Jokers girl

Beauty has fallen

                                                                                      Joker pov

The building collapses with me next to it. I am smiling so much, but the scars make it look like I'm smiling more. The batman has flew back down and I have strolled into the building I'm standing on. I skip and hum a tune when I look out the window. You can hardly see it, but in all of the rubble is a woman lying there. 

I shoot the window and break the glass. I am 10 stories high and i jump down to the ground. I land in a parachute roll and click my neck. The police are chasing batman so I don't need to hide. I walk through the rubble. There she is.

A pale woman in her 20's with frizzy and wavey hair that is cut in a V shape. She is wearing a ripped white shirt and tight skirt that covers most of her thighs. Her hair is perfect and her eyes are a light blue. Her nose is small and cute and she has light pink lips. She is slim and perfect. I check her pulse and it is still there. She is just unconscious. 

I search her body and find a ID card in her chest pocket. Her name is Rochelle Beethay born in May 19 1995. 22 years old. I took a picture and took her ID pass. I can't let my feelings get in the way of my job. But I have to do this. 

I really should do what I did to Barbara Gordon. Where I paralyzed her and took pictures. But I don't. I couldn't. No one saw me. I carry her to Gotham General which is down the road and leave her outside. She was layed flat of the floor and I saw a paramedic take her in. 

No one saw me.