{A/N: Hope you enjoy this chap. :D *}

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`It's been a while since the whole hospital incident. Back when they were putting me in another foster home, they wouldn't let me go back with Noelle and Dr. Arkham for some reason, saying that it'd be better if I wasn't in contact with anything Arkham related. Go figure. But Noelle seemed to be upset by it, oh well, she'll eventually be swamped with work by the end of this week and will forget all about me. Instead, good ol' GCPD and Gordon placed me in a different type of foster home. You wanna know who? The great billionaire play boy. Bruce flippin' Wayne. Why he'd want some brat in his house, I don't know. But he's been actually nice to me, and his butler dude is awesome.

Alfie, Wayne's butler, is what I get to call him now, even when his name is Alfred, and he actually lets me get away with it even when Wayne thinks its wrong sometimes. I got my own room too in his penthouse. He had some extra guest rooms but he hardly comes home at night. Don't know why but I plan to find out one day.

So instead I have breakfast with Alfie and then he takes me to school, which really isn't that far away from the penthouse either. But I guess this is gonna be my home for a while anyway. I needed to get stitches on my hand, they even put a cast like thing over it for some reason, and wrapped it with white like tape stuff about three times.

I guess it was that severe. But the cut on my forehead wasn't deep enough luckily. The hospital is being re-built on the inside, again, due to the fire and all the smoke but it's still standing and eventually they're going to re-open. I still don't know what the Joker had done to get everyone out.

Now I just sit in the living room, on the nice black leather couch Wayne has, but he isn't here this morning so he can't make me go eat my delicious cereal in the dining room now, Alfie lets me eat in here. The sun isn't shining in to bright from the windows but a couple people are talking and decorating the walls. I leaned back on the couch and turned my head back to look at them. I quirked my eyebrow, with a mouthful of Trix cereal then just looked back at the screen TV. There had been nothing else on this morning so I was watched the news instead.

Oh by the way, it seems that the Joker really did make it out alive, which thrilled Harley so much. Wayne had only let me go to Arkham to visit her once , he didn't like the idea of me going there, and defiantly not after when Gordon told me the truth. It seems that when I was born that he and the GCPD took me away from my real parents. Harley and Joker.

I was mad at him first but he was Gordon, so I had to forgive him. He's a really great guy once you get to know him. But that Batman still ticks me off, I can barely understand him sometimes when he yells words out all deep and annoyingly. I haven't seen him in a while.

But back to Gordon. Yeah, he was thinking of having me live with his family, and his wife had agreed to but instead I went with Wayne. I don't know much of what happen when I was born but Gordon said he had found some videotapes of me and the two. I think Harley had it videotaped, not when I was actually born but afterwards and before. Probably some goon they kidnapped or hired and threaten to kill if he/she didn't videotape it.

I should probably ask Gordon for the tapes sometime when I'm not busy. They'd be nice to see I think. I don't think Wayne will let me go to Arkham again. I'd like to. Just to see Harley of course, not the Joker...well. Maybe him too.

Oh! And did I mention that the one dude from before, the one who tackled me into the alley before the Joker kidnapped me for the second time? Robbie. He visits me a lot. I learn he actually goes to my high school. As I am a freshmen, and he's a junior. He's actually nice but I think he's working for someone dangerous. He never likes to talk about this Garcia guy that one of his buddies had mentioned. Too bad. But he's an actual friend. Somehow he had gotten away when the Joker got at me. I'm glad for that. He's the first guy that I haven't wanted to punch in the face really, besides that one moment in the alley, and besides Gordon. Every other guy? Probably. Nah. Howl's pretty awesome too. Guess I do have anger issues.

Alfie walked over to me and was holding a silver tray as he smiled at me when I looked up, and then I quickly swallowed the remaining cereal in my mouth before speaking "Hey, Alfie. What's these guys doin' here?" I nodded back at the decorative people behind me, he looked at them then back at me.

"These are the people Master Wayne has hired for the upcoming ball here at the penthouse, Ms. Hilton." He just looked so friendly then, all I wanted to do was hug him. He was adorable. But that's just me. I nodded slowly then looked back at the TV before just as fast looking back at Alfie here

"Ball?"

"Oh yes." He nodded "Master Wayne thought it'd be nice to have. Also it'll be for a charity so it's for the good of Gotham City."

"Do I have to come to it?" I wasn't sure if it'd be nice to see me in a dress of all things

"I don't think Master Wayne would mind if you didn't."

"Really?" I put my cereal bowl on the glass table in front of the couch I was sitting on then leaned back in the leather couch again "'Cause I totally can if you want. I mean, if you're going to be there I'd love to hear your new jokes that Mr. Wanye--" I said 'Mr. Wayne' with heavy exaggeration "--has been telling me all about."

He chuckled in amusement "I'd love it if you'd come too, Ms. Hilton." Then he sighed as if tired, made me kinda worried, he wasn't really that young to be honest "Is there anything else I can get you this fine morning?"

"Well, it's Tuesday and it's Thanksgiving break so. How 'bout a day on the town to get some Thanksgiving supplies?" I grinned ear-to-ear, my blue eyes sparkled I could tell because there was that kindness in his eyes

"That'd be lovely." Alfie then smiled again, he was so nice at times, then reached over towards the bowl "I'll go clean this for you first." Then he put the empty bowl, with silver spoon in it, on the silver tray before walking off. Alfred was so awesome at times. I say this just so you know once again that Alfie IS Alfred, the butler. Just saying.

And I wondered quietly to myself where little Ms. Superstar was. Amber whats-her-face. I don't know. Something to do with modeling. She was usually here in the mornings too, looking for Wayne but guess she wasn't coming this particular morning. Oh well. She was literally the blondest brunette at times. No offense.

I made a small noise that could have been considered a squeak but whatever, and then I just curled up into a ball on the leather couch, still my eyes on the TV set now. On the screen it was re-showing footage of when the Joker was taken in to Arkham.

The sound of the Joker's crazed manic laughter echoed in my ears, just as it did from the TV screen speakers, and I wondered if the people behind me were watchings this too. Feeling the same way I was even though I knew they weren't. It was never wrong to just be yourself. That's what Joker was doing but I couldn't help to feel angry with him. I was always looking down the street nowadays, or whenever I was with Alfred was taking me to school, imagining that I'd hear a screeching of the tires from a van. Expecting the Joker to come and take me away again. Even though it happened only twice...I felt that way. It didn't matter if it had only happened twice. That was just how I think. I was being myself...or at least trying to.

I sighed softly under my breath in annoyance and sat back up on the couch as my casted arm was hurting again, but I felt tired now. I wanted to curl up in my bed and stay there for the rest of the day but Alfie would be getting back soon. My eyes casted down to my injured hands. I didn't get why they had only casted on arm like this and not the other, my left hand was just wrapped heavily but that was beside the point.

Then I slowly looked up at the TV set as I heard my name, there was the Joker still half-way out of the back of the Arkham Asylum van, two guards still trying to shove him in. He looked so serious at this moment, smacking his lips then licking them "Hey, Dolly, Princess--" He was speaking to me...did anyone else know this? "Be yourself. Don't let anyone else tell ya what to do. Got that? Be. Yourself. 'Cause we'll be seeing each other soon--" He looked into the camera with near drooped eye lids, his brown eyes darkening so they were nearly pitch black

"Joker!" One of the guards growled at him, using nearly all force it looked like as they almost got him all the way in then, Joker didn't pay him in attention at all

"I'm a man of my word." That's when he was finally shoved in all the way, his laughter loud as can be as the doors were shut and locked, reporters buzzing about loudly but not that loud as the Joker was being, then the screen went back to the previous news reporter and they totally just switched the subject to sports. Like they had seen nothing moments before. Like nothing had happened.

This made me ticked off then. How could they just switch a important subject like the Joker to Sports of all things?! That was illogical! Yeah, I can be smart when I want to be. My whole body shivered as I felt my skin warm up. I probably had a fever now, and a stupid headache.

"Ms. Hilton, are you ready now?" Alfie asked from only so far away, I looked over at him then nodded with a smile, getting up the couch and walking over, he helped me put on my jacket then we headed over to the elevator. Alfie always seemed to know how to make me smile, 'cause he was cool like that.

But with Wayne...he made me uneasy. He's different, not like other people here in Gotham. He puts up this act, a mask for others. I don't see why really. Why can't he just be himself? Where's the harm in that? It's not wrong at all. It's normal.

Different is unique, why can't he see that? Guess something happen to him that made him this way. I don't think I've ever actually seen him honestly smile at all since I've been here. That's just creepy to me. You gotta smile every so often, if you don't. That's just unhealthy. People need to smile more. It's nice to smile. Anyhoo, maybe I'd visit the Joker or something. No! Bad, Jessie. Do not visit him. He'd just flippin' try to kill you again. Okay. Maybe I'm being stereotypical here but it's true. He's the Joker we're talking about. Oy vey. It was gonna be a very long day, wasn't it?

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