Sorry for the long update, but here's the next chapter. I hope you guys like it and enjoy it. Thanks for the reviews and keep them coming!


Two week later

She was playing hide and seek with her mother when there was a knock on the door. Her mother very shakily told Kayla to go hide and she'll count to ten. "Don't come out until I tell you to," she had told her. Kayla knew she was shaken up, but made no room for argument. She hid inside a closet close to the living room. She saw her mother looking scared as the man stalked her.

"Please, go," she said, walking away from him.

"Not before you tell me what you know," he said yanking her by the arm.

"What? That you're in the mob? Working with the Falcone family. You disgust me," she spat at, trying to get rid of his grip. "I don't why I ever married you," she said slapping him in the face.

He let go of her not expecting the harsh slap. He smiled as he wiped off some of the blood off his lip.

"Are you sure you're in the mood of hurting me, Kate? You don't want anything happening to your daughter," he said laughing. He looked around the place, but didn't see her anywhere. Kayla couldn't see him clearly either. There was a shadow cast on his face, but his voice was oddly familiar.

Kayla struggled to control her fear. She had a clear view through the closet, she just prayed that he didn't see her through the closet's openings when he came nearby the closet.

Her mother interfered standing in front of the closet door. "It's me you want, not her. She knows nothing about you and it'll remain that way."

"True, very true. That's why I need you out of the picture," he said in a low, dangerous voice.

Kayla heaved a low breath out after realizing that she has been holding it for a while. "No!" cried Kate running towards the kitchen.

"You know you don't like seeing me angry," he said running after her.

Kayla couldn't see anything all she heard was her mother yelling at the shadow man, as she like to call him. But then she heard a deadly scream that made her blood run cold.

"Now it's time to get rid of the trash," he said, coming back into the room. He had gasoline in his hand and started throwing around the room and the rest of the house. He came back into the room and light a match. "Her death will be a mystery." (A/N: Not done on purpose, but quote from Secret Window).

Kayla covered her mouth. She couldn't believe who it was when the the man's face was revealed with the fire's sparks of light. "Dad?"

Kayla woke up with a screeching scream. Her whole body shook in shock. She swallowed the lump in her throat as she ran a hand through her sweaty hair.

"W-What? What's going on?" said Joker next to her. He had woken hearing her scream. He turned to see Kayla shaking all over with sweat and tears falling down her face. He was a bit startled at her shaken stage. "Kitty?" he asked, putting a hand on her shoulder, but she jerked it away.

"Don't touch me!" she said getting out of the bed and sitting back into a corner with her arms wrapped around her knees.

"Kitty?" he asked again. Kayla only shook her head.

"Don't hurt mama, please, don't hurt her," she started saying to herself. Joker cocked his head back. This girl just might be crazier than me, he thought. "Don't let dad hurt mommy," she sobbed. She seems to have a past with her father, too, uh, he thought, raising his eyebrow up.

"Kitty, come back to bed," he said tiredly, but she didn't make any notions to move from her little world. Joker sighed and went over to pull her back to bed.

"No! No! Don't touch me! Don't hurt me, Dad! Get away," she yelled covering her face. He pulled back and watch her go through her panic attack.

"Now what the hell I'm suppose to do to calm down this nut job," he said scratching his head. He shrugged and forced her up against his chest. "Calm down this instant," he snarled at her. She struggled more violently, screaming the same words of before. "I said CALM DOWN!" he barked slapping her in the face. She went limp in his arms only realizing that he had knocked her out. "Well at least she won't make a racket anymore," he said putting her on the bed again. Strange girl, he thought. Very strange, indeed.


Kayla woke up with a stinging pain on her left cheek. She turned her body around, crashing it into Joker's. She gulped, remembering last night's frenzy. "Care to tell me why you went loony last night?" he asked.

"I, uh, hardly remember," she whispered. "I think I dreamed about my step-father killing my mother?" she said sitting up on the side of the bed. "But, he couldn't have," she whispered. She remembered her step-father being nice to her; always bringing her presents after he had a long business trip. He was like the father she never had. Her own father died before she was born. Her mother never told her how he died, but she said that he isn't in pain anymore.

"Why not though?" asked the Joker. She felt his breath against her ear, making her shiver. His body pressed against her naked back. "Why couldn't your father have killed her?"

She shot him a glare. "Not everyone is like you," she spat. She went to get up, but she came crashing back down against him. He yanked her hair exposing her neck to him. He bit her skin, marking her with more of his other 'love' marks.

"Think back," he said, wrapping his arms around her. "Remember what I told you about me father?" Kayla gasped as his hand brushed between her legs. "About what a fiend he was. Are you sure you dream was more than just a dream, but more like a flashback?"

Kayla shook her head. But she was afraid that he was right. She thought back to her dream, seeing fuzzy images, but the dialogue was very vivid. "I-I don't know," she stammered. "But why would he kill her?" she asked.

"Well, my dear, people just do on an insane rage, don't ya think?" he said letting her go. She sat there for a while thinking about what her step-father had said to her mom a day before the incident. 'You're going to wish you were never born.'

"What drove him to do that?" she asked herself.

"Yeah, well, while you talk to yourself, I'm going out to have business taken care of," he said putting his shoes on. Kayla almost laughed at his choice of socks. But that's why he's the clown.

"Isn't there one day that you can't stop terrorizing Gotham?" she said, glaring at him.

"You know I think you're too smart for your own good," he said pointing his gun at her. He wanted to see the fear in her face, but saw none. Kayla was tiered of crying because of this freak. She saw him smirk and slowly put the gun away. "Be care, kitty, that mouth of yours in going to be your downfall."

Kayla sighed as she watched him go. She stood up and walked into the bedroom. She looked at herself in the mirror. She had red stains around her mouth and neck. "I need a bath," she muttered.

When she got out of the shower, Kayla found food on the counter just like always. Joker didn't come back all day, so she spent it like always, watching TV. She wasn't surprised when they mentioned the Joker on the news like every night.

While she prepared her dinner, the door flew open. Her eyes widen in shook. There stood the same man that was most likely the cause of her mother's dead. "Sam Marni," she whispered. "Why didn't I notice before? That name sounded so familiar. You work for the Joker," she said to him.

"With him not for him and it's Sal Maroni," he corrected her. "Do I know you? I feel like I've seen you before. Have we met? I would have remembered a pretty face," he said reaching for her. She backed away and slapped him across the face.

"You killed my mother, you son of a bitch," she yelled.

He looked at her as he held the side of his face. "Ah, I know who you are. Kayla. You look just like her, ever her character," he sneered. "I can see why the Joker likes you so much," he said looking at her up and down. "Very tempting. Your mother deserved what she got. She was nothing more than a whore and it looks like your following in her footsteps."

Kayla felt her blood boil. She looked at him in disgust and gave him a low blow. Maroni fell over, groaning in pain. She took this time to run out the front door. "Get her!" she heard him yell behind her. She went into a nearby warehouse, trying to hide from Maroni's gang. She quickly hid behind the wooden boxes, crouching down, trying not to be seen.

Kayla watched as they searched around for her. She let out a breath when she saw them leave out of the warehouse. She crawled out from her hiding place, but stopped when a pair of shiny shoes stepped in front of her. Her eyes traveled up to meet his. He had a stupid smug look on of his face that made her want to smack it off his face.

"There's no running from the past," said grabbing her chin and forced her up to his level.

"So my dream was true. You killed my mother because she found out what kind of business you were doing," she spat.

"Oh, come on, Kayla. Remember me? I'm dad. I always brought you toys whenever I came back home," he said stroking her hair.

"Yeah, and you burned them, just like the memories I had of you because they were worth nothing," she growled. She took a deep breath and hit him again on the crotch.

As she ran towards the door, she bumped into someone who held her around the waist.

"Leave, Maroni, before I cut up of your thugs into little pieces, including yours and send them back to your wife and the rest of their family," said the Joker. Kayla had never been happier to see him.

"Fine we'll leave," he huffed. "But know this Kayla. I will come back to you," he said grinning. "Maybe make you my whore, just like mommy."

Kayla was about to tackle him, but Joker held her in his arms. Maroni smirked at her as he passed by and walked to his car. "I don't regret what I did. That bitch deserved it."

Kayla began to struggle again in Joker's arms, but he didn't let her go. She wanted to punch the light out of him. "Let me go, let me kick his candy ass," she said. The car left full speed, making the tires squeal. "Coward," she hissed.

"Candy ass?" asked the Joker, amused.

Kayla shrugged. "Been watching too much wrestling lately," she said.

"Come on, Kitty. Let's get you inside," he said dragging her inside the house. Kayla grabbed the first thing she laid hands on and smashed it across the room. She felt like straggling someone. "Well, I knew you were a feisty one, but never an executioner," he laughed.

"It's not funny, that bastard killed her," she chocked out. She collapsed on the floor and started crying. Joker watched her as she crawled into a ball. He didn't know what to do to make her stop crying. He felt angry that Maroni killed her mother. He felt déjà vu over take him. He didn't know that they were very similar. Both hurt by their fathers.