Sorry I haven't updated this in so long. I've been too caught up in my other story and kind of ignored this one. But I have an idea where I am taking this story too and I would really like to finish this one as well. This chapter is much shorter than what I usually write, but I just wanted to get more opinions on this idea. Oh and I'm sorry but I had to change to rating to M because...well I have a dirty mind and I just want to be safe LOL. Will probably have bad language, violence and sexual content in the future because I can't resist, but this is also much lighter than what I usually write. This is going to show a more human side to the Joker and well...you'll see when I actually write more! lol It will have sappiness and *feelings* and stuff LOL. Anyway please R&R!

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The Joker's disgruntled spirit had been angrily floating around Shirley's tiny little studio apartment all night. "God what a dump," the Joker mumbled to himself. "This place is smaller than my closet." He had tried leaving her residence several times, but an unbelievably strong magnetic force kept pulling him back. He couldn't seem to travel more than twenty feet away from this girl. And it was really ticking him off. What was the point of being in the same room with a curvy little vixen when he couldn't even touch her?

He hovered over the pictures she had up on her shelves. It appeared to be pictures of her as a child with her parents. Apparently she was an only child. "Cute," the Joker muttered sarcastically, as he looked over a picture of her as a little girl riding a horse. Then he continued to irritably pace around the room. God this was getting boring. How long had it been since he was hit by that truck? Five, six hours? What was to happen to him now? Was he doomed to spend eternity like this?

"Well, uh, God…is that what you like to be called buddy?" The Joker spoke to whatever force could hear him. "I knew you had to be a dick. You're getting a big old laugh out of this aintchya? If you are indeed the reason this is happening to me. If this is your idea of a joke you've got one sick sense of humor. Good one asshole." The Joker spat hatefully. The Joker was coming to the conclusion that he was right all along. He always assumed that if 'God' did exist that he created mankind as a toy to amuse himself, like a big kid with a magnifying glass hovering over a bunch of ants.

The Joker glared maliciously at the young girl who had been sleeping peacefully in her bed for the last several hours. He wanted to know why he was drawn to her energy. He wanted to know why he was stuck there and he wanted to know now. He angrily tried swatting at the pictures and knickknacks she had displayed on her shelves, his hand going straight through them. He whipped his ghostly hands back and fourth wildly, trying to create some sort of impact. Trying with all his might to knock something off of the shelves. He desperately wanted to break something. He needed to destroy something.

His attempts continued to have no impact. He furiously floated over the sleeping girl, her face holding the appearance of peaceful innocence. He leaned over and brought his celestial face less than an inch away from her ear listening to the sound of her quiet breathing. His hearing was so enhanced that he could hear the sound of her beating heart. He could actually feel her heart beating. "Why am I being pulled to you hm? What's so special about you, huh doll face?" He brushed his ghostly hand along her forehead and Shirley stirred in her sleep. Then he tapped a finger on her nose and she crinkled her nose in response.

A dainty hand reached up to rub her nose in her sleep then she turned over on her side. "So," the Joker raised a golden brown eyebrow with sudden interest. "You can feel that, huh kiddo?" he brushed a hand over her cheek again. She seemed to stir a little in her sleep some more then she instinctively grabbed her covers and pulled them up over her head. The Joker growled at this. He tried grabbing at her covers to pull them back down so he could continue to bug her in her sleep, but he couldn't. This only helped to further infuriate him. He hated feeling powerless.

He began taking his anger out on her lamp that stood on the nightstand by her bed. He whipped his fists through it, cursing up a storm. He cursed the heavens and all things that ever existed since the beginning of time. "God damn it, God damn it!!" He bellowed while flailing his arms through the lamp. "God damn it, I can't be like this, I'm the goddamn Joker! I own this city! This city is nothing without me! I'm the g…" The Joker startled himself when his attempts at knocking over the lamp finally seemed to work. The lamp fell off of the nightstand and landed onto the floor with a loud 'thud!' causing Shirley to jump out of her covers with a loud gasp.

The Joker immediately felt her heart rate increase as Shirley's big grayish-blue eyes looked down at her lamp on the floor with a startled expression. Then her heart slowed down again and she took in a heavy breath. She wearily rubbed her eyes with a groan then looked over at her alarm clock. It was nearly six thirty in the morning. Shirley figured she might as well start her day. She lazily threw off her covers and crawled out of bed.

The Joker now watched her intently from the corner of the room. She picked up her lamp with a befuddled expression and set it back on her nightstand. When she bent over, the Joker glared lustfully at her bottom through the pink fabric of her nightgown. God damn it, why was he still feeling these urges?!

Shirley trudged over towards her vanity. She stopped for a minute and turned sideways in front of her vanity mirror, and grimaced as she looked at the size of her bottom. "God I gotta lose weight," she mumbled miserably to herself. The Joker could almost chuckle at this. Typical girl. She was thin as a toothpick and had nice curves and yet she thought she was fat. Yep, typical dumb chick. No logic. The Joker always did think women were nuts. He was a male chauvinist pig and proud of it! If they elected a female president he would actually jump for joy, because that would make taking over the country so much easier for him. Yep after Gotham he planned to expand his horizons. That is, if his dumb ass of a body ever woke up from that stupid coma.

Shirley sat in front of her vanity mirror and picked up a brush. She frowned at her ratted hair and grunted as she attempted to run the brush through her tangles. The Joker felt her magnetic pull even from the other side of the room. Shirley suddenly felt a chill run up her spine. She felt butterflies erupt in her stomach, and a frightening feeling washed over her entire being. She felt an ominous presence lingering behind her. For a moment she was frozen. Then she immediately whipped her head around. No one was there.

She turned back to her mirror and tried shaking off that eerie feeling. She hadn't had a feeling like that in years. Not since she was a little girl. It couldn't be coming back. She refused to believe it. Her parents sent her to therapy when she was little to cure her of that 'illness.' She had fought it with tooth and nail ever since and she assumed it would never come back. It couldn't be coming back. She didn't want it to come back. It brought her too much of a headache and had other kids picking on her because they thought she was crazy. She couldn't go through that pain again. That isolation.

She sighed deeply and continued to brush out her hair. She began humming nervously to herself, trying to ignore the fact that the hairs on the back of her neck were now standing straight up. Then she saw him. A tall man with golden brown hair all clad in white with a flawless face that was contorted into a bitter scowl stood menacingly behind her. Shirley only gave herself a second to glance at him in the mirror then she twirled around again and jumped out of her chair while clutching at her chest. She felt she would have a heart attack.

"Jesus," Shirley spoke in a hushed, frightened voice.

"Oh no, no, no, no. You've got the wrong guy angel dove," A low uncanny voice reached Shirley's ears and she could almost faint. The voice sounded unnatural and if Shirley's heart rate increased anymore she was sure it would pop out of her chest. And he could feel her fear.

That's when he knew she could hear him. And it was obvious that she had seen him too. This was proving to be quite…interesting.

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Okay a short chapter but what do you think of this idea? let me know. I actually have many ideas for it in the future.