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Dark brown, that was what she guessed his hair color was, but the green somehow suited him, the color of decay and envy and earth. The clown stood in front of her, smirking as she stared hard at him.
"Oh, dear," Joker laughed, "I think I broke her." The goons' laughter was what broke her train of thought.
"I want you all out of my house," Kayla's stare turned angry, she never took people making fun of her very well.
The Joker rose a brow, "as you wish, my dear." He stooped into a deep, mocking bow before giving his men a look, making them all retreat. His smirk fell as he regarded Kayla one last time, her big blues stared into his eyes, all but glaring at him. There was something special about this girl, something to be cultivated and nurtured in the way only he can. With a wicked wink, he shut the door behind him.
Kayla sighed as she collapsed onto her couch, rubbing her eyes tiredly. Joker was in her life now, and she wasn't so ignorant that she couldn't see Batman wasn't far behind. She was put on a path that she couldn't leave, she was going to have to fight for herself when the obstacles arose. She cut through those who fought her, she refused to be a number.
-time skip-
The next day she decided to visit Alfred, wearing one of her few pairs of pants. Long gray slacks with a dark tweed blazer and Mary Jane heels. She would go to them, ask if they are alright, it was something a normal employee would do after such a trying situation.
With a quick nod and explanation, she passed the door man and headed up in the elevator. Her blue eyes met Alfred's own and she gave a sympathetic smile.
"Hey, Alfred. Everything was really rushed last night, I was wondering if you all are alright?"
The old man grinned, genuinely touched at her concern, "we are fine. Thank you very much for helping last night, I know you must have been frightened, are you alright?"
Kayla nodded, following the man in as he took her blazer and led her into the sitting area now stripped back down, she had to admit it was a beautiful view, "it was fine, I'm just glad no one was hurt."
Alfred nodded solemnly, "yes, we still do not know how he made it pass the doormen and security feeds."
Kayla was glad she could keep a good poker face, "there's no way to find out? This whole ordeal is horrible. Not only do we not know how he made it in, but we were unable to capture him."
"We can't lose faith," the voice of Bruce Wayne broke in, as he joined them, "after all, we have the police force after him."
Kayla rolled her eyes, "the police? They won't catch him. Hell, half the force may work for him. No, we have to take matters into our own hands sometimes. Justice and peace doesn't come with sacrifice, if we can't step out of the shadows we'll always be in the dark."
"That's a sad thought, Kayla," Alfred looked to Bruce thoughtfully, "but true. I know there are many in the police who are good men though."
Bruce sat down on the seat between the two. This conversation he always welcomed, it seemed someone would actually agree with him, "I agree, justice can't always be left up to the government. Status quo has always held the greater good back. There are people that if given the power, the tools, they can accomplish greatness."
Kayla's eyes gleamed as she leaned forward, it was possibly the most alive the two saw her since the Joker had her by the hair, "some people don't deserve second chances, because they will not change. That Joker must be locked up forever, and I doubt anyone would shed a tear if he were to die. People like that, they are like spiders."
Alfred chuckled uneasily at how the conversation and the girl before him changed, "a spider, how did you come up with that?"
"Everything about him," Kayla frowned as she looked to the ceiling, "he thrives on chaos, he thinks it's how he must live. He traps people and uses them until he can't, then he discards them. He threw his men at Batman, he didn't care if they were hurt or killed."
Kayla noticed the spark in Bruce as she mentioned that night, "yes, I noticed that as well." That was a lie, she didn't see him in the crowd. She saw his jaw tighten for a moment; yes she knew tics and that mush have been his. What was Bruce Wayne, eccentric billionaire, hiding?
And end! It'll be a lil while before she figures things out, but this is her first clue… sorry about the wait. Reviews = love.