.

A/N: I know this chapter was short, but I'm posting the next one in just a moment, and there really wasn't too much to it. Just a little insight into why psychopaths are a terror of Jamie's.

-Jackie-