Title: Stalking the night

Author: Crystal Fog and the stalker scenes are by Moon-Memory

Disclaimer: If I owned Smallville it wouldn't have had any ghosts, vampires or other such creatures come into it….

Rating: M for explicit language and mature themes ahead.

Summary: Chloe and Bruce have been happily married for a while. But when his wife goes missing suddenly while visiting Lois in Smallville Bruce finds out just how deadly love can be, this new stalker knows everything about his wife... Even who her husband is in his free time. The hunt is on as Bruce must find his wife, and show her he loves her, before it's too late. Requested Fanfic

Warnings/spoilers: None really, graphic violence? Sexual implications?

Pairings: Chloe/Bruce, Clark/Lois, Oliver/Dinah

Short Note: So, this is for Night Crusader… Enjoy. Oh, and Crystal is in hospital so a lot of this is going to be slow and done by paper, computer, rechecked… etc.

"Have you ever been in love?" The girl looked at him, his blue ones seemed to pierce into her soul and she sobbed against the dirty gag in her mouth. The dirt and grime covered her features and she looked at him like a cornered animal. Haunted features and cuts all across her body where he had tried to 'make her more like his love', he had started by cutting her hair and even gotten up to changing her breasts before he had stopped to gag her and obviously decided they needed to talk. She wanted to die. But he pushed the knife against her cheek menacingly. "Well, have you?"

She remained silent, he quickly dragged the knife across her cheek and her muffled scream rang out in the slimy basement as he got up and paced.

"Have you ever watched the love of your life with another person? Had them laugh and smile when you know they are not right for that person, that you know they should feel what you do when you see them? That they should not be able to breathe without being in your presence… Just like you can't if you're not with them." He stopped abruptly and gazed and nothing with glazed eyes quickly, she shrank back because last time he had done that she had been the wrong shape and he had impressed her thigh into a different shape using photography acid. But he simply continued pacing.

"If you haven't then I pity you. Because I am." She started to laugh then, the laugh of an almost broken woman who couldn't take much more and the tears of laughter and pain ran down her cheeks as her chest heaved heavily. He continued on his little rant as if nothing was different.

"But my love, Chloe, loves another and she cannot seem to see that he is all wrong for her. I want to take her 'perfect' husband, the one who is dragging her into his shadows and holding her there when she should be with me in the sunlight living up to her full potential with me. I want to carve his heart out and watch him bleed on the ground, have it pool in the dirt and grim of our streets like his precious parents before him." She paled as she discovered he was talking about Chloe and Bruce Wayne, oh god… How could she not have known, when she had met him he had been standing next to Chloe and talking to him… God, she had liked the look of him so much! He looked at her and his face was illuminated in streaks against the white moon coming in from the broads on the windows.

"I'm sorry… Am I scaring you?" He didn't look sorry, he looked like he was experiencing euphoria. He looked like she had just given him the best present in the world. She shook her head ignoring the tears stinging the corners of her eyes and his expression darkened dramatically.

"No? Then quit shaking you pathetic piece of vermin! You don't have her hair you know… Yours is darker, hers catches the sunlight and I am reminded of the goddamn cornfields of Smallville… How I loath that place, I am rarely there but when I am I have to play nice and always be talking about how good it is. Chloe wasn't even born there for god sakes! Neither was I, no one in y family ever came from Smallville so why do I have to act like it's cooler then Metropolis?" He strode over to her and kneeled in front of her, she shrank away as he fiddled with the knife and brought it to her face, his breath smelt of whisky and he slid the knife against the gag and her skin. The cool metal pressed and she cried softly. "Stop crying you stupid girl, Chloe would have been braver then this. She got into these types of adventures all the time." With a flick of his wrist he cut her free and she spat out the vile mixture in her mouth, her cheek was covered in yet another cut and she glared at him with moss green eyes filled with hatred.

"I'm not fucking Chloe asshole! My name is Joanna." He hit her, her face spun to the slid and then he grabbed the knife and pulled her hair back, the knife was covered in her dried blood and she sobbed 'no more, please' and 'I'll be good' as he features softened and he kissed her like she was made of china, she thought hysterically that 3 days ago… Was it still 3 day ago? She would have been ecstatic to have had him kiss her like this but now she just felt empty and dirty. He brushed her blond, bloody hair behind her ear gently and cupped her face.

"Please don't cry Chloe… I'll look after you." This is when she did start to laugh, it clawed out her throat and bubbled into the dark corners of them room as she broke.

"I'm not Chloe. I'm not Chloe." She sang, or chanted really, and rocked back and forward like she wasn't tied up to a cement pillar that held up the Daily Planet. He looked at her pityingly.

"I know." He told her reassuringly as he picked up a colt gun, it fit into his hand as he cocked it using the little light that glowed pathetically on the ceiling. She looked at him like a curious child or animal as he leveled it to her head, he looked at her with a mixture of love and pity in his eyes. "I know... And it's too bad."

The shot rang out and her head slumped to the side, lolling like a bloody doll.