Are you amused yet?

[Variety]

Michelle walked slowly towards the last place she knew she wouldn't be thrown out of. The amusement park, with all it's scary malfunctioning rides. She had heard multiple times on the news of fatalities happening on every ride. It had long been shut down, but some of the rides mysteriously seemed to be in full function. It was also pouring, and her hooded jacket was the only thing shielding her from the cold rain. It wasn't doing a good job, and what was once a light gray jacket, was now damp and soggy. She had her hood on though, and it helped keep the water out of her face. She was wearing the only pair of jeans she had at the moment, ripped and abit baggy.

She hadn't had the time to go around shop lifting clothes, she just wanted out of that city. She was shunned by everyone around her, for what she was. She walked slowly down the winding path that lead to any form of shelter. She could care less about the frightening rides. They spooked the hell out of her, but that never stopped her from anything before. Her navy blue converse squeaked slightly as she passed through the ticket booth. She was covered for a few seconds by the tiny roof above. She removed her hood slowly, and eyed her surroundings with her green eyes. It was truly a dark and dreary place. It gave her the creeps, she thought about going back. When she heard a gunshot far away behind her, she decided it wasn't safe out there for her anymore. She jumped forward into the rain once more.

She let the water run down her bangs and drip in front of her face. She didn't know where she would stay tonight. The Roller coaster that could go berserk and throw her off? Or the Bumper cars that could flip and leave her helpless? Wait, helpless? What was she thinking? She had her unique skills, and that would keep her safe...but for how long?

[Joker]

Joker has been reclining on a lawn chair by 'The House of Mirrors' when he saw a form approach his amusement park, he simply didn't move but still rocked himself back and forth from where he was already sitting. Tossing his knife from this hand, and then the other. Smacking those red lips of his, he followed her with his eyes as the young female seemed to sulk from ride to ride.

His appearance was more than frightening. It was chaotic. You could say he possessed the form of a gentlemen but with negative colored clothes. What would be his over coat shone a medium purple instead of a neautral black. Normal trousers and shoes, and purple leather gloves. Underneath the coat, he wore what seemed like a green sweater that cut off at the sleeves and a tie to go with it. The sleeves started and so did a blue and white hexagonal pattern. However, he hardly took off his overcoat to begin with. His dark green hair seemed to be wet all the time and his makeup would run. As for his makeup, it consisted of white facepaint and black covered eyes. Also, he wore what seemed to be red lipstick that trailed off his lips and over his scars to make a smile. Those scars..what a story.

[Variety]

Michelle was never one to get easily spooked by noises or anything, but the sudden squeak of a chair did catch her attention. A chair? Here? It's...J-Just my imagination. She shrugged it off and continued to go from ride to ride. They were either all soaking wet or exposed to the weather, which didn't do her any good. She stood on her tippy toes and looked ahead, all the same. Thee was one place though that could hide her well. It might drive her up the wall, but she would have to go there. The House of Mirrors. She felt a mysterious presence, and it made her shiver slightly. Upon turning around to head for the House, she froze up. She could have sworn she saw someone there. She stood extremely still, like a deer in headlights almost. A flash of lightening, and thee was nothing.Keep it together Mich, please. She sighed and continued to step inside the house of mirrors.

It smelled dusty and unused. Like an abandoned house should smell like. Is this what her house smelled like now? She tried to shake those thoughts and continued into the maze. Every now and then she would bum into a mirror and curse loudly. She knew she would have a hard time getting out of here later, but right now it was okay. She stopped at one mirror though, slightly cracked in the corner and looked at her reflection. She looked like she had been crying, when it was the effects of the rain. She just stood here and looked at herself, wondering what had become of that once sweet girl.

[Joker]

"Hmmhmmhmm.." came Jokers voice as he watched her bump into mirror after mirror. He was now leaning forward on his chair and had both of his elbows on his legs. "I thought my looks were bad." he tilted his head sideways as he kept his eyes on this newcomer. "Tell me...girl. What are you doing in my amusement park?" on one of his hands that was free, he held a small knife and was still twirling it through his fingers as he observed quietly. Oh no, he would not get up first. This girl had made a mistake coming to his dwelling.

He reached for his purple, long overcoat and held it firmly as he looked to the girl again. "You look a little teared up. Was it the good ol' parents?" Joker always made the mistake of wronging how old someone was. He would probably do the same with this girl. Right now, he assumed she was very young. In her early teens maybe.

[Variety]

Michelle squinted her eyes to get a glimpse of the guy. She couldn't really see that well though, with her bangs hanging over her eyes and the dark blinding her. She rubbed her right arm and shrugged her shoulder. She had no idea who she was talking to really. " Your amusement park? " She asked. She was really curious as to who this guy could be. Was he a bum that had to much to drink for his own good? It could just be her mind playing tricks on her. She took a step towards the voice, but suddenly felt a cold chill. This guy was something else. Just the very presence of him made her feel a bit uneasy. She perked up though when he mentioned her parents. She didn't want to sound like an uncaring smart ass, but she couldn't help it.

" Heh, my parents are dead. " She said stressing the last word. She put her hood back on and turned to leave. " Have some respect for the dead.. " She said slowly and kept walking into the maze. Hotheaded and stubborn, this was probably not the right place for her to be.

[Joker]

"What makes you think I have no respect? However, some get whats coming to them." he stood and threw on his overcoat with one swift motion. "You seem like a low class criminal..but you are still a criminal. What did you do?" he took the shortcut out of the deep end of the House of Mirrors and walked to the front of the game. He was quietly examining his pocket knife as he waited for her to emerge. He then thought of what he would do to her.

If she gave him much more lip, he would kill her without remorse. Well, maybe he shouldn't underestimate this girl? No. She practically looked like she was crying in there. What threat could she possibly be? He glanced over in the direction of barking. It came from one of the failed rides and served as a pen for his hounds. Yes, he acquired them from The Chechen a while ago. His faithful companions.

[Variety]

Michelle paid more attention than that guy wold have thought. some get whats coming to them. She grinded her teeth together. Her parents never deserved what came to them. It was all the work of that caped crusader, the masked wonder of Gotham, that flying rodent. She made a noise as if she was disgusted, but she lightened up at the mention of her criminal status. " What did I do? Nothing yet...Nothing I regret anyways...I steal, I rob, I lie...same old story..." She closed her eyes when she found the exit and kept walking forward.

She stopped whe she sensed that he was closer than he had been back at the entrance. " Where are you? " She said kind of slow and mysterious. She too had heard the barking of the hounds. They didn't sound too nice, " Who ever owns those pooches better watch out, they might end up as my dinner ". She would never eat anything that wasn't ' on the menu ' as they say. Chicken, cow, yadda yadda. She just wanted to see his reaction and she smiled and laughed on the inside. She knew what she was capable of becoming, and it scared even herself sometimes. She could be the soft gray bunny a child could carry, or the fearsome lion that gave you a heart attack. Hell, she could turn into one of these mirrors, now that she had seen them. SHe could become whatever she had seen. That reminded her, she had not been able to see him yet, but she knew he was in the dark. Somewhere.

[Joker]

"I will be in front of you when you make your way out of the maze." he said, crossing his arms. "You wouldn't eat a dog. From the look in your eyes, I could tell you were sane. Plus, you have to ask who would eat who first.." he finished with a smack of his lips and twirling the blade in his hand. Joker waved his hand to the dogs and yelled, "QUIET!" he then turned back to the entrance and began to tap his foot out of impatience.

"I am the Joker by the way." he smacked his lips as he looked up and sideways. "I am almost certain you have heard of me either by some other criminal, or merely the law." he resumed to tapping his foot and continued to wait.

[Variety]

She heard his foot tap and smiled to herself. What a character he had. She stepped out into the rain again with a smile on her face. She still had her hood on, and all that could be sen was her pearly fangs that rested from her lips. The hounds were unsettling to her, they sounded so mean. She knew he was right next to her and she could see his purple overcoat slightly. She didn't turn to look at him though. She shuddered slightly when he yelled. She wasn't afraid though, she just didn't want trouble. She had found it though.

"I am the Joker by the way."

She sort of smiled, thinking this is some kind of joke. She pulled off her hood and turned to look at him with a smile. It was soon turned into a look of total awe. It was HIM. She was basically kicking herself on the inside for even coming here now. He was dangerous, too dangerous, even she couldn't stand a chance. She stepped back slightly. She had admired him for sometime, but meeting him like this was abit intimidating. He was so much taller than her and that knife he carried, how much gore had it seen? " The Joker..." She said calmly, she was not afraid. She kept telling herself this, even though she was staring at his scars like a little kid stares at colorful candy.

[Joker]

"Yes?" he said with a lick of his lips. He stopped to notice she was staring at his scars. Should he? Oh yes. "Wanna know how I got these scars?" he took a jumping step forward, tossing his knife back and forth in his hands. Since he jumped, his gun fell off of its holster and clanged on the ground. It was a regular size TMP. Small, but lethal. He bent over to pick it up and accidentally pulled the trigger in doing so causing a loud 'TIPTIPTIPTIPTIPTIPTIP' to sound out and go in the direction of the dogs.

Joker stared at the direction the gun had shot and blinked when he heard something go 'yipe.' He then, carefully this time, turned to pick the TMP back up. He glanced over at the pen and said, "Shit." rather abruptly. He was obviously not too pleased he shot one of his prized pooches.

[Variety]

She wasn't startled by his sudden step towards her, but she was alarmed by the gun shots. Sudden memories of her mother's futile attempt at robbery flooded her mind. Without notice she leaped backward and into the air, when she hit the ground again she was changed. Her soft brown hair had become a mane of bristly Hyena fur. She was the spitting image of one too. She snarled at him and bared her fangs. She was brought back to reality a few seconds later though.

It was probably enough for him to gaze upon the beast though. When she realized that she had snarled at her idol, she whined loudly. She wasn't capable of human speak in this form and she padded forward towards him. She was terrified of her own self and she looked so sad when she finally returned to her normal self. It took only seconds, but it did tire her out abit. She didn't look at him but turned to leave with a hurt expression. God damnit Michelle, your such a dumbass.

[Joker]

Joker blinked. Did he see right? This chick just turned into a hyena? He proceeded to put the gun back in its holster and said, with his hands now in his pockets, "I have seen some shit in this city but that was pretty new.." he blinked before returning to his normal expression. "So, mind telling me how you exactly did that?" he took his hands out of his pocket and continued to throw his knife from one hand to the other.

"I didn't finish telling you how I got my scars either." he turned his head to the side to hide an amused look. "Everyone in this city is a freak."

[Variety]

The hurt expression she had on her face soon turned to a small smile. Well at least someone didn't want to put a bullet through her. She turned back to look at him and sighed. " Long story short, My family was in financial problems, mother reverted to stealing, ummm...what else...oh yeah The Bat came after us, we crashed our car, and I got the worst end..." She chuckled trying to make it a bit amusing and not so harsh sounding. " I was covered in this nasty ooz, some sort of chemical...and wallah, here I am..." She put her hands in her hood pouch and shrugged. " Wanna see anything else? " She had to refrain from laughing. It was alright talking about this when the other person wasn't about to run in fear. If anything that was her part. " Your scars...that's right...do tell.." She was so interested now.

[Joker]

"Well." he walked forward and placed the knife in the corner of her mouth. "Its sort of a..painful story." he licked his lips and looked up as if he was thinking. "My father was a drunk...and a fiend. He would come home and have fits and rages throughout the night. Well, one night mommy gets bold and tries to defend herself. He didn't like that." he stopped and stared at her. "Not. One. Bit. So, with me watching, he takes the knife to her. Laughing as he does so, he then notices me. 'Why so serious?' he walks over. 'Why so serious?' he places the blade in my mouth. 'Lets put a smile on that face!' and thennnnnn..." he looked up. "Why so serious?"

Depending on her next move, he would attempt to cut her cheek like he did everyone else. It was nothing personal, just what he liked to do. He had to separate her in a category from weak and helpless to witty and powerful. Wonder which one she would fall in?

[Variety]

((Lol you have my permission to shred her cheek if I mess this up, no hard feelings. Let's make this realistic))

She felt the cold metal of the blade press dangerously against her cheek. Her heart began to race and she felt the blood rushing to her cheeks. She wasn't afraid. She had felt so much pain before, she knew what it was like, being a freak. What was another bleeding wound from all the other's she had so far. It was another way of showing the world that this is what happens when you put all your belief into this world. " This world is f***ing crazy. You slice my cheek today and tomorrow I'd just be back here again..Gots Nowhere else ta go...I want revenge against The Bat..." She tried saying this with that knife in her mouth. It came out rather odd sounding, but he should understand. Anyone would have closed their eyes now, expecting the worst, but not her. This wasn't the worst, this was just the beginning.