Nobody knew where she came from or who she was. One day, her blond head appeared between the Arkham inmates. She was an extraordinary girl and spoke often of surreal things and creatures. She was surrounded by an innocent, almost childlike aura. And so, it was only natural that she aroused the interest of the cruel criminals in Arkham.
''Are you the sweet new bird?,'' the Joker said and tore Luna from her daydream. He leaned casually against the tree under which she sat and his face graced a wide scary smile. He watched her every move as she rose. To his surprise, she gave him an indefinable glance and a dreamy smile. And for a brief moment, his heart began to beat wildly. Such a thing had never happened to him before. She had confused him completely and he did not like it. Not. one. bit.
He reacted instantly and pressed her against the hard trunk of the tree. He pressed his knife against her neck until it cut into her skin. He watched as the blood slid down her throat. Then he let his gaze wander back to her face and waited anxiously for her response. Would she cry? Or beg and plead, just like everyone else. But the little thing looked at him with her big silvery gray eyes and it seemed as if she looked directly into the depths of his soul. Then she streched out her delicate hand to touch him and stroked his scar gently. Her response took his breath away and made him speechless. He was petrified. ''It is beautiful,'' Luna said, giving him a sincere smile.
Then she strolled away humming and was again, lost in her thoughts.