Laugh at me, kiss me, kill me

The end of me

It's hard to tell how to live your life at the fullest when all you got are unpaid bills and people who just don't get you. All I had were my 'okay looks' I had because I had to walk all day long. First thing in the morning, I'd get up, stretch out, eat some oatmeal and get out. I would go to any place that was hiring and do any job I could find. I never got to sing. I was always alone and looking for money, so that was everything for me. I had no family, not many friends, and even my dog died. My parents had passed a year ago, in a big fight between Batman and some 'villain', although Batman was the one who crashed his car in the shop they were working at, but that's a whole other story. 

Then that bar opened. It got a really sinister at the very start. I heard from neighbors that people were getting killed there every day and that nobody cared. Why? Because Joker was killing them. It was a very guarded place where criminals could go loose and even Batman couldn't face all of them. Plus, the location was always said to be somewhere else. Nobody really knew where. 

One night, I was walking home from some idiotic babysitting work. I was wearing ripped mom jeans, converse sneakers and was shivering in my black tank top. I didn't have a jacket. My natural red hair was in a messy bun and my glasses started bothering me. I needed to get contacts soon. A van stopped a few feet from me. 
There was a man all in black. He had a gun. He pointed the gun towards me so I froze. 
"Good evening miss, I need you to join me for a ride," he didn't sound like I had a choice so I started to panic even more. 
"I really can't sir, I am sorry, I have to go home. My kids will be waiting,"I lied.
"You're like 20 if that. I doubt you having kids. Now get in before I hurt you."
I put on a calm face and got to a seat next to him. He silently kept on driving.

We entered some dark and noisy place by the end of the city. I was at one point blindfolded during the ride so  I didn't know how we got there. I just could feel something about that place. Something off. 

The man I was with threw me in some small room full of girls of all body types, colors, and origins. I knew what this was. There were so many clothes and makeup. They instructed us to get dressed and do our hair and makeup. I had to keep myself calm.
I picked a crimson green sattin dress to match my eyes along with black heels. Were those LV? I just let down my hair which had a culr to it from a bun and put on some light makeup with red lipstick. I was counting down from 10 in my head the whole time. 
In a few moments, they started taking us out. I was really short even in heels and was aware that I looked way more muscular than the other girls. I used to be a boxer.

We came into a big green and red room with a leather sofa in the middle. Some girls seemed indifferent, but most of them were scared like me. 
There was a man with green hair and clown war paint all over his face. His red smile seemed to be truly scared almost ear to ear. He was sitting on the sofa with many people standing behind him. 
"So, my dearest of all guests, my soldiers, tonight is a special night. I let you find yourself some amusement as well as make myself and you smile. Everybody looks so serious... Why so serious girls? Are you afraid of my happy face? HA !?" he was talking in a high and twisted voice. His eyes were rooling in impossible directions and he was constantli smacking and licking his lips. His clothes were also weird and made from mixtures of purple and black. He then took out a gun. 

"So, beauties, as a real gentelman I am, I let the first lady choose who she's spending this lovely evening with. "
Everybody went quiet and people behind him started laughing and looking hungrily at us. But not him. His blue eyes couldn't focus on anything and he started spinning his head in multiple directions. 
"What's with the gun, tell them, boss," some man shouted laughing like a maniac.
"Oh, to be able to choose, you have to kill one you would never choose HHAHAHAHA ISN'T THAT FUNNY? Oh, we don't like each other here, no hard feeling..." he was still rambling and I searched the room around me. All girls looked like scared little sheep who couldn't hold a gun. There was this crazy voice in my head that just told me what to do.
I slowly approached him, took the gun, and shoot the guard by the door. He was the one who brought me there.
Even the people from behind grew silent. Everybody went all silent.
"I wasn't quite finished with my joke, dear, but I keep my word. So, who do you choose?"Joker was twisting every word into something odd to isten, but I had to stay focused.
"You."
The tension in the room could be cut with a knife. He silently got up, grabbed my arm, and left the room. The others just started taking the girs.

"Where are you taking me?"I was yelling as he was leading me through coridors and doors. We then entered some room which appeared to be an office. The number of knives was incredible.
"So, kitty, you would like to play games with the Joker? HA HA, you don't even know, do you, how I got these scars? Do you want matching ones?"
He reminded me of some strange cat, puring in my ear barely understandable.
"No, I don't. And no again. I would prefer you over them since you're the one in charge, "I admitted.
"I AM in charge, really. So, what do you expect me to do?"
I wasn't quite expecting that question from him.
"I would like you to take me away from this disgusting place, "at that point, I knew I had nothing to lose. Nobody to cry over my body in a dumpster.

To my surprise, he laughed histerically and grabbed me once again. We dissepeared into the night in his Lamborghini.