"God I'm going to kill that clown!" Tyson, the swarthy stocky man hissed as I cleaned out his wounds. There were six other mob men that needed me But I had already treated all but one other. Apparently most of them were killed in the Joker's game. Dino McCowel Stood looking out of his grand window at the city, scowling. It was a scowl to match mine as the mobster moved, opening up his wound. I was covered in blood. With out even trying to be. Very few people helped when I need restraint for several of my patients so I had to get down and dirty on gushing wounds. "Gahhh!"

"Calm down. If you hold still it wouldn't hurt as much." I pressed the sanitized cloth hard against his wound. Once I stop the bleeding I can put stitches on him and move on. The men in the fancy room were all discussing what had happened. From what I have pieced together, The Joker set up explosives in a hotel room where they were all making an illegal trade deal and set it loose on them.

"He just danced around and laughed. Sick bastard." Jason spat at the thought of remembering the scene. He was a young tall man with a muscular build and slicked back blond hair. He suffered severe burns to the neck and shoulder, a dislocated wrist and a deep cut down the side of his face. Status, Treated. "I Swear, I will fill his belly with bullets. Maybe he'll laugh at that."

Another man interjected who was also treated with burns, bruises, a slight fracture and cuts. "I say we burn him to a crisp." To which several of the men (all that were still able to talk agreed.

I Finished the patient I was working on and went over to Alexander. The Last man of the night, with shaggy brown hair and the least serious injuries. I looked around the large room with a beaming golden golden chandelier illuminating the blood stains on the floor. The people that made it were going to be okay but they just sat around moping and licking their wounds like animals. It disgusted me for some reason.

Alexander spoke, "I say we snuff him out like the rat he is-."

"You're right... Drown him out." Dino McCowell's scowl turned into a look of contemplation. "We should be abel to, and I think I know how to do it." He stopped mid-sentence to meet my stare. "When you're done here, leave."

I started wrapping Alexander's leg thinking to my self about wether or not the man intended to pay me but it didn't sound like it.

"Yes sir. I'll be out of your hair soon enough." I tightened the gauze and got out the medicine for all of the patients, Basic pain killers and sanitizing cream.

Dino took my arm roughly. To escort me out.

"Ow. owie, AHHHHHH!" Stinging pain shout up my arm as tears streamed into my eyes and laughter escaped my mouth. "St- Stop it. Hehehe Let go!" He did and looked at me like I was fragile. I pulled off half of the jacket to show him my arm. "I got shot. Hehehe." We were out of the main room and in the Hallway by the front door.

"Stop laughing, I just need you to get out." He opened the big front door but I didn't move.

"Sir, I don't mean to be rude, but you owe me for the time, treatment and inconvenience."

He stood defiantly. "How about, you skid-addle now, and I wont call Dr. Hugo Strange back at Arkham to take you back. Okay Doll."

"Doll?" This guy was blackmailing me for work. After all I had ever done for him this was the thanks I get! "Listen here! I am not leaving until you pay me for my work! I Gatta live and I can't go wasting my supplies on people that won't even pay for that. It isn't cheap incase you haven't noticed."

He leaned down and got in my face. "That's not my problem. You are a Loon with a few skills that were needed. Why should a crazy gal like you get paid like sane folk like me."

It was an accident! I didn't mean to loose my temper. I came to my senses after the damage was done, when I was staring at two deep long gashes in an X shape made by my scalpel in the head of . The Tip of the blade was broken in his wound right in the center where I plunged. He screamed as I ran. He wasn't going to die but he would be scared for life. I ran like a mad man, laughing in complete shock and hysteria.

I could hear the men that were able to chase run after me, firing bullets. If they were well, I probably wouldn't have made it. But yhey weren't well at all, most of them fumbled to walk little less shoot and so I was abel to get away smoothly minus the new bumper holes.

I stumbled into the warehouse slamming the door open. They keys that were supposed to fall on the counter fell abruptly to the floor making a clinging sound that woke the Hyenas. The Sun was rising and I could pass out from exhaustion things were dancing in my vision. Colors, lights voices all around me. Laughing. Mocking me. I swung the Handel of my broken blade at the voices.

"Leave me alone, I screamed. I'll kill you! I'll kill you." I could see the Hyenas walking around me.

"Come here babies. Protect me!" I laid on the ground as the covered me in their fur. I clutched it, They were so warm and seemed to cloud the voices. I reached into my little medicine bag where my medicine was. It was hard to think during one of my episodes, but I took my medicine. The creatures laughing was the only noise after a little while. It was so lovely that all I could do was smile. The licked the blood off me. It wasn't long before I blacked out. Falling asleep to a deeper more sinister laughter.

I was woken up by the sting of cold water on my face. My body lurched at the shock. Instinctively going for the door, my hands and forehead pressed against the glass. He was sitting on the toilet. Not in a bad way, the seat cover was down but I could see the black spaces of his eye makeup looking at my direction.

"Seem's like you had a grand old time." His tongue danced behind his lips. "Harley won't like that her car's got some new holes in it. What did you do? Did ya' forget to smile. Cuz' people now a days trust a smile." He laughed. Of course he would.

I sat there in my night slip and pants watching the crusty blood become fluid again and run off into pink pools around me. I saw the sliding door open on the far side.

"Move over, I'm joining you. Taking face to face is so much more personal than through a wall. What do you think Doll Face?"

The now warm water flattened my hair to my face and blurred my vision as I looked at him. We were facing each other and I could make out that red painted smile. Eerie.

"Its not my own blood this time though. Thats good right."

"Little miracles everyday." He slapped his hands on his bent knees. "So did you find any goodies?"

I pulled my hair out of my eyes and moved my face out of the stream of water. "Oh, you should have seen them Joker they were outright horrible! They were ungrateful brutes that ripped me off of my pay. By the way, they want to kill you too, just like a rat." His laughter echoed more in the shower. "A rat, come on now. I worked so hard to get more respect than rat level. At least a dog, or maybe even a brat. Well now, kids these days, don't appreciate the little things in life, like fireworks and what not."

He took my hand. "Well I thank you for checking on them for me. I was worried sick." I could tell he was just wanting to see that he got under their skin. Just messing around as part of his sick game of having people know his deeds so that he can savor all the little details. He started to rub all the blood off of my arm. The water wet his hair and cause his makeup to start to smear and bleed down his face. It made him look more sinister but I chose to let him work. He pushed his wet hair back and aside, and took a rag to my cheek where a bit of Dino's blood came back and splattered.

"Messy girl. So I know blood, uh, and knives. And I recognize-" he pointed circles around my face. "All of this. Tell me a story of how you got face painted."

I sighed and started to work on scrubbing the blood off my stomach that had soaked through my clothes from where I threw my self on one of the men's wounds to keep him still and stop the bleeding. "Well, I'm tired, as you know. I have been working hard with nothing to show for it other than blood stains and bags under my eyes."

The Joker attempted a sarcastically serious face. "Why that is terrible, just terrible."

"So, the man that hired me. Dino, the one you had a conversation with on the phone. Gets all huffy at you saying he is going to smoke you out of your hiding spot and kill you. Anyway, so the guy tells me to leave when I am done and doesn't even pay me."

"Oh how rude." The Joker had finished scrubbing me down and sat back up to listen to the rest of my story.

"I took my scalpel carved and 'X' into his face." I started to think about the consequences of my action. The man knew my name and face and he would tell the cops to take me back the the nut house. "Thanks for the bath, but I am going back to bed now." I stood up to leave but he stopped me.

"You missed a spot." He spun me around and lifted the wet slip off my back . "Ah ha, here it is." His hands rubbed off the makeup smear and turned off the water.

"Now, you may go."

I punched him back into the wall, hard. He gasped as he impacted "Stop teasing me! I can't stand it."

"Ho ho ho, a little fight in you... I like that." I ran out pulling my slip down. I was in his room. It was neat and orderly with purple and green decor. Not what I expected. The color yes, but not the state it was in. I went to the door but it was locked. "Damn it!" I was more disappointed in myself for not seeing that coming than I was that I couldn't get out.

I heard the sink water running and the splashing of water on skin. He was washing his face. I wanted to see him without makeup. I was too curious not to.

There he was with his wet green hair and tanned skin. Parts were stained from constant use of make up but he looked more human. Except for those eyes. Those deadly eyes of a monster.

"Like what you see?" he faced me. I could see the grizzly scars cut across his face making a smile and one on his bottom lip. "You know, If you wear make up you really have to focus on cleaning out the pores. Not healthy to clog em' up." He licked his lips. I hated to think this way, but without the makeup, when you could forget how insane he was. He was actually quite handsome. 'No, Stop it Lucy.' He went for the medicine cabinet that held makeup, hair wax. He started to reapply his white face and brought back to life the Joker Persona identity.

I had watched him the whole time put his face back on. Shivering in my own coldness. I was so tired I just wanted to sleep.

"Will you please open up the door so I can go back to my room." He came back out rubbing his hands together.

"Gladly." He took the key out of his pants pockets and undid the lock. "How about a good night kiss from your old pal Joker. Hahahahaha." I stormed past him and left him laughing in the background.