Names through history.
Jester sat on an old gargoyle staring out at Arkham City.
Jester sniggered to herself. Arkham City, Death City, City of madness and her favourite City of Hell. They were the many names Arkham City was known as.
Jester grinned to herself when she realised that she almost had as many names as the City.
She started life as Jessica Turner. A normal kid with a normal life. A family that loved her and a sister she loved more then the whole world.
Jester jumped off the gargoyle to the floor below and started running.
Jessica Turner, now there was name.
Jester ran to the court house and sneaked inside.
"30 days have September, April, June and November…."
Jester paused and looked down the corridor for the old cells.
Julian Day, now there's a name. A name she would never forget.
Julian killed Jessica Turner's life as she knew it. Her childhood died the moment he slit her mother's throat.
She remembered how scared she was and how terrified her mother was. Her sister didn't seem to care.
But Sasha was always odd.
Jester shook her head to get rid of that memory. "Some things just aren't worth remembering." she muttered to herself as she left the court house.
Out side in the cold air of Arkham Jester could feel the memories leaving her mind.
Grinning she climbed up the building and jumped across the roofs towards the steel mill.
Once she was there it was nice to be around the thugs she knew and were friends with.
She knew what it was like to be a little guy so she didn't boss them around too much.
"Hey, Jest, what Ya' doing?" shouted one of the thugs.
Jester grinned. "Oh you know me Mikey, I'm always up to something. I can't stop I'm afraid, just passing through. Goodbye and watch out for those flying rodents."
Mikey chuckled. "You too Jest, You too. See Ya' Twitch!"
Jester smiled and walked off.
Twitch. Another brilliant name.
She was given it when she hot-wired cars. Something, in the old days, she did a lot. The problem was she did it to often and she began to twitch whenever she saw a car, just in anticipation of getting it. Plus whenever she was nervous or overconfident she would begin to twitch then too and so Twitch was born.
Jester giggled to herself. "So many names, so hard to keep track which one I am."
Jester walked down out of the steel mill and headed to the Iceberg Lounge. She was still on friendly terms with Ozzie he would still let her in.
Grinning Jester walked into the Iceberg Lounge and sat in her favourite spot.
Jester pulled a pack of cards out of her pocket and began to shuffle them.
"A little young to be in here aren't you Jester?"
Jester grinned and looked up at Edward Nigma, or the Riddler to most people but to her, he was Eddie.
"I'm a criminal Eddie. Does it look like a follow rules?" she said grinning.
Edward smiled a tiny bit and sat with her. "Any reason you have your cards out?" he asked.
Jester shrugged. "No. Just looking at them."
On the other side of the Lounge they heard one of the thugs say to his friend. "You're Ace man!"
Jester giggled to herself. "I thought I was Ace."
Edward looked at her and raised an eyebrow.
Jester smiled. "Here, I'll explain. Before I got pushed into that vat of chemicals I used to be called Ace by the gypsies I lived with. They called me that because I was brilliant at cards and I always beat them. I was Ace. Ace at many things. My sister got nick named Mask because she was always hiding behind one. She collected them too, had a bit of an obsession about them. So she was Mask and I was Ace."
Edward stared at her. "I never knew that."
"There's a lot of things you don't know about me Eddie. I'm a mystery and a pretty good one if you ask me." said Jester grinning.
"I wasn't. But I would have to agree with you. You have had a lot of names haven't you?" said Edward picking up a card from Jester's deck.
"Everyone gets given nick names Eddie." said Jester as she pulled the Queen of Clubs from the deck.
"Yes. That is true. Broken reflection, that's what Scarecrow calls you. Little Queen of Clubs, that's what Jervis calls you. Croc calls you Baby 'J'. Joker calls you Kiddo'. Harley calls you Humbug. Switch calls you Neon. Deadshot calls you Punch Line. The list is endless. How do you cope?" asked Edward.
Jester smiled. "You just get used to what people call you. Besides I like it. I like the nick names."
"More names to hide behind?" asked Edward placing the card back on the deck.
Jester grinned "Exactly."
Edward smiled. "So many names. So many personalities. It's amazing that you've managed to get this far without mixing them up."
Jester smiled. "It is isn't it? Any how I must be off. T.T.F.N!"
Edward sat there and watched Jester walk towards the exit. "Goodbye little trouble maker. Look after yourself and don't live up to the nick name I've given you."
Jester grinned at him. "I'll try."
Jester ,after a long time of walking, finally found herself at the Ace chemical building. The place where Jester was created.
She could remember how scared she was, how hurt she was when her sister didn't save her. How much the chemicals burned her skin.
Jester shook her head. "Go away. Stupid memories!"
"Hello sister dearest."
Jester paused and turned around to see her sister, Sasha but now she was Sorrow.
"Hello Sorrow. What do you want?" asked Jester grabbing her cane.
Sorrow smiled. "I want you buried in the ground." she shouted as she launched herself at her.
It's always like this between us, thought Jester. We always fight like this.
Sorrow and Jester tussled for a bit but Sorrow got the upper hand and stabbed Jester in the shoulder.
Jester cried out but was able to kick her sister off her, get up and jump of the building.
Running alone the roof tops Jester dived through a window into an old shop.
Her skin screamed in pane from the broken bits of glass that stuck into her but she couldn't stop, not now.
She ran down the stairs to the ground floor, ran out onto the street and ran.
She didn't stop running, she's never stop running. She's always running away from her past and her life and her memories.
Finally she reached her destination.
"I did tell you to be careful." scolded Edward as he pulled another shard of glass from Jester's leg.
Jester winced. "It wasn't my fault Eddie."
"Can't you do anything without getting into trouble?" asked Edward as he cleaned her cuts.
Jester folded her arms. "I'm a victim of circumstance."
"I can tell."
"It wasn't my fault! I was I supposed to know my insane sister would try to kill me?! Believe it or not Eddie, I don't know when she's planing to do such things. It's not like I have a calendar with all the dates my sister is going to try and kill me." snapped Jester. "Oh look it's October 8th, I bester go to Crime Ally, at seven because my sister will be there at half six and I want to be fashionably late for my near death experience!"
Edward sighed and pulled another shard of glass from her leg. "If you had a middle name it would be trouble maker." he muttered.
Jester glared at him. "And yours would be self absorbed idiot!" she snapped at him.
Edward glared at her.
"Or ego maniac!" Jester yelled at him.
Edward slapped the back of her head. "Watch your mouth Jessica."
Jester giggled but it was dark and Edward didn't like it. "Edward. Jessica's dead. Jester is the only one left now. Remember that."
Jester was out on the streets again beating up some poor idiot.
She enjoyed all of the different nick names, she enjoyed all of the different people she had been, but Jester was her favourite.
THE END.