Joker is owned by Bill Finger, Bob Kane, and Jerry Robinson. Joker movie story plot is owned by Todd Phillips and Scott Silver. Lilith is my created character. Title of the story created by my beta.

Chapter 3

Lilith awoke from the sunlight creeping through her old blue fabric curtains, the brightness hurt her eyes. She squinted and sat up, stretching her arms outwards and letting out a long groan when the realization hit her. She gasped in shock and quickly grabbed the small circular clock beside her bed. Looking at it she screamed in annoyance, the alarm had not gone off. She dropped it on the bed and threw the quilt off her warm body.

Quickly getting changed out of her clothing and dumping them on the floor, she grabbed her old clothing from the floor. She did not have time to go through her cupboard or drawers, she did not care if it went to together or not. Looking in the mirror, she did not even have time to do her make up. She looked at her wig, she wanted to put it on, but, could not. She always put it on together with her make-up, doing different styles and colours each time.

A part of her really wanted to do her makeup, but she knew if she did it, she would not have a place on the market. She really needed to sale her products today. Tears fell from her eyes as she looked at her naked self. She gritted her teeth she would just have to grin and bear it for once in her life. She could do it for one day. She quickly put her hair into twin loose braids at least she could look somewhat presentable to her customers along with some jewellery.

Despite her efforts, she still felt self-conscious about her face. It was just her face she felt self-conscious about as more tears fell. She quickly wiped them away, unable to look at herself anymore. Trying to cope with her insecurities, after years of internalizing, her emotions began to fluctuate. Laughter filled her head and then voices spoke to her, she held her head within her hands. Shaking her head frantically as she closed her eyes mumbling,

"Shut up..."

The laughing and voices getting stronger and louder she screamed out.

"SHUT UP!"

Lilith quickly ran out of her room, tears still streaming down her cheeks trying to get the noise out of her head. She grabbed her bags and keys rushing out of the front door locking it behind her. Her hands shook uncontrollably. Once she finally heard the lock, she rushed to the stairs brushing past a person but she did not have the time to see who it was. She looked back at them to apologize for almost hitting them, but her eyes were blurred from her tears.

She was unable to make out who it was and just shouted out to them instead.

"Sorry!"

Lilith walked out the front doors towards the bus stop. To her pleasant surprise, it was already there with people queuing up to get on. She paid the driver the fare and made her way to sit down. Putting her bags beside her it was to stop anyone from sitting near her; she wanted to be alone right now. Lilith needed to control her head and get into the mindset of a professional seller. If she wanted to make her money today, she needed to be cool and calm.

She took in a deep breath and then let out a long heavy sigh of relief. Repeating the process a few times till she felt relaxed she opened her eyes. Looking out the window to see where she was, Lilith discovered she was near her location. Pressing the button to make the driver stop, she got up and walked to the front. Getting off she thanked the driver and walked the trash covered roads to the open market area. People were already setting up their stalls.

Lilith gasped in shock, and rushed over to the market place, quickly passing the other market traders, desperately hoping to find an empty one. She smiled with joy when she saw one right at the far end; she ran over and put down her bags on the dirty pavement. Gotham market place was a large open area stationed at the end of all the local shops. It traded all year round with a mix each day depending on the traders who come. Come rain or shine, people tried to sell their products there, for some it's their livelihood.

Whoever got there first got a place as there are only ten stalls in the area. They could trade for however long they wanted too, with some staying till late in the afternoon. The busiest days being the weekend, which was when Lilith would try her luck. Lilith opened her first bag, grabbing her soft white large blanket and throwing it over the wooden table. She soothed it out for any lumps then started putting out her products. She had a range of different items to sell.

Lilith made all of her own items from materials she brought. First, she put out her scented candles. There was a range of different scents or just plain candles, so, if people did not like smelling ones there was an alternative. Her candles also ranged from various sizes. Next were her pillows, hand sown from fabrics. They ranged from shapes of animals, flowers and leaf to plain ones. All of her pillows had a multi-coloured tartan pattern on them. Finally, were her clay figures, which took the longest time to make.

Lilith spent endless nights making them, she made all sorts of different animals. She would hand paint them and she enjoyed doing it too. They only came in one size as she placed them upon her countertop for people to see. Lastly, Lilith grabbed her radio and turned it on a low setting as she listened to the local station. She looked around to see who was on today and it seemed like the regulars. Lilith only knew a few of them Freddie on fruit and vegetables, Mike on fabric, Jessica on jewellery and Laura on records.

Lilith only knew them by name; they were not friends but were always polite and respected each other. Sitting on the chair that came with the stall, she waited for customers as she heard a buzzing of chatter in the distance. Lilith smiled happily, wiping her eyes from any dust she quickly reached into the pocket of her black jean shorts. Gasping aloud with joy she found some mints, stuffing two into her mouth to freshen up her morning breath. All she had to do now was wait for them to come over she could only hope she did not scare them off with her look.

DEPARTMENT OF HEALTH, OFFICE

Arthur had made his way to the health clinic to see his social worker for a catch-up. Sitting in the waiting room, he waited his turn, his left leg bouncing up and down repeatedly. He tried to hold back his laughter from coming out. When a door opened letting out a patient and an African American woman came out. She was in her fifty's, with a small curly afro style black hair and brown eyes with silver hoops in her ears. She was of average built. At a height of five foot five, she looked tired and unfulfilled, due to being overworked in her job. She called out to her next patient.

"Arthur Fleck?"

Arthur looked up from his position and stood up, still limping from his attack from yesterday. He walked over to her and they went inside her office. It was cramped and run-down in a cramped and run-down building. There were stacks of folders piled high all around the room from years of patients she had. A brown pinboard on her wall is filled with letters stuck too if for important meetings, reminders and future appointments coming up.

Arthur sat down with her behind her desk. She goes to talk to him but gets interrupted by the sound of Arthur unexpectedly and uncontrollably laughing cracking up. He has a cigarette in his left-hand, tears start forming in his eyes from laughing so hard. He's tried to get it under control as he almost choked a few times. He is in the middle of a laughing fit, but there is a pain in his eyes and face. He tries to stop laughing several times, but cannot. His brown hair was greasy and matted down.

He was wearing an old, faded burgundy woolly cardigan, plain white shirt, dark blue trousers and black shoes. His brown coloured hoodie draped behind his chair. The social worker waited patiently for him to stop, she seemed to be used to these fits. She sat waiting for his laughing fit to end, she had been through this routine many times before. Finally, it subsides Arthur takes a deep breath, pauses to see if it's over or not. When he talks to her.

"Is it just me, or is it getting crazier out there?"

Despite the laughter, there was a real pain in his eyes. Something within him was broken. It looks like he hasn't slept in days. The Social worker felt tense. People were upset, struggling, and looking for work. The garbage strike seems like it's been going on forever. These are tough times as she nodded her head to his question and answers responds with an empathic look at the economic depression.

"It is certainly tense. People are upset there struggling looking for work these are tuff times"

But Arthur's smile conveyed that he was looking for a deeper answer. He grinned suddenly and laughs at her. She asks another question,

"How 'bout you. How's the job? Still enjoying it?"

Arthur nodded his head in response to her question.

"Yeah, I mean, it's different each day, so I really like that. I don't think I could ever work in an office. Behind a desk."

The social worker just looks at him as he smiles weakly at her,

"No offense"

She then asked Arthur a more personal question.

"Have you been keeping up with your journal?"

Arthur smiles sweetly at her as he replies tilting his head to the right slightly.

"Yes, Ma'am"

Arthur took a breath from his cigarette there is a brief pause when the social worker asks another question.

"Great. Did you bring it with you?"

Arthur let out a low groan at her question as he tries to avoid the subject, smiling, he replies.

"I'm sorry. Did I bring what?"

The Social worker lowly sighs to herself, getting impatient with Arthur. She doesn't have time for this or his actions so she tells him sternly.

"Arthur, last time I asked you to bring your journal with you, for these appointments. Do you have it?"

While she talks both of Arthur's legs begin to bounce fast repeatedly, his hands between his legs trying to stop himself. He is nervous but he answers her,

"Yes ma'am"

Taking a long puff of his cigarette she nods at him as she speaks.

"Can I see it?"

Arthur tuts lowly to himself and reluctantly reached into his bag on his left side and pulls out a weathered notebook with a red cover. The notebook was curved at the sides. He slides it across to her.

"I've been using it as a journal, but also a joke diary. Funny thoughts, or observations. I think I told you I'm pursuing a career in stand-up comedy"

Half-listening, she flicked through his journal. It consisted of pages and pages of notes, all in neat, angry-looking handwriting. Also, cut out photos from hardcore pornographic magazines violently scribbled on alongside entries about his hopelessness and his death and some crude handmade drawings.

The Social Worker frowns at the things she is seeing before her as she answers him,

"No. You didn't"

Arthur looks down at her as he answers back with a deep voice.

"I think I did"

However, she didn't respond and keeps flipping through his journal Arthur talks to her.

"I didn't realize you wanted to read it"

The social worker gave him a look, then reads something in the pages that gives her pause. She reads aloud to him.

"I just hope my death makes more sense than my life..."

She looks up at Arthur a frown upon her face. He stares back then he laughs a little, even though he doesn't think it's funny, he answers for the joke she had read with a small smile upon his face.

"Yeah. I mean, that's just..."

She looked up at him and asks a question,

"Does my reading it upset you?"

Arthur leans in towards her and answers,

"No. I just, some of its personal. You know?"

She nodded in understanding.

"I understand. I just want to make sure you're keeping up with it"

She slid his journal back to him and he held it in his lap, holding it tightly against himself as if it was his most treasured item. The Social worker frowned and asked him another question.

"How does it feel to have to come here? Does it help... having someone to talk to?"

Arthur took another long breath of his cigarette and answered her.

"I think I felt better when I was locked up in a hospital"

Arthur did not look at her anymore; his eyes had a blank stare to them, as the Social worker continued on.

"And have you thought about... why you were locked up?"

Arthur's mind quickly flashed back to his time in Arkham Asylum when he was younger. He was in a white top and bottoms, his hands cuffed in front of him as he stood in front of the door. There was a small square double glass window to peer out from. The whole room was white with boarded-up windows. Arthur stood violently smacking his head against the glass. Over and over he did not care about the pain as he started to bleed from the brutal torture, he put upon himself.

Nobody came to stop him; he was left to continue in his suffering. Arthur snapped out of his trance and let out a deep sigh of annoyance as he answered with a deep voice.

"Who knows..."

She frowned at his answer and wrote something down at a quickened pace, glancing at the clock, she was running late for her next appointment. Arthur looked down at his legs and let out a long sigh as he paused unsure of how to ask his next question.

While the social worker wrote down everything they had talked about today. He asked softly.

"I was wondering if you could ask the doctor to increase the dosage on my medications?"

She looked at him then goes through his records one by one and asked him a question,

"Have you been sleeping?"

Arthur lied to her,

"Some..."

She glanced at his file again and back up at him to remind him,

"Arthur you're on seven different medications. Surely they must be doing something?"

Arthur stared her in the eyes and answered.

"I just don't want to feel so bad anymore"

Arthur then got up and left the room he left the Social worker who sat there in her office. Without a chance to say anything else, he slammed the door behind him. She saw her next client.

GOTHAM MARKET PLACE

Lilith sat on her chair while she awaited her next customer; people had looked at her items. She had sold a good load of products; some customers were trying to negotiate on the price tag, but she did not mind at all. Lilith would rather sell her items even if it meant she had to knock off the price a bit. She looked at the items she had left; she could only hope she sold more. She looked out for more customers, smiling to herself.

She had filled up her stock again and now had nothing left. Her stomach rumbled, she had tried to ignore it all day and had unintentionally skipped out on breakfast. She was going to have to eat a big meal once she gets back home. Lilith looked for her regular customer she awaited her arrival. When she finally saw her come toward her stool Lilith smiled at her. Happy to see her, she had begun to think she might not come today. The lady was an elderly woman in her sixties she loved to collect animal statues.

She looked at the collection Lilith had on sale today.

"Anything new my dear?"

Lilith pointed to the three new animals she had just created a badger, fox and duck. The lady picked them up and looked at how well-crafted they were. She eyed up each one to see how the paint and markings were along with any imperfections.

Lilith knew the women liked them to be in perfect condition. She had told Lilith she had a massive collection of animal statues in a glass cabinet at home. So, it did not bother her too much as she watched the lady put them back down and reached into her bag.

"How much for the three statues dear?"

Lilith reached into her bag she got some bubble wrap and a plastic bag for her as she answered.

"Eight dollars. If that's okay?"

The lady nodded her head in agreement as Lilith wrapped them up individually. To make sure they would be safe for the rest of her day. The lady handed over the money while Lilith gave her the items.

The lady smiled sweetly at her while she put them in her handbag happy with her purchase. She looked at Lilith as she spoke softly,

"I cannot wait to see what new statues you have next week dearie"

Lilith smiled sweetly back at her and replied,

"I hope you enjoy your new ones too"

The lady chuckled at her as she answered.

"Oh, they will look lovely with the rest of my animal's statues I have"

Lilith nodded at her reply as she curiously asked her a question, having always wondered since she first served her the animal statues.

"How many do you have? If you do not mind my asking"

The lady laughed at her question, which Lilith was happy and relieved to hear. She was worried she might have scared her away with her question. She did not want that one bit.

"Oh, my too many! I lost count years ago my love"

Lilith giggled at her answer, nodding her head she understood she walked off waving goodbye. Lilith responded back to her and waved.

"Goodbye take care of yourself!"

The lady nodded in her response and disappeared on her merry way to her next stop. Lilith sighed happily that she had made another sale for the day as dusk started to take over the sky. She would need to head home soon. A cool breeze taking over as her stomach continued to rumble aggressively at her. Lilith looked at the stool beside her it was Freddie. She saw the delicious red and green apples and other fruits made her stomach growl in hunger.

Lilith called over,

"Hey, Freddie!"

He looked over at her as she waved at him, he waved back as she asked him a question.

"How much for a green apple?"

Freddie picked one up and threw it at her Lilith had moved to catch it. She managed to get the apple within both hands and looked at him in confusion he walked over to her. Lilith felt her heart pound in worry, she had not interacted with the market people much before.

Freddie had stopped in front of her and smiled sweetly she got weird vibes from him. But he then cheekily asked her a question.

"May I have one of your candles for my wife's birthday tomorrow? In exchange for the apple and any other fruit, you may like"

Lilith felt her heart skip a beat at Freddie's request, she smiled at him happy to oblige with his question. Lilith let him pick one out but as he looked, she spoke.

"You may take two seeing as how it's your wife's birthday you can never treat a woman to enough surprises"

Freddie laughed at her statement as he looked at her Lilith joined him,

"True that! Uh I'm sorry I did not catch your name"

Lilith nodded at him as she answered,

"Lilith"

Freddie nodded took in her name as he responded.

"Well it's nice to meet you, Lilith"

Lilith returned the nod as she watched him pick out two candles. She wrapped them up for him with bow ribbons and placed them into a plastic bag. She handed them over to him he walked off, he called out to Lilith.

"Help yourself to some fruit before you head home"

Lilith nodded her head, she understood but her gut felt otherwise. She felt unpredictability and uncertainly from him. She shivered from goose bumps as she got creeped out from him.

Chapter 4

Hi everyone!

I hoped you enjoyed chapter 3 please let me know what you thought or should continue the story. As feedback is always welcome as I am looking to improve my skills. Plus I have also made a Twitter account I will updating on there often about updates on my chapters and youtube videos along with other stuff. If you would like to follow me I will follow back too. My names is Foxes Wonderland or there is a link on my profile page.