Concerts are loud and crowded. How could you expect anything different? There wasn't enough space to move around without hitting your elbow up against another person. Just to make sure he didn't lose her he held tightly on her hand. She didn't seem to mind the lack of space though as she used her free hand to pump at the air with the beat of the music. He smiled. It was nice to know that he could bring her to a loud and crowded place and still enjoy himself. Looking over at her he smiled. She was completely oblivious to his stare, but he didn't mind. As long as she was happy, he was happy.

She sat on the concrete floor, legs crossed and hands resting on her knees. Joker paced the room, shaking his head.

"This just won't do." He muttered to himself. "So you really don't remember anything?" He asked. Maggie nodded. After a few more minutes of pacing, he stopped. "I've got it! I'll just kill you." She flinched.

"Why?" She asked. "I don't remember anything!" Joker tapped his chin, thinking.

"That is true..." He stood there thinking for a long while, until finally speaking again. "I'll probably still kill you." He laughed insanely at his own 'joke'. "But for now, you can sit and watch me destroy Gotham." Laughing again, he turned around to a large computer hanging off of the wall. Other smaller screens hung around it. Maggie rocked back and forth casually. He had said he was going to kill her, and at that moment she had been struck with a spark of fear. But she was ready. If it was going to happen, it happened. There was no stopping fate. "The least I can do is remember my life before." It seemed logical, no matter the pain it gave her. She was going to die anyway. She started to shake slightly as she closed her eyes, taking in a deep breath. She fell into her thoughts, going into the furthest part of her mind. Something came to the front and she saw it as if she had been there. She was in a field sitting on a blanket. Jillian, her dad and her brother sat with her. They laughed and ate. Maggie couldn't help but smile.

Another thing came, she and Jillian screamed at each other in their living room. They were obviously arguing about something. Memory after memory came, good, bad. But then, the worst.

Maggie walked along the sidewalk, taking her evening walk like she did every night. She came to the docks. She liked it here. It was peaceful at night, most of the time that is.

"Hey! You walk by here too? What a coincidence." She heard a familiar voice say behind her. Turning, she saw Chris. She smiled, shaking her head.

"You know I come here all the time." They were best friends, after all. He liked to call them "Super best friends." Which she would agree to that, since best friends definitely wasn't strong enough to describe their relationship. A clanking sound came from the shadows. They both turned, startled. "What was that?" Maggie whispered. Chris shrugged.

"Lets go check it out." He replied keeping his voice low. They slowly walked to the building where it came from, the clanking and noise didn't stop. But only got louder. Maggie looked at the building, it appeared to be a warehouse of some sort. They both looked in through the foggy window. Inside about five to ten large and buff men with white clown masks walked about, carrying boxes and loading them into a van. Another, thinner man stood off to the side. He wore a dark purple tux and white gloves. His face was white, the same like the other men, but this one wasn't a mask. His lips were devil red and his hair was wild and green.

"Hurry it up! We need to get this stuff into the water tonight." He yelled, Maggie raised an eyebrow.

"What does he mean by that?" She asked Chris. He shook his head.

"I don't know." She turned back to the window, watching and listening.

"What are we even doing this for, boss?" One of the men in the masks asked. The other, more formal, man smiled.

"With this concoction that I've made, once it's in the water all of Gotham will wake up, using the infected water for various reasons; showers, food, drinks. And once their bodies have taken the water inside, they will become just like me! That way everyone can always have a smile on their face." He laughed manically, throwing his head back and his arms into the air.

"Uh, but didn't you already try to turn someone into you? And he ended up turning into The Creeper. And you didn't really like that-" The purple clothed man whacked the other man on the back of the head.

"We don't need to mention past failures." Maggie turned around. She needed to tell someone! This guy was going to ruin the entire city! She started to walk quickly way, only to fall, tripping on something. She hit the hard ground loudly. All the noise coming from inside the warehouse had stopped abruptly.

"Crap." Maggie scolded herself.

"Get up! They're coming!" Chris yelled, grabbing Maggie by the arm and pulling her up to her feet. They ran for what felt like forever, Maggie looked behind her several times, seeing that the buff men were falling behind. She held onto Chris's hand tightly, afraid that if she were to let go she would fall behind as well and be left there. They stopped all of a sudden. Maggie looked in front of her to see the reason. The man in the purple suit stood before them. Chris pushed Maggie behind him.

"And where might you be going?" The man laughed. He brought his hand to the green flower on his suit. "Sweet dreams." He waved with his other hand, then squeezed the flower. A dark gas came from it, spraying their way. Chris jumped out of the way. But Maggie didn't move fast enough. The gas spread around her and she immediately became drowsy. She fell to the ground, her vision beginning to blur. She saw Chris start to run away. He looked back once, but other than that he continued on. The other clown men ran after him. Then she passed out.

Her mind felt new. All of the new images of the past, memories filled her thoughts. They all came back faster than she could have imagined. And it actually wasn't as bad as she had thought it to be after she had tried the first time in the hospital. "He... left me." She realized. She was like this, because Chris had left her there. He didn't try to help her, he just ran. Someone started snapping their fingers in her face, and she looked up into the eyes of the crazed clown.

"I need your help with something." He whispered. She raised an eyebrow,

"What could you possibly need my help with?"

"I'm not sure how to kill you. I have so many options. I've landed on either my electric chair or feed you to my hyenas." She didn't faze at either of his choices. Just turned away from him.

"I really don't care how you do it, just make sure it works."

"What? You mean you want to die? Well that's no fun." He crossed his arms. Maggie didn't say anything after that. She just watched him set up the chair which had many different cords and wires connected to it. Suddenly someone fell from the window in the ceiling. Glass shattered everywhere, Maggie lifted her arms over her face protecting herself from being hit. She peeked out from her arms to see Joker and a dark figure everyone knew in Gotham; Batman. They fought, until Joker escaped sending his henchmen after Batman. The dark hero took them all down quickly and proficiently. He then continued on to beat Joker. Which he did. He dragged him across the floor and towards the door of the building. Maggie stood, coming out in front of him. He might have shown shock at the sight of her, but she wouldn't know since she couldn't see through his mask.

"Take me with you?" She said. It was more of a question then a request. But he nodded,

"Follow me. I'll bring you home." He said. She couldn't help but smile. She was going to be escorted home by the dark knight. Protector of Gotham. Batman.