It was raining hard, and you were stranded on the cold streets of Gotham. You had just fell from the sky, literally. Your wings were gone, the only thing left were bloody scars running down your back. You were also naked, which wasn't helping in this situation.

Stuck on the sidewalk, quivering and trembling as the rain slid down your nearly freezing body. Cars passed by, but not one of them decided to stop and check on you. It was infuriating, literally. You stood, walking around, in hopes of searching for help from anybody.

You kept walking, shivering and still quivering. It honestly was so tiring, but you felt the cold breeze of air and lights shining on you. Soon, an all black limo pulled up next to you. You instinctively covered your body and looked at the limo.

The windows rolled down, and there were at least...6 men in the car, plus the driver and passenger. They all looked like goons, and they wore masks, except for one. He had a white painted face and horrible clown makeup. His hat, a dirty brown, covered his eyes, but it was almost as if you could see his pupils staring at you. He slowly looked up at you, leaning against the door.

"It's a shame that a...specimen like you is out here by yourself. All alone. Aren't you a little bit..scared? Anything could happen to you, poo." The mysterious man said, tapping at the door. He eyed you up and down. A fine little thing you were, especially to someone as crazy as him. "Why don't you come with me, and i'll get you all fixed up, hm?" He offered, holding out a gloved hand to you. It was a bit of a skeptical decision to you, but you needed the help, so you slowly opened the car door and got in.

Once you were in, the goons threw a blanket over you, obviously covering you since you were practically in the nude right now. The mysterious man, who now was revealed to you as Joker (due to the painted name on his cheek), looked at you with a half-sane half-insane smile. He took a sip of whiskey and took a good minute to examine you.

"Quite the catch aren't you..."