Here is the next installment of this story. Hopefully the twist is not too confusing. Italics are parts of a video. Hopefully everyone likes it.
Everyone is in the conference room. They are making plans on how to keep Audrey safe. The Joker isn't making much of a contribution, more sully now since he found out Audrey's name. He had lots of ideas before arriving at the Tower.
"Sir," Jarvis' voice breaks in, startling everyone. Once he gets Stark's attention, he adds. "Miss Dallas is moving about her suite, looking for an escape route."
A video of Audrey's suite appears above the middle of the table. She has her right hand on the wall, guiding her way around the room. Everyone watches as she takes tiny steps so that she doesn't hit anything. She only stumbles a couple of times.
Once she finds the door, she opens it, stepping out of the room into the hallway. Suddenly the Joker is in front of her. Everyone else stares at where the Joker was sitting; only now realizing that it's empty and no one had noticed him leaving.
The Joker says something, making Audrey tense. He keeps talking, in a soothing manner. Her head cocks to the side, listening to whatever he is saying. Slowly her body relaxes, before she lunges forward, hugging him.
In a flash the Avengers, Barnes, Coulson, Fury, and Villains race out of the room and to Audrey's floor. They are wondering how she can trust the Joker so easily when she doesn't trust anyone else right now. She still doesn't trust Wayne or Banner.
On Audrey's floor, Joker and Audrey are sitting on the couch, talking. They aren't talking about anything serious, only about movies and people. Joker is telling about some of his brushes with the Batman and Robin.
"What is going on?" Wayne yells out as they enter the suite, making Joker and Audrey jump. Realizing what he did, Wayne's voice softens. "How could you trust him, a bad guy, when you can't trust me or Banner?"
"Because I've known him longer than you guys and I trust him to not hurt me." Audrey replies, like this happens every day.
"Could you explain to us how you know him and trust him?" Stark demands, before he adds shocking stuff. "He's killed people and doesn't care who he kills."
"Ok. It's story time." Audrey replies, turning to everyone, though not getting off the couch. "Remember when I said that I was abused?"
"Of course we remember that. We tried to get you to explain why you fade but then we were so happy that you weren't killed." Coulson answers.
"I was born in 1986. I had one older sister, Jessica, and a younger brother, Brandon. I couldn't say his name so he became Bub. He was two years younger than me." Audrey pauses, right hand reaching for the Joker's left hand.
"When around other kids our age, she was made fun of because she had an overbite and had trouble saying letters. She became withdrawn but Jessica and I usually tried to include her." The Joker pauses, squeezing Audrey's hand, gently.
"In elementary and middle school, my classmates made fun of me, beat me, and broke my bones. I don't remember them, only faces and some of the names they called me. It was after I woke up in the hospital that they asked me about my repeatedly broken bones." Audrey pauses.
"She didn't tell us about the bones or the beatings. It was only later, when I found out how bad it was. That is what made me start hating bullies." The Joker stops, looking at Audrey.
"After Christmas, when I was in eighth grade, my classmates decided to bury me alive for the fun of it." Audrey takes a deep breath. "Where I come from, They killed my family. First was my brother, They thought that my family could live without me but not without my brother."
"Here, when we were trying to save her from the coffin, one of them" Joker says 'them' like it's the worst curse word ever. "They gave me the scars." He adds, gesturing to his mouth, the corners which have been torn wider.
"I woke up in the hospital three months later, unable to remember the burial, the beatings, the brand." Audrey remembers, left fingers touching her right wrist.
"Better than me." The Joker darkly laughs. "I went on a rampage, killing them like the scum they were. The police didn't put them in jail because there was no witnesses and I wasn't able to talk."
"Nobody wanted to take me in. Grandmother said it was my fault," Audrey looks down, before adding. "She had just lost her husband a couple months before, it broke her heart and she died less than a month later. Hap and Cyndy thought I would never wake up and left for Portland."
A loud thud startles everyone, stopping the story. Joker wraps his arms around Audrey, comforting her. The Villains and everyone else look at Fury, who is taking his right fist out of the hole in the wall that he just did.
"How could anyone do that?" He demands, looking over at Audrey and hating anyone that has ever hurt her before.
"Maybe the Reaper is someone that wants to finish what the classmates started?" Stark blurts out, mind working quickly.
"The Reaper," The Joker answers, chuckling, before he gently kisses the top of Audrey's head. "No, he would never do that. He is the only one that ever protected Audrey besides the family."
"That's why he's familiar." Audrey asks, lifting her head. "I wasn't too scared of him but was scared of how easily I trusted him."
"Do you remember him? He's Marcus." The Joker says, slowly loosening his arms when he realizes that Audrey isn't scared of the noise anymore.
"He's Marcus!" Audrey exclaims, smiling as she thinks. "I remember when we met and the day he left. But he never called, wrote, or came back."
"In your place he didn't." Joker soothing says. "But here, he came back every summer. You guys were inseparable. Dad was concerned at how quickly you came out of your shell during the summer but would always clam up during the school year."
Fury steps out of the suite, into the hallway. He pulls out his phone, going to get the Reaper out of the cage and tell him what's going on. This way, he can help protect her and the Avengers and Villains can watch over how he acts to her.