Joker's Ace (sequel to Joker's weakness)

Chapter 1: Orphanage

Ace is my name. Well that's what people call me. I'm 14. I have long brown hair and blue eyes. I live in a orphanage because no one wants me. I wouldn't want me. I don't know who my parents are. I don't care who they are. They didn't want me so I don't want them. I hate it here. I wish a rich family would come and adopt me. But like I said no one wants me.

I sat in my bed. Looking at everyone else sound asleep. Thinking if I should run away again. I've done it at least 6 times. I've gotten caught each time. I look over to the window. They make it so easy to escape. It's like they want me to escape. I walk over to the window and slowly open it making sure the squeak sound doesn't wake anyone.

I'm glad the put me on the first floor or else it would make this hard. I don't bring anything with me. It's not like I have much to bring anyway. All I have is the stuff I'm wearing, my leather jacket that I always wear with a black shirt, skinny jeans, and black converse. It was around midnight and sprinkling ran. I know it's dangerous walking the dark streets of Gotham but I like danger. It's fun and exciting. I know I'm weird.

I was snapped out of my thoughts when I was suddenly pushed against a wall. "What's a little girl like you doing out here at this time of night?" The guy asked. I couldn't see his facial features because it was so dark. "What's an asshole like you doing pushing a girl like me around at this time of night?" I asked. He laughed a bit.

"What's your name?" He asked. I felt something cold and sharp touch my neck. I'm guessing a knife. "Jane." I lied. "That's the most fake name I've ever heard." He said. "Okay fine you tell me your name first then I'll tell you my real one." I told him. "Joker." He said. Oh shit. "Sally." I said.

He laughed a bit once more. "Okay now your just getting worse at the whole name thing." He said then pressed down the knife a little harder. "I'll ask once more. What's your name?" He asked. "Go ahead kill me. Do what I've dreamed of. Killing myself. You don't scare me." I said. Okay that was a little lie. I'm some what afraid of him but who isn't.

"What mommy and daddy didn't give you the phone you wanted for your birthday?" He asked. "It'd be nice if I'd have a mommy or daddy let alone a phone." I replied. He let go of me. "What? Feel bad now? That's fine I'm not the only person with mommy and daddy issues. So go ahead and kill me." I said. He put the knife away. "What's your real name." He asked. "I don't have one." I said.

"Do you know who I am?" He asked. "Yeah, yeah I know the best criminal in Gotham. But I really don't know my name. My parents left me at the orphanage with a little card that said Ace. It isn't my real name though." I told him. He backed away a bit. "Ace, I like that name." He said. He then turned and started walking away. "Wait. Your not gonna kill me?" I asked. He shook his head no as he kept walking. "Okay well bye." I muttered.

I watched him as he walked away. Joker not wanting to kill you. Well that's not something you see everyday. Did I like ruin his fun in killing me or something. Dang even a psycho killing clown didn't want anything to do with me. That says a lot. I turn then start walking back to the orphanage. When I got there I slid back into the window and went back to bed.