Thought this would brighten everyone's mood...couldnt sleep last night because of all of the ideas running throuhg my head..so, enjoy!!

disclamier :I only own Victoria, the nurse, and Jasper Davidson's father. The Joker, his quptes , and his calling card belong to DC comics 8D

Jasper woke up in the Gotham General Hospital. He turned his head slightly, looking fearfully for his father, but he wasn't anywhere. Just after he woke up, a nurse entered his room. He was all alone. He watched the nurse walk towards him with cautious eyes. She smiled, and then quickly erased it, looking at his own face. He looked towards the mirror, but the nurse had hidden it.

"Its Jasper Davidson, correct?" She asked ,looking at his chart. He nodded, then winced. His cheeks hurt…a lot…. The nurse smiled, and then stopped it again. She walked the side of the bed, looking at the machines he was hooked up to.

"Wha…..wha….."He tried to ask, but it hurt him to do so. The nurse quickly shushed him, and he was quiet. She hummed some tune, and Jasper couldn't place it. She walked towards the door, and Jasper made a noise that made her stop. He looked frantically for paper, anything to write on so he could ask her about his father. She handed him her pen wordlessly when he motioned for it. She watched him quietly as he scribbled something down in his messy scrawl.

Where is my father? Nathaniel Davidson? Did he check me into the hospital? He scribbled. The nurse glanced at it then shook her head. Once. Jasper sighed, then winced. The nurse turned to leave again, but she turned around at Jasper's noise. He scribbled something else down, and she waited patiently.

Who checked me in? Where is my father? This he circled twice, and drew a line underneath it to emphasize it. How long will I be here? What did he do to me? Again, the nurse looked it over, then she sighed. She pursed her lips, and wet them quickly, popping them slightly as she thought of something to say. Jasper winced at how loud it seemed to be to him. HE never did like loud noises.

"A Ms. DuVall checked you in. Said she heard a scream, then another scream, and when she went to your apartment, you were sprawled by the open door, and your mother was…well, she wasn't in one piece." Jasper shivered, for he remembered this.

"She checked you in. As for your father, no one has seen him for three days. Do you…do you really want to see what he did to you?" She asked, her eyebrow arching upwards. Jasper nodded, and she slowly walked to the bathroom. She held out a little mirror, clearly her own by the way it matched everything she owned, and he took it carefully. She watched his face as he slowly held it up so he could see his face.

"I asked first. Can I have my mirror back?" She asked, holding out her hand. Jasper put it back in her hand, seeming to go into shock. His own father did this to him? He picked up the pad of paper, and he scribbled something down. The nurse sighed, but she bared it.

How long will I be in here? He wrote. The nurse sighed, then turned to the door.

"Two weeks." She said, and Jasper lapsed back into sleep, her words echoing in her mind along with the sight of the Cheshire cat smile now carved onto his face. A constant reminder of what his father was capable of.

"Well, Jasper, its time for your….."the nurse said as she walked into his room. She looked at the empty bed, then at the open window. She walked quickly to the window, and she looked out.

"There's no way…2 stories high, and he survived?" she said to herself. She turned to the door, but a flutter of paper made her turn around. She picked up the envelope, looking at the drawing. It was a quick picture of a girl, one she recognized as the Princess, and the nurse shuddered. Next to it was a jotted note.

Please deliver this letter to this girl. Her name is Victoria. There was an odd signature, and the nurse looked closer. It was a outline of a Joker from a card deck.

--5 Years Later--

The woman walked out of the club, her steps steady. She never drank. Her long blonde hair was neatly pulled back into a half bun, and the messy spirals of hair drooped out of the arrangement. She walked calmly towards the quieter part of the city, humming a tune from the club. She kept walking, aware that she was being followed. She didn't panic, and she didn't turn around to face her attacker. She could tell it was a man, and they always were either too drunk or too stupid to recognized her after she went clubbing. She heard him speed up, shoes stepping heavily on the concrete. Definitely drunk. A blade was pressed to her skin, and she stopped, but not in fear. She wasn't afraid of anything. She kept her head turned away from the drunk behind her, and she felt his hot breath on her skin.

"Hey, doll face, wanna go have some fun?" he said, and she could smell the alcohol on his breath. Vodka. Nasty Stuff. She turned her head slightly, and he shifted his weight, so he was leaning on her.

"I asked you a question, doll face. You gunna answer?" he asked, and the blade bit deeper, making her bleed. She didn't cry out, for she was used to this. He was just adding to her scar collection. She turned her head sharply, showing him the scar that went form her eyebrow down to her chin. The man recoiled in fear, and he dropped the knife. She caught it by the handle, and she flipped it, getting used to its weight. The man was whimpering now, for she had moved to straddle him, the knife pressed into his own throat.

"No." She said, and the man was dead before he could scream. The woman reached down to wipe off the knife on the man's now blood soaked clothes, pocketed the knife, and walked away.

In the other part of town, a man walked towards the narrows, his face hidden. Most people shied away from him because they recognized his clothes. He was well known in this part of town. He always left a calling card.

"Hmmm…what to do.. ah…tonight…" he muttered, and most of the people vacated the store he had entered. He was wearing a purple hoodie, and there was a hint of a green shirt. His pats were black ,and they appeared to be denim. HE reached into his back pocket, and he pulled out a switchblade. HE had recently …acquired…it from his latest murder. The storeowner instantly put his hands into the air. The man pulled back his hood, and the owner cringed. The blade was singing through the air as the man juggled with it. The man's eyes were on the storeowners, and he started to laugh.

"Heh ha ah…. Why so…Serious?" HE said, and the storeowner opened his mouth to scream, and instead got a knife in the head. HE fell limply over the counter, and the man wrenched it out of his head."Let's put a smile on that face !" he said, and he cut open the mans cheeks, so that it was the same as his own smile. HE then dropped a card onto the dead body as he walked out. The card fluttered to the countertop, and it landed right side up, showing a Joker card. The man walked out cackling to himself, and everyone ran from him as they got a good look at his face.

Cliffy!! I know, Im eviel...(and I can never speel...) so, tell me what you think about it when you REVIEW!!