Joker's new girl

CHAPTER 3: Now

(((5 years later)))

(Now you are 17 years old and have kinda forgot about Joker)

I just finished my work at 8:34. My father (one of the richest men) want me to work for my own money, and I do. My dad was supposed to pick me up from work but he had to take care of some things at work

I had to walk through an alley to get to the other side and walk straight home. I wasn't scared because My father tought me how to fight. I heard I sound behind me.

So I turned around. As I was turning around I felt a gun to my forehead. "Well hallo there pretty thing" a guy said "so you wanna come over here and give me a kiss" he said

He put his hand on my waist. I pushed him away. "Oh darling that's not nice" he lifted his fist and I was kinda ready, but I closed my eyes waiting for the pain. It never came so I opened my eyes to see Joker holding his arm

Then suddenly Joker twisted his arm, making it crack and having the ma scream. Joker then shot him in the knee. The guy continued screaming and then had a shot in his head

I closed my eyes everytime the man got hurt. Soon it was quiet so I opened my eyes. "You should stop getting yourself into trouble, so that I don't have to save every time" Joker says smiling at you. "Well thank you" you replied "Whatever" he said laughing and walking away

I called dad asking him to pick me up as soon as possible. "Ok where are you?" Dad asked. "Um... in front of the pizza place" Ok I'll be right there" dad said

After a few minutes he finally came with his lamborghini. I got in. "What happened? " Dad asked. "There was a guy who held a gun  and tried to touch me and... (Sniff)" you said trying to hold back tears "Ok wait, wait, wait. What happened"

"There was a guy who held a gun against my head and tried to touch me but the Joker c-" I was cut off by my father. "The Joker!!" He almost yelled "Yeah" I said confused. "Why does he keep helping you"

"What do you mean keep helping me?" You said. "(Sigh) When you were 6 you got lost and he brought you back home and gave you a Joker card that you supposedly had to take care of, and when you were 12 he helped you when you were bullied." Dad said while driving us home.

"a Joker card?... I had to take care it!... What" you said softly. You and you're dad got out of the lamborghini. "Follow me" you're dad said not so happy.

You followed him into the batcafe where he never really let me enter. He then opened a drawer and took out a card. "This is the card... You may keep it if you want to. I nod my head speachless.