in venere veritas (x_falsetto) wrote,
in venere veritas

It's All Your Fault, part 1

Title: It's All Your Fault (credit to Pink)
Parts: 1/?
Words: 1,110
Chacters: The Joker/OFC, Bruce Wayne,Batman
Summary: Alicia Griffin's parents are taken from her one day in a tragic car accident, and is left with no place to go. She eventually finds someone who gives her everything she needs and more; Bruce Wayne. She is one of the few people who knows of his secret identity as Batman, and despite a criminal known as the Joker running around the town causing death and destruction she believes she's pretty safe from people like this. However, not even he will be able to save her from the Joker once he kidnaps her from everything she knows that is safe. What does the Joker want with Alicia? Will the Joker hurt her, or will he just use her to find out who Batman really is? Will Alicia even survive this expierence, and if she does, will she ever be the same again?
Other Information: The prompt used for the first chapter from 130prompts is #12-insanity.

I never thought I’d end up here. I never thought I’d end up in the mental institute. Why am I here? I’m here because I loved one person so much that I’d do anything and everything for that person. I lost my sanity for this person. I murdered someone who loved me unconditionally in cold blood for this person.

I had to been insane to fall in love with him anyway. How could I have fallen in love with a murderer who killed for fun? He had a different side to him. He showed it to me for some reason. I almost wish he hadn’t. I almost wish he had done what he did to every other person he kidnapped; killed me. I wouldn’t be here. I wouldn’t be totally insane. I wouldn’t be doing the same exact things he did.

I should hate him, but I don’t. I never would hate him. Even as I sat here staring at the walls and laughing hysterically, I didn’t wish him any harm. He was here somewhere; he was here planning his escape. I doubt that I crossed his mind even once, but it still didn’t make me hate him. I’d rot in this hellhole for the rest of my life if that’s what he wanted me to do.

I suppose I should tell people about this person I keep talking about. I suppose I shouldn’t just assume that everyone knew who I was, and that they knew my story. No matter how bad and stupid it may make me look, I’ll let everyone know how I ended up here, and how my life completely changed in one year.


When I first met Bruce Wayne, I was even more fucked up than I am currently. My parents had just died in a car accident. I never got to say goodbye to them, I never got to tell them I loved them for the last time. I wasn’t exactly something they could be proud of either. I was pretty much broke. I was almost twenty-four years old and I was still living with my parents. I still depended on them for most things. My job I had was just enough to pay them a small rent each month. I felt so fucking bad about it. I should have gone to school; I should’ve made something of my life.

I met Bruce, and I almost instantly fell in love with him. The way he made feel was just so…different. The fact that I was nobody didn’t bother him. He didn’t care that I wasn’t wealthy like him. Bruce didn’t expect anything from me, he just loved me. That was all I really needed. I didn’t need anyone who expected something from me because I’d just end up letting that person down in a major way, so the fact that Bruce only expected me to remain faithful to him helped out a lot.

Something that should have bothered me was the fact that Bruce was rarely around for me. He was a successful business man, and he also did something very few people knew about. Bruce’s other ‘identity’ that people wouldn’t associate with him was Batman. Actually, this made me feel protected. I felt like nothing bad would ever happen to me, I would never be hurt by any of the stupid, maniacal criminals that lived in this town. Turns out, there was one person not even he could protect me from.


I slowly walked home from working the night shift at Rite Aid. Fun job, right? Hell no. I knew I shouldn’t be walking home alone, especially with it being dark as it possibly could be out. It’s not like I didn’t do this at least once every week. If I hadn’t been raped or murdered yet, it probably wasn’t going to happen anytime soon, unless I did something extremely stupid. If I was stupid and something happened, I would deserve it anyway, but since I was only being slightly reckless, nothing that I didn’t deserve would happen. Wrong again, dumbass.

I never was aware of my surroundings. People always told me I should be more aware of people around me, but it made no difference. How was I supposed to know if someone is behind me? How am I supposed to know that someone’s following me, I don’t have eyes in the back of my head. I never really cared about my inability to sense people behind me, but after tonight, I would. It would have saved me my fucking mind, my fucking heart, and most of all; my life would have never taken the change that it did in that seemingly insignificant night.

“What’s a pretty girl like you doing out here all by yourself?” A voice unlike any that I’d heard before said from behind me.

I thought about ignoring this person, which may or may not have been a good choice, but I rolled my eyes, continued walking and replied, “None of your fucking business.”

“Do you even know who you’re talking to, sweetheart?” The voice snapped from behind me. He grabbed my arm and turned me around to face him. His face was immediately recognizable; his pure white face, all the black around his eyes, bright red lips, and scars that formed a permanent smile on his face. No doubt I had just snapped at a person I really shouldn’t have snapped at; one of the most feared people in this town, the Joker.

well, you may as well keep on screwing yourself over. Can’t really undo what you’ve already done, can you? “I have absolutely no idea who you are,” I replied, smiling at him.

“Well, you’re just going to have to get to know me, sweetheart.”

“I really don’t. You’re insane if you think I’m going anywhere with you or that I ever want to see your face again.”

“You have no idea how insane I really am, sweetheart,” Joker said laughing. “You know the fact that you’re still being a rude little bitch to me instead of fearing me and doing everything I say impresses me. It may have even saved your life, but you’re just what I’ve been looking for. They always come out for the beautiful hostages,” He said, licking his lips, and smiling. I stared at him, knowing there was no way out of this. The fear had finally set in. I had come to the realization that my life as I knew it was over, and that no one was going to stop my life from changing completely.


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