Jokes on you

cant read my, no he can't read my poker face
shes got to love nobody.

I lay my cards on the table for all the mobsters in front of me to see.
“Royal flush beats all, you win Kaylee” said the dealer smiling in amusement at the fact I was beating all the older and more experienced men at the table.
“That’s quite a poker face you got honey” laughed Johnny my father’s best friend as I raked in my money.
“Have a good game gentleman” I nodded politely while smiling smugly as I left the table with my winnings.

My father, Vinnie Sharpe was holding another one of his parties. The ground floor of our Hotel/casino was overrun with plastic women and my father’s “Business associates”, who work below him in the crime business.

I hated most of them, all smug sexist bastards who constantly leered at me.
Then there were my spoilt shallow fellow heiress friends, the only joy I got from these little gatherings was clearing out everyone’s wallets at the card table, not because I cared about the money I just like to watch the look on their faces as a 17 year old girl beats them.

I sighed as I looked around the brassy, bright casino floor and decided to step outside for a minute.

My heels clicked on the ground as I stepped out of my families large, lit up hotel and on to the dirty streets of Gotham city. I kicked a can out of my way and walked down the street lighting a cigarette to ease my frustration. The sound of police sirens filled the streets; I wasn’t scared that’s pretty normal in Gotham.

I took a drag of my cigarette holding it between two of my manicured fingers and leant against the wall of the narrow alley way I was standing in.I kept the cig in my mouth and pulled my wad of cash out of my pocket along with my lighter.

I lit the notes of fire and watched them burn before dropping them on the ground.

I love watching things burn, fire’s just so pretty.


I felt empty I have ever since he disappeared.
I just wanted Jack back, I would give anything. But in my heart I knew Jack was gone, I knew my father had, had him killed and I hate him for it no amount of diamonds and clothes will change that. Of course there is no proof, my father and his men are good at covering their tracks.

Jack Napier was one of my father’s men, well he was a young, small time crook trying to break into the business properly but Jack was different and I’d loved him since the minute our eyes met across the card table. My father didn’t like Jack at all; he treated him like dirt so we kept it secret but he found out.

A couple of days after he did, Jack had disappeared.


I felt a tear drop on to my pale cheek; I brushed it away fiercely and dropped my cigarette on the wet floor.

I turned to walk out of the alley and pushed a strand of long, dark hair out of my green eyes, just as a wiry figure appeared and started walking towards me, as they got closer I saw who it was.


It was Ricky one of my father’s men, the worst of the lot, he was a cocky and arrogant weasel faced bastard. He always gave me leering looks that made me feel sick of course only when my dad wasn’t looking, or his wife and daughter. Ricky’s daughter is one of my friends she’s called Rochelle and she’s very blonde and fake, typical rich girl.

“Did my dad tell you to come and bring me back inside”? I asked snappily.

“Nah, I wanted to talk to you Kaylee” He said walking closer to me, running a hand through his scruffy dark blond hair.

“What about?” I asked getting worried and stepping back.

“Just wanted to give you some advice, darlin” he smirked backing me right up against the wall.

“O yeah and what advice is that?” I asked while attempting to duck under his skinny but very strong arm.

“Don’t scream” He laughed in my ear slamming me against the wall so my head hit it.

My vision went blurry and I couldn’t think straight but I was aware of Ricky’s hands creeping up the short skirt of my dress.

“Get the fuck of me!” I shouted shoving him back and hitting him.

Ricky may be thin compared to some of my father’s other men, but he’s still allot bigger and stronger than me so he, without allot of effort slammed me back against the wall, one hand on my throat.

“Don’t you think my father’s going to find out and kill you?” I reasoned trying to wriggle out the grasp he had round my waist.

“How’s he gonna know?” he asked threateningly.

“Because I’ll tell him”

“Oh no you won’t sweetheart, because after I’m done with you I’m gonna kill you” He growled in my ear tightening his grip on my throat.
He pulled down the straps of my dress, roughly pulling the top half of it down to my waist.

“Very nice, darlin” He smirked running his hands over my chest and back down to my hips as my head spun from the bang against the wall.

I couldn’t fight back as he pulled up the skirt of my dress again and slid his hand into my panties so I did the only thing I could manage in my near faint state...scream.

“Shut it you fuckin spoiled little slut” he snapped slamming the hand that had been round my neck over my mouth to muffle my loud screams that were bouncing off the alley walls, his other hand still under my dress as he slid a finger up inside me.

He quickly pulled my panties down and unzipped his pants as I leant my head against the wall almost fainting, my vision was blurring from the bang to my head as he held me tightly in place one hand covering my mouth and one gripping me round my hips.

I let out another scream as he shoved himself roughly into me.

I’m not a virgin but I’ve only ever had sex with one other man plus Ricky wasn’t being particularly gentle with me so it hurt like hell.

I moaned in pain as he thrusted into me and slid both hands down to my hips leaving my mouth uncovered but I didn’t dare try to scream again, besides no one would hear me.
I could feel his breath on my neck as he quickly pounded in to my small opening.

“Fuck your tight” he groaned in approval.

I didn’t say anything and just stayed still trying not to cry, I was NOT going to give him the satisfaction of watching me cry.

He shamelessly moaned in pleasure as he fucked me against the dirty wall in some dirty alley. After what felt like forever but couldn’t off been very long really I felt him come and go soft.

I gave a small squeak of relief as he pulled out of me.

When he released his grip on me I was so weak without him holding me up on the wall I fell to the ground in a crumpled heap and waited for him to kill me.

“Thanks for that Kaylee, always wanted to try you out, you’re a very pretty little girl” He smirked zipping up his pants and smugly stroking my cheek before picking a bottle up from the corner of the alley.

“Won’t take much to finish you off” he shrugged and brought the bottle down hard on my head and then it all went black.

<>

The joker was walking down the same dark Gotham Street a few minutes later.
He was walking very calmly considering he’d just broken out of Arkham asylum after his goons crashed a lorry through the walls and blew most of it up, killed at least 15 people, including his goons, and crashed the same van into another random building before jumping out.

In fact he was so calm he was whistling.

As he strolled past a narrow alley a few streets from the Sharpe hotel juggling with his knife, he saw a small figure on the alley floor.

He tilted his head curiously to the side and skipped down the alley, crouching down next to the crumpled body.

It was a girl with long dark hair wearing a red dress that was half off her small body.

He poked her in the back and she didn’t move.

He turned her over so she could see her face.

The next thing the joker noticed was that she was exceedingly pretty and he knew her, he had known her very well.

“Kaylee” He said to himself raising an eyebrow, of course her hotel was near here.
She looked bruised and her head was bleeding but when he listened to her heartbeat he knew she was defiantly alive.

A little bit of Jack woke up in him when he saw her face again but the almost emotionless animal he had become soon swallowed that little pang of love he felt.

“Hmmm” he thought to himself tapping his fingers against the floor as he thought of the possibilities.

“My lucky night” he giggled loudly scooping her up in to his arms.


The unconscious heiress was carried into the night by the green haired psychopath who she had loved and who had loved her, who if he was honest with himself deep down he still did love, as the rain started to pour down on the city and his laughter echoed through the streets, as did the sirens on the other side of the filthy city.

And that was the start of the dark, tiwsted game they were about to play.