Alexandria Wayne was stuck in between a rock and a hard place when she meets and falls in love with her father AKA Batman's sworn enemy...The Joker.
(This Is A JARED LETO/JOKER Fanfiction Book, So Don't Read It If You Don't Like These Type Of Books.)
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*~Alexandria~*
A Few Days Later...
Retrograde amnesia, or in a more simple term, short term memory loss. That's what the doctors diagnosed me with, after running a ton of test and asking me a bunch of random questions.
Apparently I can't remember the last three years of my life, which is why when I had awaken from my coma...I thought that I was still fifteen years old. It wasn't until reality set in and I learned that I wasn't fifteen years old anymore. I was eighteen, pregnant, and I had no idea who the father was...and that scared me to death.
Over the last few days, I was given a few options regarding what I wanted to do with the baby, and my options were pretty simple. I could've either had an abortion, scheduled some type of private adoption, or...I could keep it. I weighed all three options for days, but then I came down to the decision to keep my baby, only because he or she had to be some type of guardian angel. I mean...according to the doctors, I should've never survived that crash and neither should this baby; and yet...here we both are. Alive and well.
Feeling the car come to a complete stop, I slowly opened my eyes and looked out the window. And there it was. Arkham Asylum for the criminally insane. I used to be terrified of this place back when I was younger, but now? I was oddly calm and patiently awaiting my fate that was beyond this big, creepy building.
"Alex?" I look over at my dad, who was holding the door open for me. He volunteered to drop me off and make sure I was settled, before leaving me in this place to rot forever. I had so much anger and hate for him at the moment, and I could barely even look at him...let alone call him dad.
Climbing out of the car, there were two men standing in the doorway, eyeing me as I slowly made my way up the stairs.
"We'll take it from here, Mr. Wayne." One of the men said, gently grabbing my arm. I looked back at my dad, shooting daggers at him with my eyes, before I looked away and started walking down the long hallway. "I never thought I'd see the day The Princess of Gotham City would be put in a place like this."
"Didn't you hear? She was running around town with The Clown Prince of Crime, aka The Joker, and caused a lot of disturbances in the streets." The other man said.
"If y'all are going to talk about me, at least do it when I'm not around!" I hissed. I was still a bit groggy from the medicine I was on, which made me way more irritable then I already was.
"What would be the fun in that, gorgeous?" I rolled my eyes and sighed, as we finally approached my room. "Welcome home, sweetheart." They removed the cuffs I had on my wrists and ankles, shoving me into the room and slamming the door behind me. I flinched a little, looking around the small, four wall room, taking a deep breath as I wandered towards the bed.
"Well little one..." I began, placing my hand on my flat stomach. "This will be our new home until further notice."
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*~One Month Later~*
"Miss Wayne?" My therapist, Dr. Gene, called out, pulling my attention away from the window I was looking through. I was watching the rain as it poured and the lighting that lit up the dark skies.
"Call me Alex, Dr. Gene. You know I hate it when you call me Miss Wayne." I spoke, licking my dry lips. It had only been a month since I was brought here, and I already felt like I was wasting away. My embarrassingly dry hair was brushed into a messy bun, my skin was breaking out something terrible, and I've lost a lot of weight; despite me being pregnant. The food here is terrible, but I try to look past that because I was eating for two; but unfortunately...I throw up every single time so what's the point anymore?
"Okay Alex.... I've been coming to see you for a month now and you've made little to no progress at all. I understand that you don't want to be here, but in order to write you a clean bill of health...you have to participate in these sessions." He explained, making me roll my eyes.
"I don't need therapy because I'm not crazy."
"No one said you were crazy, but your father is concerned that you are not in your right mind." He said. I scoffed and chuckled, walking away from the window.
"Of course he did." I murmured. Leave it up to my own dad to make it seem like I'm crazy when I'm not. He knew, as well as everyone else, that my memory was tarnished and it's not my fault that I can't remember anything.
"He's concerned about you, Alex."
"If that were true then why hasn't he come up here to visit me?" I questioned, crossing my arms across my chest. "No call, no letter, no nothing!"
"Mr. Wayne is a very busy man. I'm sure you can understand why he hasn't been able to come see you." He spoke. He knew, as well as I did, that my dad was indeed a very busy man, but he had enough power to put everything on hold and make a trip up here to come see me. His own damn daughter.
"Let's be honest here...he just doesn't want to see me and I get that."
"Why do you say that?" He asked.
"Because it's the truth. I guess I did something terrible...in his eyes anyway, and now he's making me pay for it." I told him.
"What did you do?" He questioned, though I'm already sure that he knew the answer. I sat down across from him and brought one of my knees up, resting my hands on the top of my kneecap. "Alex?"
"You've heard of The Black Siren right?" He nodded his head.
"The name has been mentioned on the news a few times, but they never figured out who it was." I sat up and extended my hand out.
"It's me. I am the Black Siren. Put're there." I smiled deviously.
