**COMPLETE** Diamonds and Scars (Harley Quinn & The Joker - Fanfiction)

The Real Definition Of Insanity

Jerome's Perspective:

I act like I don't have a mind of my own, that my opinions and thoughts don't matter...but that's strictly not true. I have many thoughts and I'm not willing to share them, it's complicated but it keeps my victims guessing.

The name Jerome Wright doesn't have a ring to it, I stick with just Jerome and sometimes even try thinking up my own villain alias. Sure, Joker taught me some tricks but he's shaping me into someone I don't like. Someone I hate.

Poetry? That was my brother's thing, not mine. And yet I act like I use it on a more serious level, which is true but I'm dropping the whole poetic approach and trying my own level of madness. Unpredictability...it's what makes us interesting for other people. I'm not angry at Joker for killing my brother, far from it...I'm glad that I don't have to deal with another eye-witness. But then...at the same time, he stole the poetry thing from me, and I don't even like it. I suppose it's more of a unique trait to have but personally, not a very enjoyable one.

I am not becoming another Joker, in fact...I might just try and kill him or threaten him with something...or someone he loves. Hmm...he's pretty fond of that girl, what's her name? Harley! That's right.

"When we rise above darkness and take the place of another unfortunate mind..." I said seriously. "The mind we take becomes owned by another." "And when the mind blanks...you move on..." I took out a revolver from my coat pocket and walked towards The Joker. I pointed the gun at one oft he girls and shot her in the leg. "I am not your sidekick, don't make anyone else suffer for your mistake." I said, putting the gun near Joker's head.

Batman rushed over to the injured woman and comforted her. He looked at me with anger, he wanted to get up and punch me but felt more obliged to keep the dying woman company. Typical...predictable heroism. Boring.

The Joker just laughed at me. He wasn't afraid of dying or pain, I knew that. But I knew he was afraid of losing something, someone. I removed the gun from Joker's head and walked over to Harley.

"You got a good one here, J. She doesn't even flinch at your ugly-ass anymore." I said sarcastically walking around the room and moving the gun around in my hands.

Joker was clearly surprised that I didn't just talk in verses of poems. He was also surprised at my sudden disrespect, though he didn't exactly show it.

I wasn't scared of him or what he might do to me. I knew that the person he tried to make me isn't the person that I am. The person that I am is not an addition, not a replacement. But an actual person, someone with enough guts to kill anyone they want without hesitation. I'll show him, I'll show everyone. Soon enough...they will know the true consequences of their actions.

"Betrayal huh? Well I must admit I didn't think you had it in you! Here I thought I had a naïve little boy running around with guns without a care for revenge, and yet you've proved me wrong. So what are you going to do? Start a new life? Get a new look, new appearance...a new persona, perhaps? Or...will you settle things with yourself, with me and get some real revenge on the one who made you a criminal? Normally...I wouldn't care if you put a gun to my head and wanted to kill me. But involving my girl into this? Well...that's one mistake too many, Jerome." Joker said disappointingly.

"Why don't we ask 'The Dark Knight' what he thinks?" I asked, moving over to Batman. He was still with that woman. I shot the girl he was comforting in the head. Batman looked up at me, angrily. "I don't like waiting, Dark Knight"

The other girls screamed and moved away from the body.

"You...you killed her!" Batman said, slightly upset and angry at the same time.