Finally decided to try my hands at writing a Joker story. After reading all of peekodemeeko12's I was inspired. Her stories are great and she's always helped me with these stories if I'm stuck.

*grins*

Enjoy~

Peter grumbled as he watched his intended target sit on the top of a hill away from all the other people in the crowded park. Good, this would make his work easier. As he walked closer he noticed the lonely look on the girl's blemish-free skin. Her eyes shimmered slightly with unshed tears that left her eyes a haunting and dull brown. He blinked and swore her eyes were red at first but shrugged it off and continued closer quietly. Her dark brown hair swayed in the wind almost as sadly as she looked.

He began to have second thoughts about her until she noticed him and glared as she stood up, "Who the hell are you?"

He smiled brightly, "My name's Peter White and I've come to whisk you away to Wonderland my beloved Tirn."

She snorted as his words seemed rehearsed and crossed her arms. Her black and silver shirt was snug and showed off her well endowed ahem 'assets' and the faded blue jeans looked worn in and comfortable as they sat low on her hips, showing off her flat stomach.

"What do you find amusing my love?" he asked happily.

"First off, I'm nobody's 'love'," she glared and did the air quotes at the word 'love'. He noticed her brown eyes taking on a more reddish colour as the emotions came to her. "And what's amusing is that your lines sound rehearsed. I'm not the first girl you've come up to am I?" His ears, that she just noticed, seemed to hang lower as he sighed, "And from the looks of it, you've been rejected. How many?"

He blinked confused, "Huh?"

"How many girls have you tried that pickup line with recently?" she asked as he quietly grumbled two under his breath. She shook her head, "Strike three, you're out buddy. And what's with the cosplay anyways? There's not a convention anywhere near here unless this is part of you idea to pick up girls, then this is just sad."

Peter huffed and walked up to her, caught her arm and quickly forced her to drink something from a vial. She gagged then glared at him as he gave her the little bottle. "You'll need this if you want to finish your game in Wonderland. It's the only way to get home. As you interact with all the role holders, your vial will fill up. Then you can choose to come home or stay in Wonderland. Here, I'll give you a hand."

He pushed her backwards. She glared at him as she fell back, expecting to hit the ground but gasped when she continued to fall down some sort of hole in the ground. She faced the way she was falling and stared as the ground seemed to get closer quickly and braced for impact. She groaned when she finally hit, then heard Peter land nearby and mutter, "Oh dear, I hadn't planned on it already being April Season. This isn't good. I need to get you out of here before they find you."

She began to say something as she pushed her self up until they heard footsteps in the clearing they were in, "My, what does the Circus owe for a visit with the Prime Minister?"

That voice sent shivers down her spine as she stood up and dusted herself off. She looked at Peter, who was a shade paler than normal, then stared with her mouth open as he gave her only a passing glance, "I must leave you my darling. But I'll come find you again!"

She blinked then clenched her hands into fists, ready to hunt down that chicken until she heard that nerve melting voice, "And who might you be my dear?" She turned around and stared at the guy who wore a jester outfit. His left eye was covered with a black and gold eye patch, leaving his other red wine eye free to see past his uneven red hair. He smiled, but she could tell it wasn't real, "You must be the new foreigner. We've already had two just recently but they've both decided to stay here with the role holder they picked out." He seemed to study her, then walked closer, "So what's your name?"

She stared at him for a minute, "Tirn."

"What the hell kind of name is 'Turn'?!" came a rude voice off to their left.

She whipped around to see a guy identical to the one she had answered, only he wore what looked like a warden's outfit. She glared with her hands clenched, "It's not Turn you dumb***. It's 'Tirn' T-I-R-N. It's pronounced like 'Tear', like when you cry, with an 'N' at the end."

The jester chuckled as the warden growled, "Please excuse Joker, he's not around people often."

"I noticed," she mumbled.

"Shut the hell up you stupid *****! And you Joker," he rounded on the jester, "Where the hell do you get off saying that?"

Tirn blinked, "Both of your names are Joker?" They looked at her as she studied them, "You're not twins either, that's for sure."

The jester gave a fake smile again, "That's right. We are the role holder Joker. We are the same person. You may call me White and him Black if you'd like, that's what the last foreigner who didn't stay did to tell us apart."

She snorted, "Then she was stupid. It's easy to tell you apart." She looked at Black and glared, "And I'm not a *****." A thought hit her as she growled and popped her knuckles, "I'm going to skin the f****** Peter after I wring his neck. A****** kidnapped me, made me drink some nasty drink, and then left me here to fend for myself." She rounded on the two who watched her curiously, "All because you two idiots showed up. No wonder he was shot down by the last two girls. I'm going to kill him."

She began to stalk away when she felt a hand catch her wrist and hold her back, then looked at the jester, "Why don't you stay here and visit the Circus, Tirn. I'm sure you'd find it very enjoyable."

"The only thing I'd find 'enjoyable' is beating that rabbit to a pulp," she glared at him, "And your fake smile isn't fooling me White."

"Watch what the hell you say to us b**** or I'll lock you up in the prison," Black smirked.

She glared at him as she faced him with heated eyes that the brown seemed to be completely gone and now fully replaced with a fiery red, "Go use that whip and **** yourself Black, that's gonna be the only action you're gonna willingly get Joker."

With that, she stomped off in the direction Peter had fled and left two stunned red heads in her wake. White looked at Black, "She outcussed you."

Black glared then smirked, "She seen through you easily." His stare hardened where they could still barely see her, "Next time I see her, she's in a f****** prison cell and being tortured."

"Couldn't you see it my dear Joker?" White questioned, making Black look at his counterpart, "She's already been tortured before and just waiting to crack."

Black smirked, "We'll catch her then…"

" We'Ll mAkE HeR bReAk."

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