Harley
Walking through the back alleys of Gotham was never a safe option - let alone for a blonde hair, blue eyed girl. But at the moment the danger didn't even seem to register with me.
I had just been told where I would take my residency - Arkham Asylum. I repeated the words out loud - and they seemed to echo down the alley leaving an almost foreboding edge.
Manic laughter sounded before me, and a rough hand clasped around my mouth.
"Pretty little thing ain't ya?" He asked and I went limp, my self defence classes finally coming to use.
Sensing that I had resigned myself to my fate, the man behind me loosened his grip slightly, one of his hands making its way up my shirt. Just before he reached the edge of my black lace bra, I lunged forward sending my leg back to connect with a very intimate area.
I only looked back once - to try to identify my attacker, but he was wearing one of those clown masks which honestly terrified me even more.
I ran right into his trap. He was sitting above one if the massive metal dump bins, swinging his legs back and forth like a child on a swing.
"Heelloo" he exaggerated the word and I quickly looked for any means of escape, but the bin was blocking the rest of the alley, and the only way was back the way I came.
"Hello Joker" I forced my voice into a neutral tone and his eyebrows rose as he jumped from the bin.
