It had been hours since she saw the time of day, or had a cigarette. This was a pretty shitty situation for a nicotine addict. She chewed on her nails slightly, sitting on the rusty mattress that stank of old sweat and gym wear. She grimaced, looking around actually soaking in her surroundings. The floors were old hardwood, some holes in random places and dust was everywhere. Shards of glass from a previous window were on the floor around the area, and an old chair was by the window. There were a few pictures on the wallpaper, flowers and a old picture of a dog. She pondered.

'I wonder if they were his.'

She shrugged, standing up, looking at the walls, still had a few blood stains on it, but not as much as that torture chamber she had been in before. She walked to the window, but she wasn't able to look outside it so she wouldn't know if there were bars on it.

'Like I wanna leave, this is kinda cool, but then again I want to shower..'

She sighed, sitting at the old rusted chair near the window, picking up a shard of glass trying to scratch the dark paint over it. She thought for a moment, then decided to draw on the window. She was sitting there for a few minutes just doodling until she heard footsteps coming down towards the door. She pretended she didn't hear them until the door opened and heard a slight chuckle.

"What do you want clown?"

She asked lazily then cried out when she was thrown out of the chair, being tossed to the floor like nothing.

"HEY!"

The Joker held a knife to her neck, and another at her side.

"No more name calling. Joker is fine sweetums."

Kirsty glared, trying to kick him away.

"That fight last time was a fluke dear, don't think I'll let you off the hook so easily."

Kirstly blinked, not saying anything and she stopped struggling.

"Can you at least get off of me?"

She noticed his devious smirk.

"Of course I can get off you."

She groaned at his perverted remark, rolling her eyes.

"Move man, I don't like this situation."

The Joker cackled, getting up but only because he went to lock the door, pulling a chair into the room.

"We are going to have a talk'ah"

Kirsty sat back on the chair near the window, crossing her legs and put her hands in her lap.

"Okay! What's it about?"

She held her hands up, acting surprised, but it was obvious she was being sarcastic as she dropped them right away rolling her eyes. The Joker ignored her, and spoke.

"Well uh, how about I make an agreeable proposition for you. How abouuut'ah we become friends?"

Kirsty blinked.

"What do you mean?"

The Joker bluntly stated.

"It's been a while since I uh had someone to laugh at, and you seem like the perfect victim."

Kirsty smacked her lips the same time he did, thinking for a moment.

"No death for me?"

The Joker nodded slightly, his hair hardly moving from the intense layer of grease and green dye. She gagged in her throat.

"Uh..Sure?"

She was slightly oblivious to his idea, but she decided to go along with it so her ass wouldn't get tanned or be gutted like a fish. The Joker stood up, smiling like a pedofile, making Kirsty extremely nervous.

"Stop looking at me like that."

He didn't, he only walked towards her, he reached out looking at her face.

"Don't touch meee!!"

She jumped back until she was against the wall.

"KYA!!!"

He grabbed her arms, making her sit on the couch. He sat on her lap for some odd reason, then he slapped her.

"Stop fuckin' moving! I'm trying to see if that wound on your head is infected, if you haven't noticed, that's your blood all over the floor."

Kirsty blinked, standing up, The Joker jumped back.

"Aw man! This shit can't get any better."

She started ranting on to nobody in particular, but it was because she was having a nicotine withdrawal.

"First I get robbed from my mothers arms by Krusty the clown, then I get my ass kicked! I don't have smokes, I don't have my fuckin' orange juice, or my phone! What the fuck is going on here?! I need a fuckin' smoke. I'm ready to kill soon."

She looked at the Joker.

"Get me some fuckin' smokes boy."

The Joker glared.

"Pardon me suga' but smoking is bad for you, and I'm two times older than you are."

Kirsty stomped her foot, a gleam of hatred flashing in her eyes at him.

"I COULD GIVE A SHIT LESS! I WANT A FUCKING SMOKE RIGHT FUCKIN' NOW!!"

She suddenly collapsed, holding her heart.

"I'm dying~!"

She pretended to lay there, then she groaned rubbing her head, looking at the red ooze on her hands.

"I think I need some help."

The Joker huffed, then walked over and grabbed her arm.

"Up you go."

She wrapped an arm around his waist for support, the Joker blinked, not saying anything. Kirsty felt a little groggy from the outburst, making it hard to see.

The Joker led her down the hall into a room where there was noise from others. They went quiet as The Joker walked past them and into a large room that was pretty much 'Jokerfied'. The walls were lazily painted purple and green, almost like grapes and leaves, but the leaves were dead and the grapes were wilted. There was a table and chair, then a decent cot with no blankets or pillows. His jacket was lazily tossed on the bed, and to the left near a window with no light coming through it, there were several televisions surveying the area around the warehouse. Kirsty lazily walked to the bed as The Joker rummaged around in a box that was on the floor, pulling out random things. She watched him seeing a few odd things such as a clown mask, a broken camera, a water gun, then a small white box with a large red health cross on it. She groaned, feeling like throwing up.

"There we go."

He stood up, dusting his knee off as he sauntered towards Kirsty who was ready to fall off the bed in a heap of tiredness, his odd looking shoes dragging along the floor like he had a gimp in his legs. He kicked her leg, Kirsty opened her eyes sitting up. She was extremely pale, almost like a vampire, but she wasn't gross like they were.

"Face me."

She looked at him lazily as she watched him fill a syringe with something.

"What's that."

"Drugs. They'll help you sleep. It's like magic."

"You do drugs too?"

"Only when it's needed."

"All the time then? You're a junkie?"

The Joker growled slightly, Kirsty held back a growl as well, she was too tired to do anything at this point. She pulled up her sleeve and The Joker jabbed it in her arm.

"WHAT THE FUCK!"

She bit her bottom lip feeling a slight burn as the liquid slowly entered her body from the small needle.

"Ugh.."

A few seconds passed, but it felt like hours for Kirsty. She groaned, falling over onto the Joker's chest, out cold. He tensed up, not really enjoying her touching him, but he suddenly calmed down. He was having a psychotic moment, arguing with himself in his mind. He pushed her over, not caring if she was on HIS bed. He was rather possessive about his things, but for once, he had let his guard down, she was passed out, what was she able to do? He stood up, going to find someone from his crew who knew how to do stitches. A younger guy knew, he was a former surgeon, but due to fraud, he lost everything. He volunteered to do this, and the Joker watched as the man did his magic. The Joker twisted the knife in his hand, resting on the chair lazily, leaning back. He watched her sleep, for once not feeling the need to kill the craving for seeing terror and death.

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Ok, so there you go. I'm officially making this a story. Uhh yeah.. pardon the horrible typing, I try to be perfect and it hardly works. Uhm..thanks for the reviews so far and yeah..I'll update later~ byebye.