Hush (A Joker Story)

1: Introductory [REVISED]

Story & Sequel Name:

1. Hush

2. Skream

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Author's Note: I understand there is another author with a story similar to mine. "The Truth" by Sherlock_Just. Her and I both know about each other, we have talked, and one did not copy the other. We just had similar ideas is all :)
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Sometimes I wake up wondering where I am, why I'm here and why I decided to be here. But is it a decision to be where you are, or is it destiny trying to show you your fate?

I like to think it's fate. I never decided to be here. I've just dealt with the fact that I'm good with what I do, so I do it.

My brother died, my family abandoned me at fourteen. Because I wasn't worth anything. I went to an orphanage for a few years, but after being rejected one too many times, they told me no one would ever want a girl like me. Right? They seriously told me that, kicking me out in the rain as the door slammed in my face, water and tears sliding down my small cheeks. On the bright side, I adapted. I learned how great it was to have street smarts, figuring out which streets would keep me out of harm's way when I needed a quick nap before scavenging for food and water. Plus, a public school around the area took me in, offering to teach me, but none of the staff there could take me in, and I would run every time they tried to. Legally, they couldn't just take me, so they settled on buying my school lunches, and they also provided me with some money to get by, which I did. I was Gotham's little secret, as most of Gotham didn't even know about me. The child abandoned by her birth parents, but cared for by many.

From being the girl nobody wanted, I became Gotham's most wanted. Yeah, it took me a few years, as I was now a twenty year old girl, who was jobless until five months ago.

Now, I work for Gotham's Clown Prince of Crime, the one, the only, Joker.

Why am I the most wanted, you ask? Well, Joker usually disposes of his henchmen, but he really appreciates my work, so he keeps me around, even though he knows practically nothing about me. I think he prefers it that way. He calls me Mouse, since I'm only 5'6, normal height for a girl, and I'm slender. He thinks I'm a guy, a short guy, for I've never actually spoken and I always wear a mask and baggy clothing around him. I keep my hair up, since I prefer everyone thinking I'm a guy. It makes everything so much easier for me. Not having to deal with these horny bastards around me trying to get some tail, since it's all they talked about. Also, the sexism in this profession was insanely hard to brush off with everyone assuming women are the lesser sex, as untrue that may be. Everyone knows women can do just as much as a man, plus some.

My name is actually Blaise. Blaise Harper. But Joker has never asked, so I never have to tell.

I'm always the one he depends on to do his dirty work when he can't. Harley, too, but he knows I am smarter so he usually asks me. Harley thinks I'm a guy, therefore she's always so nice to me, but if she realized I was a girl, she'd probably do everything in her power to kick me out, since she wants to be the only girl in Joker's life. I really didn't like her, though. She annoyed me, and she always got in my way.

I had all the luxuries she had, from my own bedroom, to a day off every now and then to do whatever I wanted. I even had my own bathroom in my room, and my closet was a walk-in. Contrary to belief, Joker lives in a pretty big house on the outskirts of Gotham, because why wouldn't he have a glorious mansion? No one knows about it, obviously. No one expects him to live in such luxury. It's a new place he chose, and I'm one of the only henchmen of his that gets one of the best rooms. The rest of them either sleep in the warehouses or in the dingy, outdated rooms this place had that no one bothered to tend to.

Sometimes, the Joker buys me dinner. We sit there as he tells me about his day, but he never expects me to talk. He thinks I'm a mute, but I still laugh (in a deep, grunting voice) occasionally when he says something funny, and that's enough for him. I wouldn't consider myself his best friend though, I'm just one of his best henchmen.

The only henchman that knows of my secret is Jade. Joker calls her Pitch because her voice is so high and melodic, he decided that name suited her. It definitely does. She doesn't know my real name. She calls me Mouse. Joker is well aware that she is a girl, and I see how she gets treated around here. Not by Joker specifically, but by all the male henchmen around here. It was awful. It was a daily reminder how vital it was to keep up this facade.

My best quality is the element of surprise. Joker admires that about me. I could sneak into a bank and steal a couple thousand dollars, and no one would notice until after the crime was done. I've always had the ability to be super sneaky, although sadly I haven't been able to do it solo. I always needed a team.

Well, perhaps I could, but the Joker is just too good to me, I couldn't possibly leave him. Not only would he be so angered he'd put a target on me, but being a mere henchman directs all blame from rival super villains onto Joker, and not me. I wouldn't be able to hold my own enemies. Maybe someday I could, but for now, I'm one of Joker's henchmen, and I like it here.

Oh, do I like it here.