The Harlequin Jester
I'm Scarlett; Scar for short. But Gotham knows me as 'Daisy Red', the streets' most craziest female villain as they like to say. I have been recently mistaken to work with this clown guy, The Joker. I work ALONE and for NO ONE. I have scars too, but no; I don't wear clown make up. I wear MIME make up. I may be a mass murderer that has escaped Arkham and blows up building but I am no Coco the Clown. At least that's what I thought.
"Your a freak.. Like me!" He spoke, kissing my forehead as he led my down the street of burning buildings. Right then, I knew that I loved him. Me; Scar, Daisy Red, loved the Joker.
"I may be Jokes, but I don't look like Coco The Clown and have a bad fashion sense." I spoke, failing to say my unspoken words that needed to be said before I exploded with emotions and butterflies.
"Aw, toots. That hurts. Right here." He said, pointing to wear his heart would be. I never thought it would feel so good to hold a clowns hand, but I was wrong.
"Your a freak.. Like me!" He spoke, kissing my forehead as he led my down the street of burning buildings. Right then, I knew that I loved him. Me; Scar, Daisy Red, loved the Joker.
"I may be Jokes, but I don't look like Coco The Clown and have a bad fashion sense." I spoke, failing to say my unspoken words that needed to be said before I exploded with emotions and butterflies.
"Aw, toots. That hurts. Right here." He said, pointing to wear his heart would be. I never thought it would feel so good to hold a clowns hand, but I was wrong.