A Change in Repetition

a Woman who's a fan of gossip, especially involving The Joker, and see's her standing not far from her within the same underground classed area

  She was the Mother-in-Law when it came to the known and the curious. With a heart of solitude and a min at play, she examined the glorious games from a distance. The events set forth due to The Joker, were her favorite.
  Raised with the wealthy, and strolling with the underclass, became a weekly convenience to satisfy her need for gossip. Hearing here and there of casualties from anybody who held the ability. Knowing all, meant hearing all, and having the skill to comprehend all those who present themselves as soft spoken, to the loud and obnoxious shrieking creatures of the crude.
  Over time, the repetition of conversation became a bore of patterns after patterns without holding much of an end, but with the same conclusion to this simplified arithmetic every time. Although there was a single fragment of life that arose her chin in this desired direction. There was a pale skinned face she's never seen, but always heard. She didn't need to guess, she didn't have to only assume, because she KNEW the remedy of this curiously found creature. Only this young woman could carry this atmosphere, although her attempt to cover it was a failure. The Joker was her title, no other.
...Fin...

Author's Note

I do a lot of written pieces based on a world I like to write about, draw about, paint about, etc... that I made up when I was younger, which grew as I got older.
The Combined World ^.^