Author's Note: I don't know how far I'm going to take this but I've had a few ideas that I wanted to run with. I'm a little bored with the stories about the Joker falling in love or whatever. So I made these one-shots to descript his malevolent side. Oh, and I enjoy criticism.

Disclaimer: I do not any characters, people, or occurrences that happen in Gotham City. Nor do I own the city itself.

Jackie woke up surrounded by darkness. She couldn't remember for the life of her where she was or how she got there. She had no clue why she was restrained to a chair and trying to remember left her with a headache and absolute dread.

"Potatoes…I was supposed to get potatoes.." her voice was hoarse and left her mouth tasting of stale blood. A shiver waved through her as she realized the room she was in was freezing. Or was it a room at all? Her teeth chattered at a vigorous tempo as her heart began to race.

'Maybe I'm blind,' she thought. Jackie's breath heightened. A once perfectly healthy woman suddenly became claustrophobic with only the assistance of darkness and silence. Sobs begged to escape Jackie's throat. What could have possibly happened in the last few hours? Or was it days? Jackie felt tortured and trapped before any of the real brutality began. She was already halfway out of her mind before reinforcements were made.

A fluorescent bulb buzzed to life leaving a stunned Jackie to squint some sense into her surroundings. Her vision adjusted revealing a bare room before her. The white windowless walls nearly blinded her.

Then Jackie saw the figure in front of her and she shrieked in horror. A battered woman seated at a vanity gazed at Jackie in wondrous terror. Her reflection was not the same as before she left the grocery store. Her left eye was swollen shut and blood escaped from the corner of her mouth. Knives and other sharp tools lay before her on the vanity table.

Death intruded the poor woman's thoughts when a slow deliberate chuckle sounded from behind her; Jackie instantly knew what was going. Gotham City's personal terrorist, the Joker, found himself a new game to play. Jackie looked up in the mirror and there stood the villain on the news, not ten feet behind her. The clown who had killed and pillaged Gotham relentlessly. She stared into his hollow eyes, she saw his malicious smile, and knew he had awful plans in store for her.

"Hello, Jacquelyn," the Joker giggled. He skipped towards his newest victim and in a wave of panic, Jackie struggled desperately to be free from her bonds.

Her captor halfheartedly tapped the leg of her chair with his shoe and said, "I apologize for the discomfort you must be feeling, but…well, you know how these things are." He cackled uncontrollably at his own words. Once calm again, the Joker stood before Jackie with both hands on the arms of her chair and leaned in close. "Now, you must be pretty darned confused right about now Jackie, huh? That's okay, cause I'm gonna fill you in."

"Please," Jackie whispered in desperation, holding back tears. "I have a family."

"That's the whole point!" The joker sprang up in frustration and strode behind her. He held her shoulders and spoke into her ear, making sure not to break eye contact in the mirror's reflection.

"You're going to project a very strong message to all the dim-witted folk of Gotham City. I won't be hindered by anyone! I'll shoot a mother for good sport. Or dice a priest to hear his secular confessions. Hell, I'll even shoot a missionary to see if he bleeds like the rest of us." His voice rose with maniacal fervor.

"I don't care who did what! I'll kill anyone to prove a necessary point. And your point Jackie my dear, is to show that from now on, everyone in Gotham City is fair game." Tears streamed down Jackie's face. Her life was over.

"Oh, hush, hush now, I want to make this fun for the both of us. Which is why…" the Joker stood before the vanity motioning towards the knives in a lavish way. "I'm gonna let you do the dirty work."

"No.." Jackie protested in disbelief. The Joker approached her chair and began to untie her. He freed her wrists but still held them firmly in place.

"Now, I want you to slice your pretty little face like mine! It's really not that hard. With the right leverage and amount of force you'll be smiling in no time! And if you do a good job Jackie, I'll let you go." The Joker ambled to the other side of the room and readied himself for the show.

Jackie stared at herself in the mirror. This couldn't be happening. The surreal circumstances could never happen to her. She was a housewife. How could something so horrible happen to someone like her? With her legs still restrained and trapping her to the chair, Jackie looked down at the knives and utensils. They were rusted and old. Some even had ochre stains of previous use. She gagged at the sight and sank in her chair.

"I can't…"

The Joker sighed in agitation and rose from the floor. In two long strides he approached Jackie and struck her in the head with his handgun. With a firm grip of her hair he pulled her head back an growled, "If you don't start cooperating, I'll have someone take care of your husband."

Jackie stared back at her reflection again. Tears blurred her vision, but did not change the reality surrounding her. She picked up a small knife and hesitantly place it in the corner of her mouth. The steel was cold and caused her to shudder. The Joker giggled in anticipation in his seat.

Jackie breathed in deep and swiftly sliced the left side of her mouth. She instantly screamed and howled in pain as blood spurted from her cheeks. The Joker laughed uncontrollably. Her mouth seared like fire but Jackie was determined. With collected composure, she once again placed the knife in her mouth and between sobs completed the glasgow smile. She cried out in pain again and attempted to stop the bleeding, but continuous flow of crimson would not end.

Still laughing, the Joker stood and cut off the zip ties restraining Jackie's legs. He threw her to the floor and started beating and kicking her brutally. She screamed as loud as her voice would allow, resulting in her face to split apart even more. Jackie was paralyzed in agony. Blood poured in and around her mouth. It seeped into her throat and began to choke her. Jackie gasped for air that would not come.

The Joker, now bored with his game, began to leave. He opened the unlocked door and said between giggles, "Feel free to leave when you see fit…See ya around Jackie." He turned the lights out and left, leaving Jackie to convulse for air, and bleed to death.