Thank you, Everyone, for clicking on my story. I am very excited to be writing this. I wasn't going to because I have a few unfinished stories. But I just can't get Bella and Joker out of my head. I am using the Joker from Suicide Squad. To me, Jared Leto is the greatest Joker. Don't get me wrong, I love Heath Ledgers Joker, I just love the gangster Joker better.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything from the twilight, suicide squad, or DC universes.

WARNING: THERE IS ATTEMPTED RAPE, MENTION OF CUTTING AND VIOLENCE IN THIS CHAPTER.

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"Bulling another student, cussing out multiple teachers, getting in a fight with four other students, sending two of those students to the hospital, tagging on school property. We've had complaints from parents saying that their kids are worried about the cuts on her wrist. And finally, SHE. SET. THE. AUDITORIUM. ON. FIRE!" Dean Barbosa spites through his gritted teeth to Charlie.

"First of all, Lauren deserved everything she got, plus it was a one on one fight with her but she saw she was getting her ass beat and had her stupid friends jump in. I only wrote a little quote on the white board. Whatever is found on my wrist is MY business and mine alone! And what prof do you have that it was me that set the auditorium on fire?" I ask, standing up from the office chair and narrowing my eyes at the Dean.

"Isabella Marie! Sit down, shut the attitude down and be quiet! You are in a world of trouble young lady. This is the tenth time I've been called down here due to your behavior! It's usually for cutting class or smoking, but fighting and setting fires? What in the hell is going on with you lately? You are fifteen years old, but you're acting as if you're a twenty-one-year-old woman in college! I honestly don't know where your actions and attitude are coming. I know damn well your mother raised you better than this." Charlie yells causing the Dean to nod in approval. Up until a month ago, I was a goody to shoes, straight A, honor roll student who was already accepted into Ivy League Colleges. Yes, I can start college already, even though I've been in high school for a little over a year. The Cullen's found this test for me, that would allow me to skip the rest of high school, only if I passed it. Of course, I passed the test, but ever since Edward left a month ago, I've numbed myself with drinking and smoking cigarettes and marijuana, I've hotwired a few cars, broken into some houses (no one knows that though). Something feels off in my head, something psychotic, crazy, and maybe a little dangerous… But I know how to control myself. I don't let myself do more than half the stuff my mind comes up with.

"Are you even listening Isabella?" Charlie says through his teeth. Honestly, I don't know why he's so angry with me, he usually just grounds me and ignores me.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm grounded. What's new?" I sigh as I roll my eyes. I fall back into the chair with my arms folded in front of my chest.

"What's new is this damn attitude! And no, that's not what I said!" Wow, Charlie is very angry! I've never seen him so mad before. "I said that I talked to your uncle Bruce, and we both came to the decision that you will be moving in with him. He and I both think that you would be better off living with him, he can provide for you better than I can. When your mother died, her will said she wished for you to grow up in your home town, close to your family." He said running a hand through his graying hair. Uncle Bruce? He wants me to move to Gotham? What the actual fuck? I don't even remember Gotham! I don't even really remember my uncle Bruce! I don't want to leave! I'd rather go to college than move in with someone I barely know. Sure, I've seen my uncle Bruce, but only when I walked in the background of my mom's facetime calls to him.

"Dad, I am not moving in with uncle Bruce! I hardly know the guy. And what family? He is the only family I have left, other than you. You make it sound as if I have the huge family. I'd rather go to college than move across the country to a place I don't know! I think that I-…"

"You are moving and that's final! You are a minor, you will soon be under the guardianship of your uncle, so you will mind us! Oh, and about school, yes you will be going to college, your uncle already enrolled you for next semester. You just have to pick you major and your classes. So, you don't have to worry about that or your high school diploma. I've already spoken with Dean Barbosa and we agreed that your diploma will be mailed to your uncle Bruce's house. Now with that said, let's go home and pack because your flight is in five hours and you are not missing it." I stare up at him in shock. How could he do this to me? My mom passed away two years ago, from cancer. Before for that, I was living with my mom and my mom's new husband Bob in Arizona. I didn't really like it there. But I tolerated it.

Dad pulls me up out of the chair and practically drags me out of the school. The ride home is silent. My arms are crossed in front of my chest, my face is set in an angry pout. The police cruiser pulls up to our house and my dad steps out, but I stay seated.

"Come on Isabella get out of the car!" Charlie demands, standing outside of my door tapping his foot on the gravel.

"UGH! Dad don't make me go!" I practically shout as I step out of the car. "I'll be better, I'll get better. I don't know what's wrong with me dad! 99% of the time I feel like my head is going to explode. My thoughts keep circling around and around in my head." And most of the time, they're not good thoughts. I almost say that aloud, but I force my mouth to stop moving and to shut the hell up.

"Bella, I'm not going to listen to your excuses. I know what you're doing, you've always been into that psychology crap, it's not going to work with me. You're going to your uncles and that's final! Now go pack the stuff you really want to take with you. Your uncle is sending movers tomorrow to get the rest of your things."

"Why do I need to take all of my things? Why can't I just leave my room the way it is? I'm going to need something to come home too!" I say through my teeth with my hands balled up into a fist.

"You won't be coming back, Isabella…" Charlie says looking down at his shoes.

"What do you mean? Of course, I'm coming back… this is my home. I am your daughter! How can you just get rid of me so easily, as if my feelings don't matter to you at all? You should be fighting to keep me, not handing me over to the first and only family member that says they'll take me off your hands." I spit through my clenched jaw. He doesn't want me… that's the only think I can think of. Of course, he doesn't want me! He got stuck with me after mom died, I've read her will and it doesn't say anything about her wanting me to move Gotham with her brother. When mom left with me as a baby, Charlie didn't even bother to try to contact mom to check on me. "Why don't you want me?"

"What are you talking about? I want you, I just can't take care of you." He continues to look at his shoes, his tell when he's lying. That's enough to make my decision, I'm moving to Gotham. I just want to know why he doesn't want me.

"You're lying! Just tell the truth! You never wanted me! That's why you let Rene take me. You had the means to look for me, to stop mom from leaving with me. I love mom, but you didn't even try to stop her from taking me. You never called to check on me, you never wrote, you never came to visit me, you never asked for me to come visit when you did actually call. Just tell me! Why now? Why wait two years to hand me off?"

"You want to know why I didn't want you and still don't? Because you ruined EVERYTHING! You remind me of my lost marriage, you're the reason my marriage failed. After you were born your mother only worried about you, doted on you, loved you! She never made time for me, never paid me any attention, we never made love, you were always in the way, you always needed attention. So, I took my needs elsewhere, somewhere that I would get my needs fulfilled. Your mother found out and left me, taking you with her. Was I upset that she left? Yes! Was I upset that you were gone? No! I was glad that you were gone, after everything you caused. Now, you know that I'm with Sue Clearwater. Well we got engaged and she wants to move in, and she wants you out, and I agree with her. We have no room for another kid, especially a trouble making kid, she has two of her own kids." I stare at Charlie, in shock of what I just heard. How could he say that? I was a baby for Christ sakes! I swallow the lump in my throat, blink away the tears from my eyes that I won't allow to fall, I hold my head high and I walk away. I have all the things I need anyway, my laptop and its charger, my phone and its charger, a little bit of cash, my I.D and a credit card with a five-hundred-dollar limit. It's not much but it's all I need. I will order a new birth certificate and social security card when I get to uncle Bruce's house

"Where do you think, you're going?" Charlie asks from behind me.

"To Gotham! I don't have anywhere else to go. I'm too damn young to do anything on my own!" I yell as I stomp away. I really can't stand the sight of him anymore. This will be the last time I see Charlie Swan.

"How do you expect to get there?" he spites out the question.

"I'll find away! You don't have to pretend to worry about me anymore." I answer just as hotly. I pull out my phone and order an Uber to take me to La Push. That would be a fast and cheap way to get around, and the Uber is around the corner. "Have a sad life Charlie." I retort as a 2012 Toyota Avalon pulls up in front of me.

"Isabella, it's good to see you. How have you been?" My driver is Mrs. Weber, Angela's mother.

"Oh, I'm just great ," I answer as I get into the back seat. I really don't want to bother with chit-chat, so I pull out my earphones and turn my music up as loud as it can go. She gives me a look that tells me I'm being rude. In all honesty, I don't give a single fuck.

I stand at the end of the driveway, staring at the Blacks house. Jacob Black was my only friend until I rejected him in front of all his friends about five weeks ago, I was with Edward at the time, but I still want to say goodbye to him and Billy. I walk to the door and knock. It takes only a second before I hear the lock turn and the door swings open. Billy stands there, handsome as ever. Billy is the ideal Native American, tall, long braided hard, beautiful dark skin, intense and very, very strong, and muscular. I always feel so small next to him, well next to anyone really, he stands around 6 foot 5 and I'm only 5 foot 2. He looks at me with shock, I haven't been around for a little over a month, and I'm probably the last person he expected to see.

"Isabella? What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be in school?" he asks, confused.

"Umm, no, Charlie's sending me away to live with my uncle in Gotham. Charlie said something's that I would rather not repeat. I just wanted to come by and say goodbye to you and Jake. You and Jake have been like family to me and I couldn't leave without seeing you guys." I say, throwing myself at him, hugging him tightly. He returns my hug and pats the top of my head.

"I'm sorry to see you go Bells. You're a good kid who has had some bad things happen to you. You'll push through this. I know Charlie hasn't been the best father, but I'm sure he means well. Jake won't be home from school for another three hours, you are more than welcome to wait here." He says sweetly. Charlie, meaning well? I highly doubt that.

"No, I can't stay, I have to leave for Seattle in the next thirty minutes to catch my flight. Just tell Jake, I'm sorry for everything, and I hope he can forgive me one day." I hug him again and turn to leave.

"Isabella, you still have a change of clothes here. I see you're not taking much with you, just hang on a second." Billy says turning around and heads inside. I wait outside by the door, I hear a little bit of banging around and then "Ah, here it is." Billy comes back out, holding two scraps of clothing, just a shirt, and some jeans. I grab them from his hand and thank him before turning around and leaving. I end up at First beach just staring at the waves roll in and back out. The beach is empty, not a single person here, which is good, I don't have to deal with anyone. How did my life end up like this? I don't understand what's going on, one minute everything was amazing, I had a wonderful boyfriend, (sure he was a vampire and his brother tried to eat me and I got bit by a nomad) amazing friends, a parent that let me do whatever I wanted, and then the next minute my life is complete and utter shit! My vampire boyfriend dumped me, my friends turned against me, Charlie doesn't want me, I have to move across the country and live with an uncle I don't know, and to top all of that off I'm having psychotic thoughts, horrible thought that no one should have.

"Isabella?" I internally groan as I hear the voice of Mike Newton. Of all the people that could be here why did it have to be Mike Newton.

"Hello, Mike. What are you doing here?" I reply in a bored tone as he comes to stand in front of me.

"Me and the football team are celebrating, I came early to start the bonfire, they should be here in an hour. Soooo, you never gave me an answer." He says looking down at me. I didn't even bother to correct his grammar. What is he talking about?

"I'm sorry, but what are you talking about?" I ask and he looks irate.

"I asked you out yesterday and you said you'll think about it. How can you have forgotten that? He says, his palm twitches.

"Mike, you are the last thing on my mind… ever. I don't know what it's going to take to get it through your big, thick skull… I. Don't. Like. You. Get the picture?" I spit, there are more important things than looking for someone to sleep with. Something in his eyes snaps and suddenly he lunges at me, wrapping one of his hands around my next as the other hand pushes up my skirt and pushes my panties to the side.

"I'm tired of your rejection and acting like an uppity bitch." He mutters and I hear his zipper come down. My eyes go wide as I struggle harder to get away from him.

"Get off me! No Mike, don't do this." I plead as he forces my legs apart. My arms flail around looking for a weapon or anything to get him off me.

"You won't give me what I want, so I'll just have to take it!" he spits, gripping my thighs hard enough to bruise. Something in my mind snaps and all of those horrible thoughts that I've been keeping at bay unleashes. My hand finds a big and slightly heavy rock, and before he can thrust into my virgin body, I smash the rock against the side of his head with a shout. "Ah, YOU STUPID BITCH!" he shouts, falling to the side of me while holding his head. I know that was enough to get away from him and off the beach but something has taken control of my thoughts and my body. I grab the rock that had fallen with Mike and straddle his stomach. I raise the rock with both hands above my head. "No, Isabella, please I'm sorry. I just wanted you so bad.

"Ahhhhh!" I scream and bring the rock down to his forehead, blood sprays all over my face and shirt. I bring the rock down repeatedly again and again and again, I start laughing. I can't stop smashing his face in. I don't want to stop, don't stop, don't stop, don't stop. Redredred, such a pretty color red. I love red, especially this red. I drop the rock, startled by the sudden voices in my head "Hello?" I whisper to myself…But I get no reply. I shake my head and snap out of it. I bring two fingers down to Mike's neck and check his pulse. My eyes wide, he's dead. "Well, what did you expect? You went all Whac-a-mole on em. Great and now I'm talking to myself!"

I get up off Mike, or what used to be Mike, take the rock, and chuck it into the ocean. I turn back to Mike, zip up his pants, grab his feet, and drag his heavy body to the water. I expect him to be found, I just want the salt water to wash off as much of me as possible. I shrug off my back pack and jump in the water, ignoring how cold it is, pushing Mike farther out and quickly wash the blood off my face and hair. I get out of the water as fast as I can, grabbing my back pack, I run, I run as fast as my short legs will take me into the nearby forest. I stop just inside the forest and quickly strip myself of all my clothing. I pull out the clothing that Billy had given me and a small mirror, I change quickly and look myself over in the mirror. Thank God there is no blood on our face or in our hair. Thank God for Billy, for giving us the clothing. I freeze again at the voices, I would not have noticed them if they had not used plurals, our, as in more than one. I've lost it, I've lost my mind. I have no time to think about this right now. I need to go before anyone shows up and sees me. Leaving the forest, I run the long distance to the main road and cross the street to a store called Lonesome Creek Store and Resort and order an Uber from that location, it's only five minutes away. A 2014 Ford Fiesta pulled up beside me.

"Excuse me dear did you happen to call an Uber? There is no name on the account." A middle age woman asks.

"Yes, that would be me. My name is Haley." I get into the back of the car, glad that it's a person that I don't know.

"I'm Sandra, buckle please." Sandra says and I buckle up with a smile.

"Ugh." I sigh as I sit heavily into my seat on the airplane. It took Sandra three hours to get me here and it took me thirty minutes to find the plane and my seat. Lucky the traffic was good. I had sneakily tossed my wet clothes out the car window while on the highway.

"Ladies and gentlemen, would you please fasten your seat belts and turn off all electronic devices, we depart in five minutes, from Seattle, Washington to Metropolis, New York, and our final stop will be Gotham, New York." The flight attendant says in a bored monotone voice.

"Where are you, headed child?" An old colored woman that looks at least fifty years old asks me from across the aisle from me.

"Oh, um, Gotham," I reply with a small smile.

"Oh, that is a god-awful place, especially for a child such as yourself. Psychopaths, gangs, criminal, bats, and clowns. Gotham has gone to ruins. I'm Amanda Waller by the way." She says in a kind but firm voice. Gotham can't be that bad, can it? I mean clowns are cool… right? And I am not a child. I'm fifteen years old! I'm enrolled in college! You are a child at only fifteen. Am not! I maybe fifteen, but I know how to make my own choices, they may not be very good choices lately but that's beside the point.I wonder why the old hag doesn't like Gotham? I mean everywhere you go there will be crime She seems nice! Do you have to be so rude? I say we kill her. KillherKillherKillher! I don't like her, there is something about her that puts me off.

"Shut up!" I whisper-yell to myself. Why am I arguing with the voices in my head? They are not real. Yeah, we are. Yup, yup, yup, you're as crazy as vampires being a myth. But vampires aren't a myth. Exactly. Exactly. The voices say at the same time. Leave me alone, stop talking to me, just leave! Fine, but we'll be back when you're ready.

"What did you say to me little girl?" the woman glares at me. The woman does give me the chills. I return the woman's glare.

"You heard me. Oh, and I'm Bella." I turn and face forward, ignoring her hateful stare the entire plane ride.

I step off the plane with my carry-on and walk to the exit of the airport. Standing directly outside is a handsome old man with a slightly muscular build, short salt and pepper hair, and light blue eyes. He's holding a sign that reads: Miss. Swan. I walk straight up to him and crane my head to look up at his face. He looks down at me confused.

"Are you what all the fuss is about? You know Miss. Swan, for such a small little petite thing, you cause a large amount of trouble?" he asks in an English accent. He seems nice enough.

"I'm Bella, and all that trouble is the past," I say with a sweet smile. Flashes of Mikes dead body move to the front of my mind. I get chills thinking about his unseeing eyes. I want to do it again, kill, have the power to take someone's life, watch the light slip from their eyes, but I will the thoughts away, with more struggle than I'm willing to admit.

"I'm Alfred Pennyworth, I work for you Uncle, who is a very busy man. Now, come along." Alfred says, taking my bag, and ushering me into the back seat of a long black limo. He sets my bag in the trunk of the limo. (A/N: I'm using the Alfred character from the TV series Gotham. Sean Pertwee.)

"So, what are you, his driver?" I ask, playing with the sunroof button, causing the window to open and close, as he drives.

"That and his butler. I do all the cooking and some cleaning, but the maids do most of the cleaning, I mostly take care of Master Bruce and I'm in charge of keeping the house in order." He replies, locking the sunroof window so I can no longer play with it. I pout and I see a hint of a smile on Alfred's face. "Your Uncle used to do that when he was a child, and he would pout when I would lock the window."

"So, my Uncle, he's rich? I mean he must be if he has all these people working for him." I ask ignoring what he said about my Uncle being a child. I don't want to get to know these people, I just want to turn eighteen and move out. Great three years to go.

"Yes, he is one of the wealthiest men in Gotham, if not the wealthiest." Great, that means more attention my way.

"Great," I say in an unenthusiastic tone. We pull up to the biggest house I have ever seen. It's not even a house it a castle. A three-story castle, with lots of windows, a water fountain in the long driveway, four long pillars outlining two sets of double doors and there are vines and bushes and trees everywhere. "I'm not in Forks anymore Toto." I laugh at myself receiving a weird look from Alfred.

He parks directly in front of the house and steps out. I open the limo door before he does and he wavers in his step, he must be used to doing that for uncle Bruce. "Right then." He mutters as I step out and close the limo door, he turns and grabs my bag from the trunk. "Well let's go see Master Bruce."

"You mean meet my uncle. This is my first time meeting him." I correct him, I have to say, I'm a little nervous.

"Oh, my, I didn't know that. Come along." He ushers me into the palace, and up the stairs. By the time we get to the top, I'm out of breath, but Alfred seems perfectly fine.

"You need an elevator in this place, those stairs are going to kill me," I say, winded. Alfred laughs, but I don't find it funny and I pout.

"You'll get used to them in no time." He replies, knocking on a large, heavy looking door. "This is Mater Bruce's Office, his room is right here to the left of his office, your room is on the third floor. Master Bruce will show you to it.

"Yes, come in." a light but masculine voice calls out and Alfred pushes the door open. The office is huge, there are books everywhere three of the four walls are made up of books. There are two long leather sofas, four side tables, a large coffee table, and a large dark wood office desk. Sitting behind the desk is a man who looks to be in his mid-thirties or early forties. His facial features are sharp looking, straight pointy nose, thin pale lips, medium length brown hair that slightly falls on his face, and his eyes are brown. He stands suddenly when his eyes land on me. "Isabella! Thank you, Alfred, can you please leave us?" he says not taking his eyes off me. Great, he tall too, 6 foot from the look of it. I just need to except the fact that I'm always going to be little. Well, I have three years to stop growing. (A/N: I'm using the actor Christian Bale as Batman. He's the only one I visualize as The Bat.) Alfred turns and leaves with a nod. I stand here for a few minutes awkwardly as he stares at me in amazement.

"Um…" I clear my throat, shifting from one foot to the other.

"Oh, I'm sorry, you just, you look so much like your mother. Except you're short with long hair and hazel eyes." He comes around his desk and stands in front of me. "It's so good to finally meet you. When Charlie called, explaining your situation, I wanted to help as much as possible and I offered to take you off his hands. Why would I make you stay with someone that doesn't want you? I have wanted you to live with me since Renee passed away. I know that's why you're acting out. I feel like I can help you when you're close to home." He says placing his hands on my shoulders and leaning down to my level. He brings me into a hug, I hug him back but on the inside, I'm cursing him and vomiting at his words. I don't need anyone's help nor do I want it.

"Thank you, uncle Bruce, for everything, I actually only found out this morning that Charlie didn't want me and that I was moving in with you." I don't want to talk to him about Charlie or Renee, both subjects anger me and with my new-found behavior, who knows what I'll do when I'm angry. No, I have to be good, just get through college. "Anyway, I don't want to talk about that right now, it upsets me. It's good to meet you too!"

"Right, I apologize, now about college, tomorrow Alfred will be taking you to register for classes, you are enrolled into the school, it's just the classes you have to worry about. I would take you, but I have an important meeting tomorrow." He says, leading me out of the office and up another long flight of stairs.

"No, no it's okay, I don't like attention. I think it would be best if I'm not seen with you. I know you mean well but I don't want to be known because my uncle is Bruce Wayne. I hope you understand." I smile up at him and he smiles back.

"That's perfectly fine Isabella, I understand completely. I'll tell Alfred to take a smaller, less expensive car, I'm sure I have a Mercedes somewhere in my garage." I shake my head at him and laugh, he laughs along with me. "Now, Isabella, do you know what major you will be taking?"

"Yes, I'll be taking Psychology," I answer with a smile.

Thank you, EVERYONE, for reading, I already have half of the second chapter written. Please let me know if there are any mistake. I'm considering getting a beta. I will be posting to this story twice a week so except two chapters a week on Tuesdays and Fridays. Until Friday my loves.