Another update for you ^.^ Sorry if it's just filler, but I'll try to make it interesting. I'm trying to figure out what I want to happen. Well I know what, just can't decide when it should all go down.

After a quick drive, I had the van pull over in a parking lot for a fast food joint. I didn't feel like waiting until we got back. Everyone stayed in and waited. The clowns didn't want to come in because they thought I was going to kill them or something….and I probably would have. And the Joker didn't come I because…well if you can't figure that out you probably shouldn't be reading this.

I didn't have any money, but I did have a very sneaky clever mind. I waited for someone to come in to the parking lot and throw away their bag, which didn't take long. I grabbed the bag and found a receipt. I waited a good ten minutes, threw away most of the wrappers and marched inside with the trash.

The lunch rush had just ended and I marched up to the counter, slamming that receipt on the counter like I just played a winning hand in a serious poker game.

"Hi! Welcome to McGee's, how may I help you?" cooed the worker of the day. He had the most bullshit smile I have ever seen on a person, ever. I pass him the receipt and look at his nametag. "Well Shawn, my brother was in here ten minutes ago and ordered us food. I don't want to be a bother, but you guys screwed up our order. You only gave us a few things we ordered." I showed him the burger wrapper as evidence, while the receipt was filled with a generous order. He apologized generously, and said he'd gladly replace my order completely. I "reminded" him that I didn't want any onions, and waited.

A few minutes later, he returned with a large bag filled to the brim with oh so delicious food. He apologized again and wished me well, and I thanked him and went on my way.

Scams. Gotta love em.

I hopped into the van, and we drove home. As much as I wanted to scarf everything down in that bag wrapper and all, I decided to wait until I was home. As soon as we were home, I charged up to my room like a bat out of hell, threw myself on my bed, and bit into the first burger I grabbed. It was perfect, until an odd crunch threw me off.

"What the...?" I peeled back the top of the bun to reveal….

"ONIONS! I FUCKING HATE ONIONS! OH FUCK THEM!"

I tore off the onions from every burger, ate my meal, and walked up to the weapons storage room. I picked out a flamethrower, and went to Joker's room. He let me in, enjoying the fact that I was making my self at home with his cache of fun things.

"Oh my, you're looking really feisty beautiful. What set you off, hmm?"

My eye twitched in annoyance. "Onions. I fucking hate onions. Those assholes flippin patties all day didn't fucking listen. That pisses me off. I'll be back."

"I'll be waiting, gorgeous."

I stormed out of there, borrowing a spare car. I laughed the whole way there.

By now it was nightfall, and everyone was gone. Not a single soul in sight. I marched up to that building, and torched that motherfucker. As the flames lit up the night sky, someone hit me from behind. The blow wasn't to strong, and I quickly got back up.

Batman. Oh, fuck.

I tried to fight him off as best as I could, but he was too much. He cuffed me, and waited for the police to pick me up. I still found it to be hilarious, giggling the whole way to the station.

After some interrogation I was deemed crazy, and sent off to the loony bin.

The car ride was silent. I was strapped up in a jacket that made me hug myself. My knife…my beautiful, beautiful knife was gone. They took it from me. I want it. They say I can't have it. I need it. They still say I can't have it. They all look so serious. If only I could make them smile.

I bet I could if I had my knife that Joker gave me… I wonder if he knows what's happened. I miss him already.

They shove pills down my throat and make me swallow and throw me into a room. All white with only a bed and bathroom. I heard the clink of the lock, sealing me away.

I was pissed. I started charging against the door, slamming my body into it as hard as I could. As much as it hurt, I didn't care. I wanted to be free. I had just started living my life. There was no way I was going to let a fucking room hold me back.

All of a sudden, I stumble over to my bed. I'm extremely tired for no reason. Must have been those pills they made me take. The last thing I remember before passing out was the feeling of paint smeared lips against mine.

This isn't going to make him happy.

I've failed him….