Chapter Seven

"Who was she!?" the Joker yelled at one of his henchmen.

"I-I don't know, Boss!" he stuttered out.

The Joker grabbed the man by his throat and shoved him to the wall. The man's face was plastered with fear. "Why. So. Serious?" he started laughing and took out his knife. He put the blade to the inside of the guy's right cheek. There was a deafening scream that came out of his mouth.

I giggled and swung my legs back and forth. The Joker had set me on the pool table again like I was his little doll. "Hey Joka! I know her name," I sang out to him.

He stopped in mid-cut of the left cheek. He looked at me, then to his henchman. He dropped the poor fellow and walked to me. "Aaaaaaaaand-?"

"Bat girl!" I giggled and his face fell.

"You just made that up didn't you?" he asked.

"Yup!" I laughed out.

The Joker frowned. "Well at least I didn't dirty my new knife for no reason," he grumbled.

"Hey Boss! Come look at this!" Scoot yelled from the living area. I jumped off of the pool table and followed the Joker out. Scooter was watching the news. There was a very sharp looking woman sitting behind a desk on the TV; her face was serious.

"Now for today's top story: Batman is back- and with some friends! You can see here in the footage our crew caught earlier- the newest villain, Diamond, battling with the newest hero, Batgirl." A film reel of Batgirl and I fighting started to play.

"Ha! Told ya she was Batgirl!" I giggled out. "Dayum I look good!" I exclaimed, admiring my outfit.

"SH!" The Joker shushed me.

"Geese," I mumbled, "who pissed in your cheerios?" He rolled his eyes and continued to stare at the TV screen.

"It seems that as soon as Batman gets a sidekick, the Joker has to follow suit!" the male news caster said to the woman. I heard the Joker growl beside me.

"Wow what a dumbass!" I said to the TV. I was suddenly grabbed by the arm and drug upstairs. I was pushed into the Joker's room. "What the hell!?" I yelled at him.

He pushed me into a wall and pressed against me. "Was this all part of your plan?" he whispered. "To make me look like a fool?"

"What the fuck are you talking about?" I asked, pushing him off.

"I know that you saw Bugsy!" he growled. "I got the video of her walking up to you while you were still tied to the chair! What is it Scarlet? What did she tell you!?"

"What. the fuck. are you. talking. ABOUT!?" I yelled.

"Is she BATGIRL?!" he yelled back.

I stared at him silently. "What?" I whispered. He opened his mouth but I cut him off by laughing. "Bugsy? Batgirl? HAHAHA what a moron!" I laughed out.

He growled frustrated. I heard the click as he opened up a switch blade; and I immediately stopped laughing. He put the blade to my cheek and started tracing lines.

"Get that thing away from me," I hissed.

"Hmm… no!" he laughed out loud and grabbed my throat. I grabbed his hand with my own in attempt to get him off. He just laughed harder and put the blade to the crease of my lips.

That was the last straw. This guy thinks he can push around Scarlet Rose; he is one wrong mother fu-

I punched him in the eye and he gasped, letting me go. I grabbed the knife he held loosely in his hand and stuck it in the side of my skirt. I started kicking him over and over in the stomach. Once he started to cough up blood, I stopped. I looked down at him.

"No one- and I mean no one- ever threatens Scarlet Rose," I hissed at him. I spit in his face and walked out of the room.

I walked down the hall and to my room. I quickly went in and shut the door silently behind me. I took a look around, taking time to observe my living situation.

The entire room was painted in a very deep purple. The satin forest green sheets on the bed were slightly rumpled on top, as if someone had been lying there. The flooring was a deep mahogany wood and there was a black dresser for my things. The only mirror in the room was parallel with my bed and in the shape of a bright red smile.


Geese someone likes a certain color scheme, I thought, but what else would you expect from a man who hears voices in his-

"Rosie?" his voice echoed around the room even though it had come out as a whisper.

"What?" My voice came on as harsh.

"Can… can I come in?" he mumbled. He was almost seemingly thoughtful.

I sighed, "Yea… Ok."

Scooter opened my door and sauntered in. "Wow, the Joker sure can decorate…"

"Wait… the Joker did all this?" I raised an eyebrow.

"Yea… Your mirror was part of the Laughter House at the old amusement park," he said, walking over to the mirror and putting a hand on it.

I stared at him for a moment then walked over to the bed and sat down. I lay back, putting my hands behind my head.

"So…" Scooter started. "How have you been?"

I scoffed, "never better." I rolled my eyes then closed them for a second. When I opened them, Scooter was staring at me in the mirror. "What happened Scoot?" I whispered.

"What?" he turned to look at me.

I pressed my fingers to my eyes, tears were coming already. "What went wrong? We had a perfect life of crime- just you, Bugsy and me. Now Bugsy's gone to god knows where and you and I are stuck with a psychotic skitzo!"

"Scarlet," he whispered and walked to me. He sat on the edge of the bed and went to put a hand on my shoulder.

"DON'T touch me," I hissed. "You went with him and didn't even try to help us."

"I'm sorry," he whispered- his eyes were getting red. "I didn't have a choice…"

And I knew he was telling the truth. We were outnumbered that night. Actually, that's probably why the Joker didn't want to break out Scarecrow and the guys.

I sat up and wrapped my arms around Scooter's torso, pressing my head to his side. He put his arms around me and tried to calm my sobs. It took me a while, but I finally calmed down.

"He's never going to let me go, is he?" I said softly looking up at him.

"I…I don't know Scarlet," he replied, looking down at me. "Oh, and by the way, you're getting paint on my jacket."

I giggled and let my mouth hang open in mock surprise. "You whore!" I squealed at him. I quickly grabbed one of the purple pillows and started hitting him over and over again.

Now, Scooter's not gay, but he sure can give you a decent pillow fight. Before I knew it, we were giggling and throwing white feathers everywhere. It was a good thing nobody's up at this hour, I thought.

However, little to my knowledge, there was someone, listening the whole time.