Chapter Eight~"Why So Serious?"

My wrists were all red and scratched from the handcuffs when they released them to then lock me to a chair. I looked around at the other frightened victims who were looking back at me sympathetically. The Joker licked his lips and laughed. He got really close to my face, glaring in my eyes, before taking a small pent knife from his pocket. I felt sick, he was going to hurt me. Hot, salty tears streamed down my face. "You've made a dangerous move pretty girl. Now you need to be punished." The Joker smirked. I closed my eyes and thought of Bruce. I thought about the way he smiles at me, the way his eyes light up at the sight of me, the way his suits brought out the contrast of his eyes. "Please don't hurt me." I begged through my tears. The Joker chuckled again. "I'm not going to hurt you until I tell you a story." He answered. A story? I inhaled deeply and waited for him to continue.


"You wanna know how I got these scars? My father, was a drinker, and a fiend. And one night, he goes off crazier than usual. Mommy gets the kitchen knife to defend herself. He doesn't like that. Not. One. Bit. So, me watching, he takes the knife to her, laughing while he does it. He turns to me and says, "Why so serious?" Comes at me with the knife. "WHY SO SERIOUS?" He sticks the blade in my mouth... "Let's put a smile on that face." And.." The Joker explained while walking around the room before getting closer to me again sticking the sharp blade in my mouth. I closed my eyes, waiting for the pain that was about to overcome me. "Why so serious?" He grunted before going to cut my mouth when something hit him on the back of the head stopping him...

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