Thank you so much to MadnessIsMe for your review and everyone who read! I am planning to update as soon as possible. This chapter will hopefully have a lot more Joker in it :) So here goes!
Oh and I forgot to o this last chapter…
The Joker, Batman, and Gotham are not mine (unfortunately.) Any original characters like Lacey and Danny are mine (yay!)
I woke up and immediately wished I hadn't. I had a blinding headache and the right side of my abdomen felt like it was on fire. I was lying on a bed, but I could tell t wasn't my own. I cracked open one eye and groaned. I was in a small room, with only one window. It was barred. I tried to sit up and look around, but it hurt like hell. Then it all came rushing back to me- the alley, Danny, and that voice. I had no idea where I was, but I could only hope that Danny had found me and saved me somehow.
After trying multiple times, I was finally able to pull through my pain and sit up in the bed. I looked down at my wound and pulled up my tank top to reveal that someone had stitched up my cut with dark purple thread. I was sure that it was going to get infected, but I had bigger problems out f my mind. Like getting out of wherever the hell I was. The room I was in looked relatively old. Even though it was carpeted, the ground was rock hard and the room was freezing. The only thing in the room was the bed I was sitting on, and even that looked like crap. It was one of those twin sized beds with a metal frame. I stood up with a groan and went over to the only door. I twisted the knob but it was locked. I banged on it in frustration. "Help! Somebody, please! Let me out of here! Get me the hell out!"
No one came to the door, and after a while I got tired of yelling. I sat back down on the bed and fumed over my position. Why was I here? Who had locked me in this room? And where was Danny?
The door opened. In walked one of the scariest men I have ever seen. I recognized him immediately from the He was tall, I could tell that much, but his purple jacket hid the rest of his body. He had stringy hair that looked like it had been dyed green years ago, and his face had been painted white. His eyes were blackened, and his lips were painted cherry red. But it was the scars that really scared me. The scars that were carved across his face like a disfigured smile jumped out at me from all of his features. I could tell that long ago someone- probably him- had tried to sew up his wound, but had made it even worse. My mind immediately went to the scar I had above my hip and the purple stitches I had in it.
"Well hell-o there, doll, "he said, walking towards me. I tried to stand my ground but I could feel myself shrinking back into the wall as he walked closer. "What's your…uh… name, sweetcheeks?" I shook my head, trying to turn away from his face. "LOOK AT ME!" he screamed.
I turned around to face him. I was fed up with this guy, and done with being trapped here. "My name is Lacey Gray, and if you don't get out of my way I'm going to kill you!" I reached into my pocket for my knife to prove my point, but it wasn't there. Joker let out a huge laugh and reached into his pocket. "Looking for this?" he said as he pulled out my knife. All of my previous courage quickly drained from my body. I was sure this was how it was going to end- in a crappy room in the middle of god knows where with a psychopath.
"You wanna know how I got these scars?" He kept on walking towards me until I was flat against the wall and he was standing right over me. The knife in his hand directly to my throat, and I could feel beads of blood coming out from beneath the blade.
"You know…" I said, "I really don't give a damn."
The Joker's smile immediately faded. I feel the blade leave my neck as he pulled away from me. "Good answer," he chuckled as he left the room. I leaned against the wall, on the verge of tears. Now I had one of my questions answered. I was being held here by none other than… the Joker.
