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WARNINGS: Contains EXTREME violence and female character abuse. (Let's be real it's a Joker fic...you knew there would be violence)

Nova Lee

Chapter 10

Getting into Arkham wasn't exactly easy…because I had no reputation as a big time criminal…I would most likely be sent to Blackgate for any small time crime. So that meant whatever I did would have to be big…even if it wasn't real. So I sat in our living room, papers strewn about, trying to decide what would be the best way into the Asylum. I couldn't just do some small time thing…it had to be so crazy that there was no DOUBT that I required psychiatric help. Granted…joining the Joker willingly should be proof enough. But the doctors at Arkham liked extravagant crimes…things that would make them famous if they could rehabilitate and fix the person that acted on them. Well…I guess I would be one giant disappointment when it came to screwing the cork back on my bottle. Still…I would humor them and let them try.

Just as I was about to give up on the whole idea and begrudgingly admit to Joker that he was right and that I was wrong…I found an interesting article in the newspaper catch my eye. I lifted it up and read it carefully…Bruce Wayne to Host 50th Galla Event at the Gotham Museum of Modern Art. I felt my lips twist upwards into a smile and taking a red pen scratched out a couple words renaming the article what would surely be in the headlines the next day.

"Nova Lee Joker CRASHES 50th Galla Event at Gotham Museum of Modern Art."

I jumped up onto my feet and left to get everything ready…including assembling a team of clowns that would do my bidding, my ensemble, and just what I was planning to do in order to REALLY let people know that I meant business. I ran into Mr. J's office to tell him the good news but I found him to be missing, so I just left the article on his desk with a giant kiss mark in red lipstick on it. He would get the message. I had only two nights to prepare for my departure…that wasn't nearly enough time to not only go shopping but get my entire act together, but one must do with what one has.

—Time Skip—

Two nights passed quickly before it was opening night and I still had no clue where Mr. J had gotten himself to. I had hoped to really say goodbye before I left…who knew how long it would be until we saw one another again. Oh well…his loss then. I turned to Johnny as I was getting ready to get on the van with the rest of our boys and smiled.

"Make sure you let Mr. J know that I'm gonna find Harley."

"Kid I think this is a terrible idea," he sighed. "If you get sent to Blackgate… they will eat a pretty thing like you alive…and Arkham is worse. You don't know what you are getting yourself into."

"Relax Johnny," I smiled. "I'm a lot tougher than I look…besides…you think those quacks got anything on me? I'm the new face of a new generation of classic criminal!"

I kissed his cheek quickly, smearing red lipstick on him before slamming the van doors and instructing the driver to make his way to the Galla. The ride was bumpy and a real bitch when it came to fixing my lipstick after that smooch I gave Johnny. I growled at the driver that if he bumped me one more time I would shove this lipstick so far down his throat he would be shitting the start of a very monochromatic rainbow.

As we arrived at the over crowded museum, I instructed the clowns to park in the back and take their positions as staff of the ball. I walked around front to ease my way in with the crowd dropping a small gift into one of the donation plates on my way. I smiled and nodded at a few of the richer guests and went to admire several of the paintings that had not been unveiled yet. I removed a champagne glass from one of the silver platters and sipped from it, making a face. Ugh…it was like roided up Sprite…and rich people liked this weak shit? No thank you. I dumped the rest in a nearby plant and left the crystal flute on one of the marble benches.

I checked my watch nonchalantly and smirked. Fifteen minutes left until the big SHEBANG! I giggled softly to myself as a man came up to stand beside me. I cleared my throat and pretended to maintain some interest in the entirely boring portrait in front of me.

"It's interesting isn't it?" he commented, his voice rich and dark.

"Hm?" I said. "Yeah…if a black dot in the middle of a giant white canvas is your thing. I remember back when you actually had to be able to paint to be considered an artist."

The man chuckled.

"I guess you have a point…" he turned towards me and held out his hand. "Bruce Wayne."

I smiled politely and shook his hand.

"Nova Lee…" I said simply. "Pleasure to meet ya."

"You seem a little young to be attending one of these things…are you with one of the universities?"

"Am I really that transparent?" I teased. "Yeah. I came to score some extra points in a class I am failing. I guess modern art really isn't my thing…but you know how it is with electives. But…whatever it takes to make daddy proud."

I smiled flawlessly at him, seeing one of my boys serve another rich hag a drink. Good…I could see they were all getting into position.

"I'm so sorry, Mr. Wayne," I said interrupting him. "Where is the ladies room?"

He seemed a bit taken aback by my sudden change of subject, but nevertheless he pointed me in the correct direction and giving him another grateful smile, I disappeared down the hallway. I however, didn't go into the bathroom…but rather began making my way towards a maintenance room. I had mapped out this damn place before I had even dared to plan this job. I had spent the two days memorizing every escape route, not that it would matter, as well as all of the weak spots and this included the sprinkler system. It had taken some doing, but I had managed to get a hold of a neurotoxin through one of daddy's contacts that would absorb through their skin the moment it made contact. I would be protected because…fuck…I had dived into a vat at ACE chemicals and survived…I had also tested it on myself and no dice, no more painful than a Mr. J beating… as for the boys that had volunteered to join me on this job…well…it would be a worthy sacrifice to get Harley back.

It was called Gympie-Gympie…This green, leafy bush with heart-shaped foliage would cause the rich pigs of Gotham to undergo extreme itching so painful that it has been known to kill dogs, horses, and drive humans mad with agony. It sounded like a wonderful Friday night to me! And it also made me feel vindicated as a street urchin of Gotham. When I was a nothing… these rich fucks looked at me with disgust…none of them helped…they just turned their noses up at me…and walked on with their nose turned towards the sky. This time…I would get the best kind of revenge. I would make them all feel the pain I felt year after year…and just like I had…they would submit to it and become maddened!

Using my gun that I equipped with a homemade silencer-thanks Google-I was able to blow the top off the water tank and drop the concentrated toxin into it. I could hear it fizzling with want and slowly dancing as I heard the music from the Gallery, I hummed happily and laughed. I spun around in my, long, crimson, dress; closing my eyes and immersing myself in this happy feeling that was enveloping me. I could fee a certain amount of peace surround me and I opened my eyes just as the little timer on my watch went off. It was time to REALLY get this party going.

I walked out into the hall and waited by the stage nodding to one of my men. He reached into his jacket, pulled out a rubber clown mask and stuck it over his face. I looked up as Bruce Wayne took the stage and began speaking and humming softly counted down on my left hand.

"Five…four…three….two…one…"

With a loud crack the lights went out and everyone began to murmur and whisper panicked. I took the stage with two of the clowns, shoving Bruce Wayne from the podium onto the hard floor with a loud thud. I threw my dress down to the floor, revealing a pair of tight red and black latex leggings and black, jeweled, corset. I removed my hair from the bun and shook the curls loose just as the lights came back on..

"Good EVENING Ladies and Germs of Gotham!" I announced. "I apologize for the rude interruption Mr. Wayne…but listening to you talk is like having to endure nails scrape across a ten mile long chalkboard. Just excruciating!"

I laughed and watched them all.

"Oh, how rude of me!" I smiled. "I forgot to introduce myself! My name is Nova Lee…Nova Lee JOKER!"

The name hung heavily in the room as I watched their faces twist with fear and concern. I laughed excitedly and taking out my gun aimed it at the sprinkler above me.

"Why am I here you may ask? Well…let me fill you in! You see, you gluttonous pigs come into this beautiful hall while all the poor around you in Gotham suffer, scrape, and BEG for madness to release them from their prison. And do any of you offer your billions to help them? NO! You come to parties like this, drinking fizzy piss, and blow your money on shit paintings that a five year old with dyslexia could paint. Well…consider tonight your wakeup call Gotham…but don't be afraid…"

I cocked the gun with a click that seemed deafening in such a quiet room.

"It'll only hurt for the rest of your miserable life…"

I fired the shot and it only took a couple minutes before the lights dimmed once more and a fire alarm began ringing loudly in our ears. Then I felt it…the prickle of the toxin as it POURED down in buckets on everyone. The screaming was immediate as they all succumbed to the toxin and I laughed, jumping up and down as the water poured onto me. I could feel the sting, but I LOVED the sensation. It burned with he fire of my hatred for all these rich fucks and I had never felt so alive in all my life. I watched as my men fell to my feet and I slid off the stage into the crowd. My makeup was running down my face and I could barely see through the sheets of water…but I didn't miss him crashing through the glass ceiling towards me. The shards rained down and I watched frozen as a river of black fluttered around him. I could see what enticed Mr. J so much about the Batman…he new how to make one Hell of an entrance. But this was MY mother fucking party!

He stood in front of me and grabbed me by the throat, lifting me from the floor.

"What took you so long B-Man?!" I croaked out, laughing at him. "You stole something from my daddy and I…and I want. it. back."

He snarled at me and with a laugh I reached into a hidden holster I kept around my calf and slammed a knife into his side so that he would drop me. Even if I knew I had to get caught that didn't fucking me I would make it easy for him. I fell to the ground with a splash and came up sputtering slightly.

"Ooh! Cold!" I grinned. "C'mon Batsy…come swim with me."

He moved to kick me, but I quickly pushed myself through the water so that I would glide back away from the massive, black, boot.. I stood up and running towards him raised my gun to get another shot off…but before I could fire a black sharp object smacked into my hands and my gun went flying. I yelped and before I could properly react I felt a fist make contact with my cheek. I fell back again, hitting my head hard against the stage.

"Youtch!" I snapped. "Nooo….fair bats…you cheated…"

I could feel my vision fade and I grinned at him.

"And yet…can you even say you won? All of these people…are done for…and you cannot even save one of them…sheesh…talk about a party really dying out."

Laughing at him I gasped as I felt an extreme force against my face once more and everything went dark.

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