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Got a secret, can you keep it,

Swear this one you'll save,

Better lock it in your pocket,

Taking his one to the grave.

If I show you then I'll know

You wont tell what I said,

Cause two can keep a secret

If one of them is dead.

-The Pierces

No matter how hard we try to ignore or deny it, eventually the lies fall away, whether we like it or not. But here's the truth about the truth: It hurts. So we lie. But I was done lying.

I had been hiding away from my past, lying to everyone, but now I was done. I up and left my family years ago, keeping contact with only two members of my past. Rachael Dawes and Bruce Wayne. They were the only two who knew about my life since I had turned 16 and beyond, and only one was left.

Bruce knew about the horrors of my past, the skeletons in my closet, but he didn't understand, he never could.

The Joker could. He was damaged, just like me. We're all damaged, it seems. Some of us more than others. We carry the damage with us from childhood, then as grown-ups, we give as good as we get. Ultimately, we all do damage. And then, we set about the business of fixing whatever we can.

But I was too far gone to go about fixing what I had done. All I could do now was come to terms, and pour my heart out in a mushy show of emotion. Telling him everything, and hoping, wishing he would understand.

" Do you really want to know." I whispered between breaths, still lying helplessly on the floor. I diverted my eyes from his, not wanting to feel his scrutinizing gaze and I heard him sigh dramatically.

" What do you think all this was for sweets? You think I was just in the mood to beat the shit out of you? Well yes I uh was but that's not reall-y the point. I want to know. Now." He giggled, his voice turning dark.

After a few moments of silence I managed to meet his gaze, his eyes held nothing but curiosity, and his expression seemed to soften, but maybe my eyes were just playing games with me. It wouldn't be the first time.

" Wellll. I'm waiting?" He said, tilting his head to the side as he stared down at me. His arms moved around in a sweeping motion gesturing for me to go on, but I didn't know where to begin. There were so many things I could say, so many things I wanted to tell him.

" I don't know where to begin." I said, my tears finally subsiding, but the pain in my stomach didn't lessen.

His smile grew and he leaned down, grabbing a fistful of hair and pulling me up to eye level. I grabbed my scalp, trying to stop the searing pain but once I was standing, the Joker let go. He grabbed my elbow roughly, pulling me the rest of the way into the brightly lit room at the end of the hall. The smell of alcohol still stinging my nose.

We reached a table in the far right hand corner of the room, and he shoved me into a wooden chair, almost tipping it over.

" You can start from the beginning. That always works for most people." he stated, a smile in his voice but he was looking around the room, his eyes falling on the couch full of goon.

There were seven of them sprawled out on the two couches, watching the large T.V screen where a sports game was playing. The men were murmuring quietly to themselves, and drinking. Empty beer bottles and food wrappers littered the floor, and nobody seemed to mind. Not even the Joker.

The room was a good size, and held two couches along with a pool table and the table we were sitting at. When the Joker locked eyes with one of his men, the goon immediately got up and made his way over to us.

The man was short and lanky, with white spiked hair and glasses. His nose was pointed and curved down slightly and his eyes were a dull gray color. On his legs he wore dark blue faded baggy jeans, and he also wore a tight flannel t-shirt.

" Boss." he said and nodded, his voice lower than I would have expected. The Joker nodded back and turned toward me, a strained smile on his face.

" This is Dane, Dane this is Annabelle." He said moving hands from me to Dane and Dane to me, introducing us. I moved my eyes to him and smiled, receiving a nod in return.

" He's gonna fix me up so I'm in tip-top shape. Aren't ya." Joker said to me, looking towards Dane out of the corner of his eyes. " That I will." Dane said, grabbing a medical bag from under the table and taking out some utensils.

The Joker began sliding out of his jacket, and unbuttoning his vest. He had them off in seconds and began working on his blue checkered shirt. As his skin started to show, I looked away towards Dane who had pulled up a chair and was rolling up his sleeves, a wet cloth in his hands.

A gust of wind blew by me, hitting me with a wave of beer saturated air, and I closed my eyes trying to shake away the urge to get up and grab a bottle.

"I'm ready for uh story time now. But save the gushy prince in shining whatever riding on a white horse to save the damsel in distress. He he. That has been sooo overplayed." He whispered into my ear, tickling the back of my neck. He had grabbed a chair and placed it right next to mine, his shirt was off and when I looked at him I had to stifle a gasp.

His chest was even better in the light, I could see everything so clearly. He was very well sculpted, and had an impressive six pack. Other than the cuts and bruising covering his torso, he was perfect.

" Um. Alright." I said shakily, looking up into his eyes and I watched as his famous grin found its way onto his painted face. Dane came over and gave Joker the cloth to wipe away the dried blood, and the blood that was still spilling out, and I took in an unsteady breath.

The Joker saw me begin and squeezed my thigh, giving me the go ahead to continue.

Nerves creeped themselves inside of me, and I shook them away, my breath quickening. I had to go through with it now, I wanted to tell him, I needed to tell him. What's they saying? The truth shall set you free. I really hoped that wasn't a lie.

I looked up to the Joker one more time before turning my head and beginning.

" I'm not your average girl, to say the least." I began not letting my eyes settle on one thing for too long.

" I knew that already doll." he said chuckling, but his eyes looked confused. He wouldn't be expecting this. I turned back to him, but didn't look directly into his eyes, instead I settled my eyes on his blood red lips.

" I guess I was born normal, like most people. I had a mother and a father, and even a little baby brother. We lived on the outskirts of town, up by Wayne Manor. I had been Friends with Bruce, that's why I was at his party before." I explained to him, still not looking into his eyes.

" Things were great. I went to a great school and had the nicest things, even though our family wasn't the Elite of society. We were friends with the Wayne's so we might as well have been royalty according to this town. It seemed like things couldn't get any better." I saw the Joker lick his lips, and stopped for a moment, rethinking my decision. But I knew I had to finish.

" Then Bruce's parents died, and things took a turn for the worst. Bruce was always distraught, locking himself away in his house. And my parents started to move on. They started to forget about how great Bruce's parents had been. There only worry was securing there spot as Gotham's finest. And I didn't like it. Not at all." I stopped, taking a deep breath. I was getting to the part of my life story that hated to think about.

The joker cringed slightly, and I looked at him, then followed his gaze down to his stomach where Dane was stitching him up.

" Weeks went by, followed by years and I wasn't happy. My best friend wasn't the same, he was something else and my parents were totally different people. So I took my life into my own hands. I packed a bag, took my money, and left. I was sixteen, and on my own… You know," I said, smiling sadly up to him.

" What's that darling." he said, his voice cracking roughly.

" I've never been back. Not. Once. But I don't feel bad about it. I always think how bad of a person I must be for not caring, but why should I. They obviously didn't try hard to find me, so why should I keep in touch with them?" as I said this a few silent tears slid down my cheeks, but I shook them away with a dry laugh.

I looked down at my hands, then back up to him. " Anyway, back to the story." I said and the Joker giggled happily.

" Where was I…oh yeah. I left, and did whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted to. I had enough money to last me years without a needed job, so I partied. I had fun, got into fights, drank, I even did some drugs. life was good… the first year. But soon karma caught up with me. Life started to get a little harder, and so I drank more, blazed up, got into more fights, but that made things worse." My voice turned acidic the more I continued, but I couldn't stop.

" Before I knew it, my life had revolved around three things: Booze, drugs, and sex. And granted, I was only 18. I was an addict with enough money to blow away for years and years, and I had nobody to stop me. After someone tried to jump me one night, I bought some self defense lessons, and taught myself the rest. By the time I was 19 I was a fighter, and honestly, I was pretty damn good. But one night, one night things went too far." I felt myself getting hot, my blood boiling with anger, and I dug my nails into my knees aggressively causing a sharp pain to ensue, but that didn't stop me.

" I was in New York City at the time, and it was late. I was heading home after a long night of partying when someone got in my way. It was a young kid, not much older than myself, and he had some pretty cruel intentions. I could see it n his eyes, and I humored him slightly. But not long after that I was fed up, and started resisting-" I was interrupted by the Joker.

" What did he uh do doll face? Did he hurt you? Did he take advantage? Just say the word and he's history." He said, leaning towards my, staring deeply into my eyes. His voice was serious, and his smirk was wiped off his face.

" Let me finish please." I said, and he nodded, waiting for something that would definitely surprise him. I closed my eyes, thinking back to that night, and I jumped out of my chair into a standing position.

" I- I started resisting and surprisingly, he complied. He stopped, and got up to leave, but I wouldn't let him. I-I was just starting to have some fun with this guy and I just, I couldn't let him ruin my fun like that. And I got angry. Really, really angry, and I, I." Tears began falling again, and I wrapped my arms around myself, trying to hold myself together.

The Joker stood up, his blue shirt hung on him unbuttoned, and walked to me, placing his hands on my shoulders.

" You what." He growled, but his face didn't look angry.

" I killed him. I took a piece of glass, and shoved it through him just like that. I remember how easily it had been done. One minute he was alive and the next, the next he wasn't. I had killed him, and at the time it felt good. It felt good." I said, and my voice turned to nothing above a whisper by my last sentence.

My eyes ran dry, no more ears came out, and the Joker stepped back, before plopping down into his chair, a look of unbelievable shock written across his face.

" Wow." he mouthed up at me, a smile playing at the corners of his lips, and then he continued. " What did ya do after that?" he asked, and I sat back down in the chair before answering.

" I ran." I said simply. And I felt so great. I felt as though a giant weight had been lifted, like I was seeing sunshine for the fist time after a horrifying storm, and I liked it.

" So what? You were afraid, couldn't uh see yourself in a bright orange jumpsuit breaking rocks for twenty years?" he asked me, his voice amused and still a little shocked.

" I didn't run for fear of getting caught. Or because of any consequences I might face because of my actions. I ran from the fear of knowing how much I longed to do it again. The way it made me feel was simply… indescribable.

When that shard of glass made contact with the soft flesh at his neck, and the warm blood trickled out of his wound, onto my hand. It was the most extraordinary experience I have ever had. And I want to go back. I want that feeling again. But I cant let myself slip, I just- cant."

A nervous laugh escaped my dry trembling lips, although nothing was funny.

I was looking down at my hands that laid in my lap, and once I looked up, I found every eye in the room focused on me, making me feel uneasy. But what did I expect? Of course they were going to look at me like that.

The Joker glanced at me, and seeing my nervous gaze stood up, addressing the room.

" Hey, Get back to uh work. You all have bet-ter things to do other than mooch off me and scare my girl. Ya. Got. That." He said strictly, his eyes dark and foreboding yet again. And his goons took one look at him and murmured apologies, exiting the room quickly.

Within seconds the room was clear of everyone except for the two of us, and I breathed a sigh of relief. Only to be pulled from my seat by my wrist and escorted to the front of the room. The Joker wasn't saying anything, just staying completely quiet, but I knew something was brewing inside that chaotic head of his and for once, I wasn't nervous, or scared. I felt strangely at ease being with the Joker right now, but who knows, in the future that could change.

What I knew now was I felt free. I had let go of all my dirty little secrets and I couldn't help but smile along with the Joker as he pulled me over to the couch, pushing me down into it as he climbed on top of me. And as his lips traveled up my neck, to meet my lips, I didn't know why, but I couldn't help but laugh along with him. That contagious chaotic laughter I had heard so many times before.

Some people may say I'm crazy for acting the way I am, but who cares, they just don't understand.

The thing people forget is how good it can feel when you finally set secrets free. Whether good or bad, at least they're out in the open, like it or not. And once your secrets are out in the open, you don't have to hide behind them anymore. The problem with secrets is even when you think you're in control, you're not.

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