This one is a bit gruffer and not as happy.
So get ready.
DC owns Batman
I own Scarlett
Warner Brother's owns DK

--

Scarlett POV:

Scarlett took off the rest of her clothes, and turned the shower on, leaning against the side of it for support. She felt the water drizzle down her face, and hair. She thought back to earlier in the day. When the realization had hit her. At that moment, she had felt like a different person. She was no longer Scarlett, because that girl was weak, and could never kill anyone. The water hit the diamond cut from earlier which was beginning to scab over already, then her leg, and she sighed.

Why didn't he leave her back there? She had nothing of value to him.

Joker POV:

Jack went over to the sink while Scarlett was in the shower, got a washcloth and took off his makeup. He glanced over to the shower curtain. He could see her perfect little silhouette. He looked away and shook his head, and quickly left the room. Jack put on his sweatpants, laid on the bed, and turned on the TV to distract himself. It didn't work. His mind kept drifting to Scarlett. In the shower…

He leaned off the bed, and grabbed his trench coat. He then, pulled out the diamond, and looked at it. Tomorrow, he was to trade it with the Takashi family.

Their family made good weapons, and the Joker bartered with them when he could.

He turned the channel to the news, "Today, the Gotham City Fire Department was attacked and we believe it is under the demands of a terrorist."

Heh. Terrorist.

They honestly didn't believe that one man could set this up, did they? Scarlett came out of the bathroom in her oversize shirt and shorts. Her hair was still wet. She climbed in the bed, without asking questions, and laid on her back.

Jack leaned onto his side facing her, propping his head on his hand, "So you've never killed anyone before tonight, have you Carlie?"

Scarlett eyes flipped open, and she rolled away from him, facing the wall. She didn't want to think about that.

He pressed on, "Is that a no?"

She didn't answer.

"I have." he admitted dumbly.

She rolled her eyes. Of course he had. Was he trying to scare her?

"You never answered my question, Carlie."

"Quit calling me that." she grumbled.

"What would you prefer me to call you? Ingrid?"

"I don't know anymore… Wait what?!" she flipped over.

"Ingrid. It is you middle name, right?" he smirked.

"How the fuck do you know that?!"

"I heard it on the news."

She groaned. "Whatever, goodnight."

A moment passed. "You still haven't answered my question." He remarked sheepishly.

"Goodnight, Jack."

Scarlett slammed her eyelids shut, and soon fell to sleep.

She had a dream. She was at her job at Joy. A men's club.

And once she got onto that stage, she was no longer her normal shy self. She wore a brown wig and cosmetic contacts to make her eyes green, so she wouldn't look like her self. She had a skimpy, black, lacy thong on, and a matching black lacy bra. Her wig was as long as her regular hair, and stick straight hanging to her waist.

Her body moved gracefully with the music, and her hips moved rhythmically as she came into contact with the long brass pole. She pulled her body up it, and split her legs open wide, slowly going back down with the pole in-between them. She winked at a man who was eyeing her, then walked over to him, swinging her small hips in tune to the music. She straddled his lap, facing him, and grinded her body into his crotch. She pushed her breasts into his face, as he moaned.

When the song ended, he slipped a hundred dollar bill into her underwear.

More than she had ever gotten from one man. She grinned up at him. "How about if I buy you a drink, beautiful?" he asked. She couldn't say no.

He bought her three martinis. And she was getting drunk.

"Hey do you want to go some where, where we can talk?" Scarlett agreed. "Would you mind if my friends came?" Scarlett said nothing. He nodded his head to his two friends who nodded their heads back.

They went out behind the building. They began to kiss her hands and neck. Then one of em said, "Hey baby get on your knees." She refused. He pushed her down, and unzipped his pants. One of them began to kiss her neck. Another pulled her panties off. She said nothing. The one who pulled her panties off pulled his pants down. The first one stuffed his cock into her mouth. She tried to scream, but that only made him moan. The one who was kissing her neck started jerking off. And the one who just undid his pants, entered her butt from behind. She felt the tears stream down her face.

After about thirty minutes, they were done fulfilling their physical needs, so they began to beat her. She could hear her ribs breaking. They kicked her, and punched her, until she was bruised and bled. They laughed while they did it too. Then they turned their backs, and she spied a metal bar laying next to the trashcan. She crawled over to it. She grabbed it and limped over to the men. Her face was emotionless. She used all her strength, and swung it so hard at the first man's head he fell to the ground, dead. Then she whacked the second man in the gut. He doubled over, and she clubbed him from the ground up, breaking his nose, and knocking him onto his back. The third began to run, pulling out his cell phone as he did. She knew she couldn't chase him. She dropped the bar and fell to her knees. She didn't notice that the second man got up, and picked up the bar. He swapped the back of her head, knocking her out.

When she awoke, she was inside of the dumpster, her arm twisted in a strange angle. She leaned up, only to be met with immense pain from her broken ribs, and countless bruises. She tried to stand. She could, but barely. She flopped from the dumpster on the concrete a few feet below. She screamed in pain. She began to cry as she limped over to her car, parked in the back. She was completely naked, she realized. She made it, and reached into her backseat for a t-shirt and shorts, and changed quickly. Then she pulled an emergency key out under her seat, and plugged it in.

Scarlett started her car, and the radio turned on. The song was "In pieces" by Linkin Park. She backed out of the parking lot. She got onto the freeway, heading north. She began to pant. She began to cry. And scream. Yet listened to the lyrics.

"There's truth in your lies,
Doubt in your faith.
All I've got's what you didn't take.

So I, I won't be the one,
Be the one to leave this,
In pieces.
And you, you will be alone,
Alone with all your secrets,
And regrets.
Don't lie."

God damn it!! Why did this have to happen!! She got off onto an exit. Then pulled off onto a side road. She pushed the gas pedal harder.

"So I, I won't be the one,
Be the one to leave this,
In pieces.
And you, you will be alone,
Alone with all your secrets,
And regrets.
Don't lie."

She drove faster, and cried harder. The guitar solo started. She drove straight. Faster. She smiled a little as she saw a building ahead. She closed her eyes.

Her car hit the concrete wall going 90 miles an hour.

When she awoke she saw a brown haired man sitting in the chair across the room. He noticed she was awake now.

He smiled warily, "Hello ma'am. I'm the one who found your car. My name is Bruce Wayne."

--

Now I REALLY would look up the song if you have never heard it.
It is absotutly amazing, and fits the scene nicely.
Reviews make me happy :)