Sarah was dragged out of the gym by her hair, feeling like a dog being dragged on it's leash. She tried her best to keep up with the Joker's long strides, but fell a couple of times. At one point a chunk of her hair was ripped out, making her screech and her head bleed.

"Keep up the pace, hun." The Joker muttered, grabbing her hair again and continuing to walk.

They passed by a group of masked henchman standing in the hallways and went into a random classroom, the Joker closing the door behind him.

Sarah was thrown into a desk, hitting her side before falling to the ground. Soon enough, though, she was pulled back up on her feet and pinned against the wall by two strong arms.

She looked directly into the eyes of what used to be Jack Napier. "Jack, what happened to you?"

The Joker laughed at her. "Is it the scars? Well, you see, there's a very funny story behind that." He licked his lips and looked up in thought. "Yes, well uh, it was just a couple months after high school. I was going to see my good friend Sarah in college. So I had everything ready, and I was simply waiting at the train station for my train to come when a group of thugs approached me. They flashed a knife and told me to hand over all my money. But you know me, being the stubborn guy I am, didn't listen. I tried to run away, but no, that guy was fast. He caught me, and let me tell you then, I was scared. So, this guy decided he was going to have a little fun. He took out his knife," the Joker took out his own knife and put it up to Sarah's mouth, sliding it between her lips and lightly pressing it against the inside of her cheek. "and put it in my mouth like so. 'Why so serious?' he said, and-" He traced a smile on the inside of her mouth with the knife, though only hard enough to make a shallow cut. After waiting a second and giving her a grin that literally stretched from ear to ear, he slid the knife out of her mouth and put it up to her neck.

"A real funny story." The Joker said, giving a fake laugh while pressing the knife harder against her neck.

Sarah felt her heart beat faster at the feeling of the cold metal going into her skin.

"Sorry about this, hun." The Joker said sarcastically. "You just know a little too much about your old pal. Anyways, the rest of these people are going to be incinerated once I leave. And we both know how much you hate bombs."

A chill went down her spine. It was true. She absolutely hated bombs, so much that she wouldn't even watch a movie if there was a bomb involved in it.

The knife dug deeper into her skin, causing a small drop of blood to emerge from her neck. Sarah was so distracted by the knife that she didn't notice the dark figure standing behind the Joker, not until his hand was wrapped around the clown's neck. She fell to the floor, looking up at her rescuer. At first glimpse she thought she was hallucinating, but no, it was Batman. Nobody in the city had seen him for a year, right after he was accused of murder.

She looked down at the carpeted floor, and watched as another drop of blood fell onto it. Her hand automatically went to the cut. She had been sure she was going to die.

A loud bang caught her attention, and she looked up to see the Joker climbing out of the window and Batman, who was clutching his leg. A stream of blood came from it, most likely caused by the knife. He also departed from the window.

Sarah slowly got up from the floor, using the desk for support.

The bomb. It came to her suddenly, knocking the breath from her lungs.

She barely made it. Sarah was sprinting away from the building as she heard an ear shattering boom.

Her legs stopped working, and she fell to the ground as she watched her old high school go up in flames. Her friends were in there, burning.

Sirens sounded from no certain direction, and the tears started to flow. At first they were just drops, but in no time sobs were racking her body as Sarah laid on the cold ground. It wasn't the fact that her friends were dead that caused them, though. It was the memory of the Joker, climbing through the window as he mouthed three words.

I'll be back.

Meh. Originally I wasn't going to let the school blow up, but when I was writing this I was angry and listening to Evanescence on maximum volume...

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