Melanie Jane Ringwald was a nothing, she lived on the street, she could barley make ends meet at her dead end job. But that wasn't the full story, she went way beyond just some dead beat, she wasn't just a card in the deck, she was the card, The qu...
A/N: So Hi guys! So the rest of the story will be told in POV form because I realized that it would be a little easier to understand the feelings and thoughts of the characters. I hope you enjoy! xoxo and happy reading!
Well I'd say overall I had a pretty successful night. Robbed a bank, killed some people, and even enjoyed a nice live conference with the entire population of Gotham City, so yeah it was the usual.
Ever since the Batass locked every villain up in that no good Arkham Asylum, I've had free range of the place, looting, stealing, partying, I even took over a club down on main and 3rd, real classy with a lot of fancy digs. It was called the Deck of Cards and I made plenty of bank just from the booze sales but ya know when your the queen, you start to get greedy, especially when you grew up poor and slummin'. I could still remember those dark days like it had only be yesterday
*Flashback*
I walked through the door to the smell of booze and marijuana smoke
"What are you doing?" I asked, I got no response other than a puff of smoke to my face. "Hello? Are you even listening to me? God Damn it Mom!" I stormed over to the couch to find it wasn't my mother... She was dead on his lap. Blood was oozing from her head and her chest, his hands were stained red.
"Well,well,well look who finally decided to come home," a sharp laugh echoed through the small apartment.
"no, no,no! What did you do to her!" I screamed, a fresh stream of tears had begun to take course down my cheeks. I dropped to my knees and started to sob into her bloody chest, how could he have done such a thing, why had he done it! That's when something inside of me snapped, a voice in my head appeared and started to whisper "Do it, show him how wrong he was, make him join her," I tried to push the thought from my mind as he stood smiling down on me like the horrible monster he was.
"Doesn't matter what I did to her, it only matters what I'm going to do to you." His smile widened as he picked my up my shirt and threw me against the wall, my head collided with the window, and the next thing I knew I was locked in a room naked with just him, passed out on top of me. That's when the voice came back "Now's your chance, feel the power, let me overcome you," This is when I realized I needed to listen, I couldn't stay here, so I snatched the scissors off the nigh stand and plunged them into his head. I smiled a devilish grin as i felt his body take it's last breath....
*End of Flashback*
I shuttered with fear even just remembering it, but then I realized without it, I wouldn't be living large like I was today without it, so in order to get my mind off the past, I decided to head down to the club and spend the night partying and drinking. I threw on a gold cocktail dress that hugged my body in all the right ways, some knee high black suede boots, and my white trench coat, I had my crown necklace hanging from my neck like usual, just a little reinforcement for the people who crossed my path, to know who I was. I kept my make up to the usual dark nude lip, and a gold and nude eye shadow, my powder blue hair wavy, and I threw on a little of my favorite perfume, Mon Paris by Yves Saint Laurent.
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After a few little hair flips in the mirror, I made my way out of my penthouse and down the stairs to my beautiful collection of cars and cycles. I walked around the garage trying to decide, and then I stopped dead in my track at my beautiful royal blue 1976 Mustang GT supercharged. It had always been my favorite car, because it was the last car my mother owned before, well ya know. I decided it was a good fit for tonight's adventures, and eventually sped off onto the streets of Gotham. I came to a red light, and was about to blow through it until a shiny purple Lamborghini pulled up next to me. The windows were tinted a charcoal black, but whoever was inside was revving their engine, challenging me to a race. Of course i graciously roared my engine in return before speeding off in front of them, gaining myself a head start.
Second's later, the lambo appeared in my rear view mirror, gaining on me as I pressed all I had into the gas until I heard another car screeching onto the scene, I look back to see, none other than the Batass himself chasing from behind. "FUCK!" I screamed. My hands hit the wheel in anger, but my foot never eased on the pedal. I weaved in and out through traffic as did the purple Lamborghini,both of us trying to escape but what could they have to possibly be affraid off, the bat wasn't after them. After continuing through traffic, I hit a sharp turn hoping I would loose the bat, only to realize that the bat had vanished, and so had the Lamborghini. I slammed on the breaks realizing I was right outside the club. What the hell, I thought to myself. Was that good for nothing creature of the night not after me? and if not was he after the other car? I sat, puzzled for what seemed like for hours before the bouncer of the club ran around to open my door.
"Welcome back boss," He cooed, extending his hand to me. I pushed it away and stepped out, slamming my door before walking inside. I was beyond pissed. Who the fuck was that and why did Bat care about them more then me. The thought of it made my blood boil. I was gonna find out, even it meant breaking a few necks.
Hello everyone! So I feel like this update gives Melanie more of an evil and twisted feel to her, showing that she's more than your average theif, It gives her complextion and depth. The next chapter should be up sometime tonight and I hope you guys can comment and subscribe ;)
In the next chapter we will see a little bit of the Joker's point of view, and then we will maybe see their path's cross again ;)
