CHAPTER 5
Jade was lost.
She had never gone walking around Gotham before.
It had always been taxi, school, taxi, work, and taxi home, so when she began walking aimlessly around town, she quickly found herself in a seedy neighborhood.
She wasn't in the mindset to think about directions though.
All she could feel was the rain pounding against her body, and the depression that was constricting her lungs.
She passed a pawn shop, with its antiques and useless junk cluttering up the display window.
She passed a Deli where a bunch of old men were sitting together in their loneliness.
She passed an alleyway where two people were shooting up behind an old dumpster.
She passed a gun shop, and she stopped.
It would be so easy.
Easier that taking a cab home.
Easier than going to work the next day.
Easier than making another visit to the asylum.
Click. Bang.
And then no more.
Jade pushed the door open, a bell jingling to notify the owner that she had walked in.
A short balding man with greedy eyes looked at her from behind the counter.
She pulled out her credit card.
"I have three thousand dollars on this card. I need a gun."
He smiled.
And then his mouth dropped in horror.
"Ha ha ha ha he he he a-ho ho hooo..."
Jade turned, and three feet in front of her, there stood The Joker. Laughing.
She turned back to the man at the counter.
"Could you shoot me before he does?"