It all started with destroying something that was broken. A threat from the Joker. "I won't stop until someone who is broken, is destroyed. Until that child falls into darkness...like myself." that was broadcasted on Gotham news.

Nobody knew who Joker would target parents with depressed children worried constantly, wouldn't let them leave the safety of their house.

Doctors in the Child Mental Asylum were on constant guard. They made sure every door was locked at night. Each child, and teen were safe in bed at night. They were always watched. Some people didn't mind, but there were others who fought and yelled.

Zelda Marks was a girl who didn't care she was being watched, well-acted like it. She was the girl with a story she wouldn't tell, scars on her wrists, and thighs, a smile that hid her sadness, dark bags under her eyes from sleepless nights. She was the girl who hated being touched, she'd cry if she was yelled at. The girl that was afraid of everything no matter if it was supposed to save her. She was the girl who showed up with bruises on her neck the day she came, which looked like she had put a rope around her neck

Zelda was only 15. She was smart, and acted friendly towards all. Her brown hair was a pixie haircut, her eyes were blue, and her skin pale. Her body type was rather small for a girl her age, she had an eating disorder she was 5'2 in height.

The girl, Zelda sat in the recreation room reading her book from her parents. 'The Great Gatsby' which she would have been able to finish if someone hadn't ripped the book from her hands. She looked at her hands and then up at the person who took it. It was a guard, who apparently had been calling in her name for the last 3 minutes.

"You have a visitor." The guard said looking down at the girl, who looked up at him with a frown before pushing herself up.

"My parents said they weren't coming this time," Zelda said as she patted down her white shirt and white pants. She padded after the guard looking around curiously as she made it to the visitor center. She saw her blue haired friend Zach with his dad, her other friend Sarah talking with her friends from school who still visited her. Just a pain of jealousy hit her before she noticed a man sitting by himself looking at some papers, his hair was a dirty blonde color, he wore a jacket and what looked like could have been cover up on his face. The man was hunched over in the chair just reading. Zelda looked up at the guard.

"Well go on..." The guard said as he walked away and stood by the door. Zelda carefully walked over to the chair looking at her white slip-ons before sitting down.

The man smirked to himself before looking at the girl. "You must be uh.. Zelda." He said and the girl nodded and watched as he shoved the papers he was reading into his jacket pocket. She brought her eyes to his and swallowed thickly. They were a dark brown color, almost soulless. The eyes themselves hid a playful glint in them.

"Who are you?" Zelda's quiet voice asked as she looked him over. This man looked familiar but she couldn't place a name to his face. She watched as the man smiled.

"Joseph Kerr." Joseph said as he leaned forward into the table hands on the table intertwining them. Zelda leaned back into her chair. "But my friends call me Jo." He said with a laugh. The laugh made Zelda sick. It scared her.

"Why are you here?" She said still using her quiet voice. Joseph seemed to smile more at her.

"I'm a reporter." Joseph said as if it was obvious holding out a badge he took from his pocket before shoving it back in before she could really look at it. Zelda sat up slightly still holding her confused look. "I asked for a seemingly quiet child, who would behave rather well…" He lied but Zelda didn't know that.

Zelda opened her mouth to say something but just smiled that sad smile she always had on intertwining her hands on the table. "What would you like to know Mr. Kerr?" She asked using her warm voice. Joseph licked his lips and looked at her scared up arms, before looking at her face.

"This place it's so…" He looked around the room, the white and metal room before looking at her uniform. "You're so plain." Joseph said and Zelda looked at herself before shrugging

"You're right…" Zelda stated with a chuckle. "This is the only clean one I have though. In the recreation room I paint in there sometimes, and I "accidently" spill paint on myself." She said a sliver of a real smile appearing before it was gone. "They can't afford to buy me new ones...so why not...no color is just...going to drive me insane..." she said with a faraway look before shaking her head. She looked at Joseph who was watching her intently.

"The kids here…" He smirked gesturing to some of the kids in the room, and then pointing at her. "They don't look crazy...you don't look crazy…" He said leaning back in his chair eyebrow raised. He dropped his pointed finger and watched her

Zelda shrugged "Maybe some of us are just broken on the inside..." She whispered looking down. "And people think we need help being put back together…" she started rubbing her hands together, like she always did when she felt an anxiety attack coming on. She blinked away tears that Joseph did indeed see. "Some just can't be helped…" she said and swallowed thickly. Joseph watched her hands before going to take it once having her wrist it was instantly taken from him as she held it to her chest. "Don't. Touch. Me." She said an angry voice. A voice no one would have ever thought would come from her. She was glaring at the man, who raised an eyebrow bringing his hand back to himself.

"I like you." He smirked and tilted his head before standing up. She held a confused look again before shaking her head.

"I'm sorry…" She said looking at her own hand before dropping both hands in her lap.

Joseph shrugged "Why so serious?" he asked before he looked around stopping at the guard before just walking out and leaving. The girl froze and watched him. That saying...That had to be a coincidence…right? He sounded just like the Joker…

Joseph Kerr...Jo Kerr...Joker..

Zelda just sat there frozen looking at her pale slender fingers scratching her hands. Fear filled her stomach and felt bile rising up in her throat. She was getting pale in the face her eyes filled with tears. The threat ringed in her eyes. 'I won't stop untill someone who is broken, is destroyed'

Zelda started hyperventilating and fell out of the chair covering her ears and rocking before she knew it a doctor was rushing over to her trying to shake her out of this before taking a needle out of his pocket and injecting the sedative into her. She looked at the doctor with a confused look

"Don't let him take me please…" Was the only word she was able to choke out before she went limp and was carried to her room.

It was night when Zelda woke, a dazed look in her eyes as she looked around her little white room. The girl groaned as she slowly sat up looking at her still dressed self. She was hoping what happened was just a dream, but she remembered it to vividly to think it was a dream, and she only ever had one dream, but that is a story for another time.

Zelda rubbed the back of her neck kicking her shoes off, blinking her eyes until her vision was no longer fuzzy. She slowly stood up popping her back and started walking down the cold metal floor to her little bathroom shutting the door behind her and leaning against the sink and looking at her reflection.

Zelda just stared at herself. Her small hand felt her cheeks and rubbed her eyes before sighing and running a hand through her hair still looking at herself. She didn't feel pretty, she felt like she was nothing. Especially nothing the Joker would take. She rolled her eyes at herself for thinking he'd take her. She let out a small laugh.

"You're not important..." Zelda said to her reflection. "Nothing special…" she said that last part looking down before sighing and looking back at herself in the reflection. "You're worthless...You can't be happy because a part of you will always be sad!" she started yelling at herself shaking her head as her tears fell. "Anytime anything good happens...you ruin it by being sad." she continued. "Look at you sad little Zelda!" She mocked the mirror.

Zelda stopped. She was yelling at herself. She covered her eyes as she let more tears fall. She was crazy...Before she knew it she was hitting the mirror hurting her hand in the process. She looked at the little crack in the mirror and then at her bleeding knuckle. "Look what you did you idiot…" she whispered to herself. "Now you're going to get in trouble.." she shook her head as she turned the sink water on cold and placed her bleeding hand under it narrowing her eyes at her hand. Zelda didn't care much for pain, well pain only caused by herself. When other people hurt her. It hurt, and she'd scream.

Zelda turned the water off and grabbed a paper towel drying her hands and wrapping her hand in the paper towel walking back to the door and swinging it open looking at her hand as she did so. Something felt wrong as she stood in her room looking down at her hand. She looked up to see a man in her room. Not just any man the Joker.

Zelda froze in place looking over the horrible man. She looked at his greasy green hair and white face with the large red smile. His eyes looked even scarier now. He looked worse in person than on TV. The purple jacket and pants, his whole appearance.

Joker was staring at her with a smirk, his head tilted as she stood frozen in fear. He took this time to take in every movement, every little tremble and twitch as her brain tried to register what was happening.

Zelda soon found her voice. "Help!" she called out desperately "Somebody!" she tried to make a run for the door but her legs had turned to jelly in fear causing her to fall over her own two feet landing on her stomach.

Joker cackled happily as he skipped over to her and jumped on her sitting on her back before swiftly covering her mouth and flipping her over onto her back. His purple glove stroked her hair roughly causing the girl to flinch and struggle against him her hands grabbing his trying to push his hands off her mouth. He was using so much force he was hurting her head that was against the metal. Her tears started falling as she looked up at him as he stroked her hair roughly still.

"Shh...shh" He shushed her. He giggled "Now, now...we can do this the hard way...or the easy way.." He said "And you can show me what you choose when I left my...uh hand" he said as he lifted his hand.

"Get the hell off me!" she screamed and Joker giggled manically He grabbed a fistful of her short hair and lifted her head up roughly causing her to scream.

"I was hoping you'd pick the easy way...but I love the hard way muuuch more Zellllda" He drew words out and said her name darkly. She watched him with her wide terrified eyes before Joker crashed her head down on the metal floor hard. And the last thing she saw before she blacked out was Joker's laughing face hovering above her.

What will happen next my friends?

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