The Great Book of Trash

The Joker's Daughter

The Joker's Daughter

Preface: I started writing this when Heath Ledger was the Joker, and continued it when Jared Leto took over. Plot is trash, characters are paper thin, and motivations are unclear. Definitely out of character characters, definitely terrible setting, definitely a lot of inaccuracies and illogical misadventures--but what earns this gem a place in this book is the fact that it's my second longest running pile of shit ever. And yes, I could definitely go back through, fix it up, and make it its own book--but fixing it up would mean completely re-writing it. No, I write here to get my creative juices pumping. And now the world gets to see this mess.

Rating: Explicit

Chapter One—Daddy Issues for Days

"Alec, what the fuck happened to your face?" Miranda gasped.

Miranda was one of few girls who actually liked Alexandria. She liked her a lot, actually, she was in love with her. Alec was unaware of Mir's unrequited love, and treated her like a little sister.

On that day, the fifteen year [now sixteen] old waltzed into homeroom with a black eye, a split lip, and a splinted nose. She smirked and fell into a seat next to Mir, with a long sigh.

"I came home a bit late last night, and daddy didn't like it. And, don't talk like that."

She made circles on the desk with her finger, and Mir lightly touched her face to see the full effect of the obvious beating.

"You can beat anyone up—so why do you take shit from that family?"

Mir knew exactly how fucked the Johnson's were. She hadn't until a few months back, when a tear-stained Alec showed up at her doorstep at 3:00 in the morning wearing nothing but a towel covered in blood. She hadn't known until Alec screamed at her when she attempted to call the cops. She hadn't known until Alec asked her to throw some alcohol on her back, which was covered in welts. She knew now, however, and had become as much of a matron as she could. Alec was strong, not invincible.

It made sense that Mir had a crush on Alec. Mir was short and normal looking. The only thing of note about her was Alec, constantly at her hip. Alec herself was tall, almost 5'11, and she had dip-dyed hair. From the root, it was blonde, which turned to green, red, and some purple about half way down. Usually, it was up in a bun. She managed to be insanely badass and also wear round spectacles; glasses like old-men wore in the sixties. Half the time she was wearing heels, and half she was wearing combat boots. Some days, she would stumble in with shades on and her hair down, and sleep through most of her classes. Nobody questioned that.

"They're the only family that'll take me. Besides sweets, I'll live. I always do."

Mir gave her a doubtful look, but by that time, English had started. So, she simply paid attention in class so that Alec wouldn't have to help her cheat to pass again. Alec had been orphaned since she was four, her father had gone to jail for killing her mother. It was all tragic, and all that, but she hardly let it affect her as she bounced from foster home to foster home. 'All a tragic accident, that poor girl', they often said.

She didn't reopen the conversation until lunch, when Alec sat down with what might have at one point been a sandwich. It had likely left the house a sandwich, but Mir knew that Alec sometimes squished it into her palm without thinking, and sometimes Alec fed bits of bread from it to birds on her way to school. That particular tangled mess of bread and jelly looked like it had been through both. Mir handed her a banana and a sandwich half, and then continued with her own lunch.

"You should call the cops, get put in one of those group homes.

"Drugs and even more raping."

"...okay, well....my dad would be happy to take you in."