New chapter, another chance to show my inner demon...ehe...

same disclamier...as usual...

italics: Princess of the Night (inner Victoria)

underlined: Victoria (outer victoria)

He walked swiftly to a van, its back doors open.

"That her boss?" a masked clown said, and the Joker glared at him. HE dropped her to the floor of the van, and two more of his goons slammed the doors shut. HE looked down at her, then back at the driver.

"Just…ah… drive." HE said, and the driver put the car into drive and sped off.

Victoria woke up slowly, aware that she was alone. She shook off the effects of the killer headache that ran through her head, and she looked around. The door was wooden, and it looked like it was barred from the outside. She heard laughter coming from behind the door, and the sound of feet stomping through the….apartment?

"Hey, boss, are we going to take care of Harvey Dent?" she heard one of his goon's say with a slight Irish accent. She stiffened, for she recognized the name. Gotham's White Knight, Against the Joker? She would love to see the outcome of that battle. An impatient sigh was heard, and the outside room fell silent. Then, she heard three sets of footsteps heading somewhere, and another set of footsteps heading in the opposite direction. She waited until she heard doors close, then she moved forward. She looked at the crack in the door, and she saw the bar. It was a simple bar, one that only needed the right bit of leverage….

"There." She said, and she pulled out her second favorite knife. She quietly pushed it through the crack, and the bar was lifted. She edged open the door, and then turned around to shut it as well. She let the bar slid into place, and then she turned for the door. Then she paused, noticing a window that was carelessly left open. She waited to see if anyone would be moving around. Not a sound was heard. She looked at the window, and she shivered. Dawn was fast approaching. She walked quietly over to the window, and she leaped out. She landed quietly on the fire escape, and she quickly fled down to the streets. Once she was on the rough concrete, she sighed, then looked up. Jasper, no, The Joker was at his window, peering out at the rough section of Gotham. The section that she created, all those years ago. Victoria was back, and she wasn't going to let anything get in the way….. was she?

'Of course, you probably want to see you father, tell him your okay….oh, wait, you cant, can you, love? Because YOU killed him! ' a voice whispered in her head. The voice of the Princess of the Night. Her voice was stronger then ever.

'You're wrong! I didn't kill him! It was the food…'

'That you prepared, and that you gave to him, love! How could you forget that your own father was deathly allergic to shellfish? Ha ha.. that.. was the greatest thing that ever happened to us…besides the mass murder of all of those innocents…and you just left the one human person left in this town…'

You only call him human because he likes death as much as you do….'

'And, he was once yours, and now he is mine…like moths to a flame, all villains are attracted to the Princess of Night… who shall soon be Queen…'

'No,your wrong! You'll never be queen! I was meant to Be queen!'

'Wrong again, love. Look up.' Listening to the voice in the first place was what had gotten me in trouble with the first murder anyways. But, I did look up, to see the Joker. Looking down at me. HE was flipping a knife. My knife. I growled, and I glared at him. Then, I looked around ht alleyway fearfully. The Princess was awakening again, and I wasn't strong enough to fend her off...

Okay, who called it? I know I did..oh, wait! Im the one writing the story!!

Yes, Victoria has multiple personalities..and we learn more about her past! Yay!

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