Her vision became blurry with tears and her heart stopped in her chest as the frantic words of the onlookers words finally settled in her scrambled brain. She shuddered as she tried to collect herself mentally.
She shuddered, her teeth clattering from her trembling jaw. "M-murderer?"
Her eyes widened as her head cracked to the side as the force of the woman's slap forced her head to whip painfully against the door she was leaning on. She closed her eyes for the oncoming hit but the woman was stopped by another pedestrian yanking her away from the battered woman.
"Stop it! She's hurt too! We don't know what happened.." A strong male voice intervened. "You need to calm..."
"She's hurt?! SHE'S HURT?! She KILLED my husband! He's fucking dead because of her and you want me to calm down?!" The woman all but screamed at her, spitting in her direction. Said person being accused was currently covering her ears.
The screaming of both the man and woman, accompanied by her own voices in her psyche was enough to send her on edge. "..Ma'am! Can you get your license and registration out? Gotham PD will be here shortly."
She jumped at his harsh tone, her eyes burning with tears as her fear began to creep up, the wailing of the distant sirens getting closer wrenching her back to reality harshly. She mechanically reached for the glove department, reaching with trembling hands for the paperwork before her hand froze.
There, in the glove box was a beautiful purple revolver, with intricately drawn clowns, jester hats and the words 'Ha Ha Ha' carved deeply into the barrel of the gun. Her breath trembled as she slowly let the tips of her fingertips touch the handle.
An electric jolt shot through her as the cold metal found her skin, and she gasped painfully aloud from the sheer intensity of it all.
"TODAY, MA'AM?!" He yelled suddenly, startling her from her daze.
"..Or do you not have any? This isn't looking good for you..." His lip curled in disgust towards her. She turned away in shame.
More orders barked at her. She shook her head angrily. She growled suddenly, her anger surging at his demanding tone. "Just a second! I'm looking for it now.." she grinded out, her voice shaking with her anger.
The sirens grew closer, the wailing sounds making her adrenaline pump faster. She knew they would be here at any moment now.
She reached for the paperwork, the glistening of the shiny purple gun sitting on top of the documents catching her eye forcefully. Her adrenaline ran high as she contemplated her options.
'Take it and run! They'll find out who we are and persecute us, or worse!'
The voices were frantic, and for some unknown reason that frightened her more than anything at the moment, as They themselves were usually an eerie calm.
'What do I do then!? I killed someone! How will I get away from this?'
The voice scoffed, annoyed with her apparently stupidity.
'Do what we do best..Get away. Let me get us away'
She closed her eyes. She knew she was out of options, and wouldn't be long before she was out of luck too, seeing as though the flashing lights from Gotham PD was now a mere block away. Slowly, she opened her eyes, simultaneously letting out the breath she was holding onto.
Without any expression, she grabbed the gun, pulling it out fully, and took aim at the man before her. She paused as she heard him gasp, Her senses unusually high and sensitive as everything around her came alive.
Slowly, she pulled the trigger.
She pushed herself out of the car with lightning speed and began firing, silencing the now screaming woman who had assaulted her before with a bullet to the neck. Jade never flinched as she began sprinting away, still shooting at the remaining people now running for their lives. She didn't care who she shot as she ran; Strangely enough, she noticed the only thing she could hear over the rain of her bullets, and the screams of her victims, was her own deranged laughter.
When had she started laughing?
She ran until she couldn't run anymore, her legs already strained and bruised from the accident before. Eventually she had found a dark ally to rest in, away from the general public's eye. She knew a girl with a battered face, bloody clothes, and a gun that matched her attention grasping hair running down the street would bring more than enough unneeded attention.
Finding the nearest corner she finally stopped, her badly bruised legs all but screaming their appreciation at her for the break from their abuse she was placing on them. Her adrenaline high, her psyche battled dangerously for control as the weight of everything began crashing down on her. She trembled violently she grabbed her face in horror.
Collapsing down against the damp wall she screamed painfully. She killed all those people, and she didn't even bat an eye. So why wasn't she horrified? She eyed her hands in deranged confusion. She didn't know how she felt.
Was she horrified? Disgusted?
'No..'
No, she was..indifferent.
She realized with a sudden clarity that she didn't care. She didn't want to fight with her voices anymore. She realized that when they took control, or they agreed she didn't have inner turmoil anymore. They were now one, and she planned on keeping it that way. She knew she would have to find a way to shred the last remains of her humanity.
"That was quite the performance…"
She screamed as she whipped her head around painfully towards the direction of the intruding voice, but no one was there. Her sudden scare caused her to drop the gun in her hands as she glared into the darkness in confusion.
"Behind you.."
She didn't have time to react before a fist came crashing down into her cheek. The blow forced her to the grown harshly, the wind from her already bruised lungs was forced out in a broken wheeze.
" .. I was in an accident.."
"Ssshh… now now. Any girl dressed like that down here in these parts only here for one thing.."
He licked his lips.
"What a cute accent..There's no way a hottie like you is from Gotham. You'd know better than to be in these parts looking like that."
She froze as a rugged face came into view in the damp alley.
"Now, let's not make this too bad for yourself okay? Just relax and it'll be over before ya know it." Kneeling down, he wrapped his hands around her throat as he chuckled vehemently.
She tried to scream as the realization of his words send a familiar chill down her spine, but he cut her off her protests with another slap to the face. The force whipped her head around in time to notice the purple glistening of The Jokers discarded gun laying a few inches from her.
Suddenly, the voices in her head spoke up, an idea forming almost immediately.
"F-Fine! Just please.. let me take the dress off. It's all I have to wear and I don't want you to rip it..please! I swear I'll cooperate, j-just don't hurt me.."
His face contorted into a perverted smiled, and she almost gave herself away from the joy on her face when he nodded 'yes' for her to continue. Slowly she got undressed, peeling the torn and bloody garment from her body with trembling hands. Her slowness must have annoyed him, because soon enough she found herself forced to the floor again.
"Alright, enough dawdling around, I don't have all day bitch" He grumbled sluggishly as he sloppily undid his pants. She knew this was her one and possibly only moment, and her voices was prominent on making sure she didn't miss this moment as he drunkenly climbed on top of her.
Without hesitation she scrambled for the gun, her sudden movements startling him. Using all of the remainder of her strength she crash the gun on the side of his head, sending him flying in the opposite direction. She screamed as she scrambled to get to her feet.
Her eyes were wide with rage and an unfamiliar feeling as she climbed on top him. Oddly enough she smiled, a completely satisfied, or more so happy look on her face as she raised both hands above her head. The glistening of the gun caught the dazed mans attention.
"N-no..please, I'm sorry!" He pleaded, spitting out a few teeth.
She only laughed wildly as she slammed the gun down harshly onto his face, breaking his nose instantly.
"Sorry..?" She whispered brokenly. "Sorry.. isn't good enough." She hit him again, a sickening crack reaching her ears as the gun came in contact with his skull.
He was out cold.
She laughed as she hit him again and again. Her malicious hits causing his blood to spray all over her face and body as she continued to hit him, not noticing that he had long since stopped twitching, or at the fact that his face was now completely unrecognizable.
Gone was the broken and confused woman moments before. The voices had finally won, but she didn't mind this time. They were now one, and she realized with a frightening acceptance that she was actually enjoying herself as she continued to batter his face. Her laugher echoed off the empty walls in the alleyway as she continued her gruesome attack.
"Who's the weak Bitch now huh?! I'm not your doormat anymore!" She screamed to no one, her voice now a hoarse whisper.
Her vision was obscured from the blood of his now spraying skull, and surprisingly his brain matter slapping across her face did nothing but excite her more while encouraging her to continue.
"I. AM. YOUR. EQUALS!"
She screamed to the heavens as she released all her pain and suffering into her blows. She was done being the victim. Done being the fool. Gotham City had a new bad girl, and she was going to make sure they felt her.
Starting with the main sources of her pain.
"You all will see! I'll show you all!" She screamed, still pounding the now bloody gun into the mans destroyed face.
Her tears now ran freely as she laughed brokenly, her mind finally a calm, the rushing noises of her altered mind were now dangerously quiet. She now felt a sense of clarity she'd never felt before, and it made her feel free. Wrapped in her own self righteousness she failed to hear the faint footsteps behind her, Or the dancing shadows of a demon more frightening and powerful than the devil himself.
"Oh? And just.. what is it pray tell, will you be showing?"
Her breath hitched.
A voice, just a single octave above a dark whisper reached her ears. So terrifyingly calm, that it froze her mid strike. There was only one voice that could strike such fear in her soul, no matter which side of her warped mind was in control.
Gone was her liquid courage of adrenaline, her previous speeches of self empowerment now a ghostly whisper in the wind. His demanding aura was screaming at her, devouring her very essence with ease. Slowly she turned to face him, her bottom lip trembling from the unknown. Her hand held firm to the stolen bloody pistol that belonged to the very man she was now confronted by.
His icy blue eyes burned into hers as she took in his appearance. His loud green hair was slicked back to perfection, his blood red lips were curled into an unusually calm smile. His purple alligator jacked blew in the wind eerily behind him, giving him an almost godly look, but Instead it made him look all the more menacing. His dangerously calm tone and appearance told her he was anything but happy, and she should be very afraid.
But she wasn't.
Slowly he began to approach her. Step. By. Step.
"..or maybe the better question to ask would be..To whom, exactly?" His sensually gruff voice was almost like a whisper, sending electrifying jolts of fear and something else entirely.
"H-how long have you been there?" Her own voice frightened her as it grew with her liquid courage. Her new personality no longer allowing her to fear him properly.
He took another step.
"Ah. Ah. Ah."
Another step.
"Now, you know better than to answer my question with a question.." His tone became deadly, even though it never changed its pitch. Her adrenaline rush had returned full force, and before she knew it she had raised the pistol in her hand fully before her, aiming it directly at the clown princes chest.
He took another step.
"Stay back! I know how to use this thing!" She screamed. The fear in her voice was now gone as the cold handle of the gun fueled her ill advised bravery. He paused slightly, eying the gun with wide eyes. Slowly he cocked his head to the side, his porcelain skin making the glow of the gun intensify as he closed the space between them.
"Oh? Do you now? Ha. Ha. Ha! Well! Isn't that just swell! Little Jade is now all grown up!" He cackled, making Jade's jaw drop slightly in disbelief. Why wasn't he afraid? Didn't she have the upper hand?
She frowned.
Then why did she feel so afraid and vulnerable?
"You're sick! Both of you!" She screamed, the gun trembling with her growing fear.
Another cackle escaped him, making her anger spike.
"Are we? I mean think about it toots.." he paused dramatically, taking another dangerous step. His hot breath danced over her pale face like chloroform, making he woozy.
"We aren't the ones going around Gotham City executing innocent people.. look around you. You've killed more people today than even I've managed to accomplish today" He smiled, a genuine smile, his silver teeth gleaming against her face.
She gasped, her eyes widening at his accusations. All the faces of her victims coming back to her one by one. She shook her head from the dark thoughts.
"I did what I had to do"
"You did what you wanted to do."
"That's not true! I did what I.."
"WANTED to do!" He cut her off, effectively silencing her. " Trust me this isn't complicated my dear! We all are monsters, it's up to us to release them into the wild!"
With lightening speed and a flick of his wrist The Joker had reclaimed his stolen gun, prying it from her trembling wrists at the same time using his other hand to backhand her, forcing her to the ground. She screamed, the force from his powerful hands spitting her already bruised lips instantly. She groaned, curling into a ball of dispair as she realized her fatal mistake of letting her guard down was now going to cost her her life.
"Silly girl, you are NOT my equal. I MADE you. You belong to me now. Without me, you are nothing." He kicked her hard, making her wince in pain.
"Oh and a bit of a tip.."
He paused, punching her hard. Her vision now danced with mini explosions of black and white spots. She knew from experience she was going to pass out very soon. She eyed his looming figure with wincing eyes. Even in the pale moonlight, abusing her body with a thirst for blood, she couldn't deny how incredibly beautiful he really was. Her eyes slowly began to close, but not before he delivered his final message.
"Don't ever, EVER, steal from me again.."
He punched her again, knocking her out completely. He dusted his purple suit free from imaginary dust as he looked upon the now unconscious girl in disgust. He knew it would be trouble, as was Harley when she was first transformed, he just wasn't prepared for how annoying it would be.
Perhaps he thought he gods would bless him this time and skip the crazy acting out process?
He scoffed, grinning slightly. The gods, giving him a easy pass?
Ha. What a joke. He sighed painfully.
His senses now tuned in to the hurried taps of heels behind him rushing towards his way. He sighed painfully, pinching his nose as he prepared himself for the incoming headache that was sure to come. He looked down at Jade, rolling his eyes at her current condition. She was covered in blood, most of which he was sure didn't belong to her. Her beautiful hair was matted up and covered with dirt and blood. Her face was badly bruised, her right eye now swollen shut.
He sighed loudly.
He wasn't going to hear the end of this.
"PUDDIN! Did you really have to hurt her that bad?! She's just a kid!" On cue, Harley's angry voice bellowed in his ear as she checked to woman's vital signs. Quickly he attempted to drown out the woman's voice to no avail, as she just got louder as he tried to ignore her.
He pinched his nose.
And Here. We. Go.