I've only been in town for about 2 months now and decided to go get a snack. I had been craving something sweet and went to a cafe not far from my apartment and grabbed a frappe. instead of going the long way home, i decided to take a shortcut through an alleyway. steam was coming off of the two long buildings making it foggy looking, with two garbage cans on the right side and a glitchy dim light above a back door I suppose. it made the scene look like something out of a horror movie. speaking of horror movie, that's kinda what it felt like. I was very paranoid and had a feeling I was being followed but when I looked back there was nothing. i even looked above me and saw nothing. turning around with my head still looking up I started walking again only to get a glimpse of something infront of me and bumping right into wat ever it was. Just as I had processed what had happened I i hears a man speak. "woah! he he hey! someone isn't watching where ther-" cutting them off with a punch to the face. I could see him clear now. Even tho he was hunches over some and holding his nose. He was white, and I mean white like bleach white and his hair was, I think...green not really sure cuz I it is kinda dark and the only light is the one above the door and abit of the moonlight which also cased a weird shadow in his face. He stood up wiping the remaining blood off his nose. And giggled.I was filled with anger and knew he must have been the one following me. so before he could say anything I grabbed a hold of his collar. "who are you!? and why are you following me!?" he panicked at first and then he caught me off guard by laughing maniacally. Me still holding his collar I was about to hit him wen something stopped me half way and made me drop him. I was turned around forcefully to be met with a huge muscular looking guy with a macho looking mask on. he spoke with a graugly accent. "you're coming with us Beverly Wilson?"

Sequel to His Last Joke and final book in the trilogy~ The hardest goodbyes are simply the ones never said. "You know what the hardest thing was?! It wasn't the part where I had realised I lost you. I was in shock and I couldn't comprehend it all but it wasn't the hardest part. The hardest part was learning to live everyday without you" After being blinded by his jealousy, the state of rage and determination to kill Batman he was in cost him his life. Bruce had tried to stop him but he wouldn't give in and Eva walked in but a little to late. After Bruce carried Jack's dead body away, Eva has to try and start a new life without Jack there by her side. Now, they say that the ones we love don't go away but that they walk beside us everyday. Unseen and unheard. However, what happens when Eva starts seeing Jack everywhere she goes?! Is it all an illusion? But what if one of those 'illusions' get too real to have been imagined up?!

Previously after Eva getting involved in pursuing a certain jewel with The Joker and The Riddler. Evangeline Striker can't seem to remember anything that has previously happened to her along the last year as a result of being in a motorcycle accident. Will she remember how her life has turned? Will she remember her feelings for The Joker and their time together? But the real question is: Will she accept to live in her past life once she knows the truth? Or will she scare away?

Joker's best goon and best friend is a henchman he calls Mouse, but Mouse has a secret. He is actually a woman in disguise as a man. How will this secret affect the rest of the team? Does not have anything to do with the comic "Hush".[COMPLETE]

Evangeline Striker. 25 years old. Has a PHD in psychology, and is a current Dr. at the Arkham Asylum. What happens when a past patient is back? Will Eva be able to handle another criminal? Or will she give in to the madness?

The sequal to Hush, this story starts out with the solution to the cliffhanger presented in "Hush", as The Joker fights to make things right once again in his complicated life. Blaise has a similar goal, as she now has to find her inner self once again after months of being secluded from reality.