CAnt stop myself from writing this story...so, enjoy antoher long chapter!

same disclaimer!! (yes, I killed of f teh nurse, sorry, if people thought she would be coming back, she's not!)

The woman let herself into her apartment, and she locked the door firmly behind her. She slipped out of her dress, and she let it fall to the floor. It wouldn't stay there, but for now she would let it sit. She walked over to her closet, and she pulled out a oversized t-shirt and a pair of boxers, a picture of a joker on the left leg. She pulled on her clothes as she headed to the kitchen. She turned on her small TV as she headed to her fridge. She ducked down behind the door as the TV whirled into life.

"- And we just got news of a new villain in Gotham. He always leaves a calling card-" the report was talking calmly, but there was a hint of fear in her voice. The woman reared back, looking at the screen for any hints of the identity of this new villain. The screen showed a picture of a Joker card, and the woman smiled.

"Welcome home, Jasper." She said, and she turned to her window, for it was open. Sitting on her couch was a figure, and she could tell it wasn't asleep. She smiled as she walked closer, flicking on the lamp that was beside her. The figure blinked, then looked up at her.

"Hello, Victoria. Its…ah…..so good to be home…" Jasper said, and he licked his lips. Victoria smiled, and she inclined her head in a polite nod.

"Oh, yes….I ah…go by another name now, doll face…." He said, and he suddenly felt the pressure of a knife against his throat. Victoria was leaning casually beside him, and the slightest shift in her weight would cause his neck to come unattached to his body. HE popped his lips, and he glanced between the knife and Victoria's face, cocking his head to the side in a childish manner.

"Call Me Doll Face One More Time…." She growled lightly, and Jasper laughed, the motion of the couch causing her to lean on the knife a little more. A trickle of blood slid down his neck to be stopped by his shirt.

"My…ah…apologies, Victoria…he said, and she quickly moved to stand in front of him. HE stood up as well, and he walked to the TV. He clapped his hands at the picture of himself that was placed on the screen.

"I ah.. look good on screen…."He said, and he cackled again. Victoria sighed, and she walked over to the letter that was hanging on the fridge. She pointed at it, and Jasper turned to her, his haunted eyes watching her every move.

"Well, Jasper-" at this, he hissed and moved forward, his hand on his beloved switchblade. Victoria didn't even blink at the knife that was now on her throat, but Jasper tried to pull away form the knife at his. They were locked together, and they both looked into each other's eyes defiantly.

"Now can I finish your letter?" she asked ,and Jasper smiled, showing yellow, stained teeth. Victoria tensed, for she could feel him trying to find a way out of this embrace that wouldn't hurt him. She let go, holding the knife down at her side. Jasper pocketed his, and she watched him warily. He was different form when she first met him. Very different. HE laughed at her expression.

"Is it the scars?" he asked, and Victoria smiled at this. Jasper smiled back, and his was more of a demonic leer. HE then turned back to the TV, and he placed a card on top of it. He then spun around to face her again, this time with the blade out.

"Wanna know how I got 'em?" he asked, and Victoria glanced at the letter. He sighed, walking to the door. He turned back after opening the locks.

"See ya around, doll face." He said, and he walked away. He caught the knife she threw, but it left a bloody scratch on his arm for the trouble. She nodded to him, them walked over to the letter ,feeling that it was the right time. She pulled it off the fridge, the magnet falling to the floor and rolling away, forgotten. She opened the letter, ignoring the warning that was scribbled on the open flap.

Do not read this until I see you and tell you it's the right time. Only take 5 years. These words were burned forever into her mind, for not matter how many people she killed, she could not get him out of her head. People would call that weakness, for she didn't kill him when she had the chance, and now she had a rival. But even now, seeing Jasper alive and well, if not as sane and handsome as he used to, gave her the needed courage to face her one fear. The Dawn that always comes after the Darkness. She turned her eyes back to the paper in front of her, and she smiled to see that it was written in his younger scrawl. There was a side note that was clearly written recently, and she remembered coming home to know he was already in her apartment. She ignored this as she began to read.

My story was always tragic. Now, I will try to turn it into a comedy. I'm going to need some help, so I'm leaving Gotham for a few years. But, you probably already know that, if you're reading this.

Anyways, my dad was a drunk, and he butchered me mother in front of my eyes. He then turned on me, and left me my scars. You couldn't ask me in person, could you? Well, now we will both be known by our outward appearance. The one human experience I ever had was when I met you, Victoria. Or, should I call you Princess? I'm right, aren't I ? You're the famous Princess of the Night. You killed 200 people in an explosion in the train station, right? Because they were all sent to kill you?

Anyways, When you spared my life and gave me that Joker card, I knew then that if there was a god, he was smiling on me for the first time. Iyt was only after my father almost killed me that I realized something: there is no God. Never was, Never will be. All that's kept me alive is my …specialties. Now what do you think of me, Jasper, soon to be known as the Joker? You gave me that idea, but my father didn't help. Victoria glanced at the TV, giving her some time to digest this information. Why did he tell her this? HE only met her once! Did he trust her that much, all because she didn't kill him? She looked back at the letter, noticing a difference in the writing at the bottom. The Joker had written this. Not Jasper. Jasper was no more. She should of realized this, given up on him after a year passed and no one knew about a Jasper Davidson. Except for that one nurse. She had given her that damn letter after she wandered in. The nurse looked petrified that she had gone in there….. But, that was three years ago, and that nurse was now dead…

Ring around the rosie pockets full of explosives, kaboom! Kaboom! Were all blown to hell! The narrows is going up in smoke in 10 minutes…better run, little princess! Run into the shadows! Oh, and if you see Basty, tell him I send him my love…. Victoria dropped theletter as she picked up her overcoat.

"Damn you, Joker." She said, and she hurried out of her apartment, not bothering to lock anything up or turn anything off. The letter fluttered on the floor, as a high pitched beeping was heard through her apartment. Victoria seemed to race against time as she flew down the stiars. She just cleared the building, and was thrown 10 feet form the explosion. She dimly was aware of someone picking her up, and she turned to see who it was. A white face with a splash of red and black rimmed eyes shot out of her darkness, and everything faded to black as she herd him say

"Told you I would...ah... be seeing you, Princess! Ha ha aha ha…" he said, ad he walked swiftly to a van, its back doors open.

well, that's it for today, folks...but, please REVIEW!!