Chapter 2
She didn't know what to think at all.
Her mind wasn't even allowing her to think logically.
Fear overpowered logic.
The van started to speed off into the city. All the windows were tinted to prevent interest created by those inside the van. There were a few men in clowns masks sitting in various seats of the van, that Nichole did not notice until she entered the van. They had been in there the entire time.
And then there was Nichole sitting terrified next to The Joker. She was pushed as close as she could against the side of the door she was against. The Joker took the middle seat, his sides just barely brushing against her when he would shift in his seat. She looked at him in the corner of her eye and saw he was staring at her. Not her body and features, just her face; mainly her eyes. She then stared down at her fingers and picked at dead skin around her fingernails, a habit she often did when she was nervous. She still could not breath without it hurting, and felt as if this continued she would pass out from the irregular breathing pattern.
Oh god oh god oh god. This can't be really happening. Nichole thought to herself as she took in a deep breath of air in an attempt to get a good intake of air.
He was indeed studyingher face this whole time. He wanted to see how she would react to having just been shoved into the van. He wanted to know what she was thinking. Her eyes showed everything her face was desperately trying to hide.
On the inside she was crying hysterically.
She finally broke the silence and turned her head toward the Joker, but didn't look him directly in the eye fearing she would forget what she was going to say if she did. She decided to keep her eyes on the floor.
"Please...I can give you all the money you want. I can give you any money I have. Please...just let me go and I swear to you. I'll give you anything I own." She tried not to sound like she was begging, and more like she was trying to get a business deal through. She did a pretty good job of keeping her voice steady for the state of mind she was in, but it was still a bit squeaky and the obvious fear inside of her was bubbling over into her voice.
The Joker put a single gloved finger over her closed mouth, which caused her to flinch.
His hand was like something burning her, or a bug on her.
She wanted it off.
"A ta-ta-ta talking can distract...the driver." He took his finger off her lip and gestured to the driver.
Nichole bit her lip. It was quite clear now as she looked up against her gut and looked into his eyes, that he didn't want money. He didn't want to hear her whine and complain for him to let her go at the moment. Even though his words were mere teasing, his two dark eyes held a fire in them. A fire that look like it was about to spread and burn Nichole where she sat. She felt a small tingling feeling from where his finger was on her mouth. Even though it was just the fabric of his glove that touched her, she still felt disgusted that he actually touched her. When he was holding her wrist painfully, it did not register to her it was him touching her since she did not see him face to face. But still her wrist started to tingle just as her mouth was.
At that moment she gave up on bartering and begging to be let free. It would be a waste of energy for her and would irritate him, maybe to the point of killing her. She knew him to have very little patience from what see has seen in the news and what she just saw at the party. She let out a small sigh and thankfully he hadn't noticed. She was now trapped.
There had to be something...anything, that he might want. Something I could give him that would make him have a change of heart and let me go. She thought, trying to find a way to get him to let her go.
But this is the Joker. She thought to herself. Does he even have a heart?
From that moment on she went into survival mode. Every choice she made she had to think about. Nothing could slip out, nothing could slip up.
The rest of the drive they all sat there quietly. Nichole wanted to barter more, but she wasn't that dumb to give into what her heart wanted to do. She only listened to her mind, which was telling her to remain calm and show no fear. Fear is a weakness and if she showed him she was weak then it would be easy for him to walk all over her.
She tried to stop her hands from shaking but they did not stop. Oh fuck, I'm screw!
She knew no matter what she did she could not stop her fear. The shaking and the watery look in her eyes would never go away tonight. She knew he was going to have a field day seeing her fear. She remembered back to that video she saw on the news the other day with him and a person dressed as Batman. The Joker in that video seemed to grow more excited as more fear played onto the hostage's face. The Joker liked to feel powerful.
The van stopped and pulled up to a two story building. All the buildings in the surrounding area, and the one they pulled up to, were old and beat up. Shutters broken, windows broken, porches broken. Basically it be easier for one to point out what wasn't broken. To her it looked like a death hole. To him, it was home. A home at least until he moved to the next one. He often changed homes to avoid the chance he was spotted in one place for a long time. He did not want a police raiding his place ever. That would just mess everything up.
He had to be stealthy.
She eyed the place up and down once more, seeing a few lights were on in the house. She could even see into one of the rooms, since the broken shutters provided enough space for her to see men in what looked like a kitchen.
The driver got out first and opened the door for the Joker to get out like a dog. It was then she realized how much control the Joker had over his men, from what she had seen at least. She shuttered internally at the thought of how corrupt his goon's minds must be or how desprete for money they were. Some she knew had to be brain washed into believing the Joker's ideas.
The Joker climbed out slowly, and after dusting his shoulders off, he licked his lips and said, "Bring our little...guest to a place more suiting."
Nichole didn't understand what he meant in that, but the Joker's henchman clearly understood and pointed the gun at Nichole.
"Get out and follow me." He said to her firmly.
The man looked to be just as old as Nichole, and even more skinny then her. He had the smell of smoke though.
She stumbled out of the van, not even having to be asked twice to do as he asked. When there was a gun involved with anything she would listen. Just as she regained her balanced, she looked up to see that the Joker went inside already. The man left with her shoved her shoulder forward.
"Move it!" He yelled in a shaky voice. She saw his eyes more closely at this point and could see he was on some sort of drug. She walked forward slowly listening to the sound of her shoes against the cold cement as they entered the building.
From what she could see as she entered, the old place had been renovated to a living quarters. There was a living room, which held a beat up couch, an old television, and various beer cans and food left by the Joker's men. She could also see there was a kitchen, with a stove that looked like someone tried to cook with, but burned half of it off, a mini fridge, and a rather large table with twelve chairs placed randomly around it. On the table it looked like someone had stopped in the middle of a card game.
Each room was lit up with overhead lights, that would sway back and forth randomly when the wind from the broken windows would come into the house.
The entire place smelled of smoke and dirt and the foul smell caused her to scrunch her nose and begin to breath through her mouth. It was dimly lit everywhere and she barely could see if she was stepping on anything as she walked.
The man gave her another shove, which caught her off guard and she fell forward, scrapping her knees on the cement floor. She let out a small groan, as she stood back up with one hand on her knee wiping away the blood. The look on his face, showed he had not meant to do that. He looked as frightened and jumpy as her.
He fears the Joker too... Nichole thought absently. Maybe I can try to convince him to let me go...No. If he fears the Joker he will do what the Joker tells him to do. You already established this Nichole! You already saw how much control he has over his men!
She realized with a groan that her mind was as jumpy as ever and again starting to forget a few details here and there. The one thing she was trying to avoid was thinking about what was going to happen to her.
He lead her down a hallway to the basement of the house. It was rather dark and smelled of rot and mold. The ceiling held many spiderwebs and rusted pipes that would leak about once every ten seconds.
"Sit there" He said to her pointing at a chair, he had dragged out from a corner and placed in the center of the room. She obeyed quickly, sitting in the old rotting chair; praying it would not break from her weight as it did look like a chair hardly anyone had ever sat on.
"Stay here." He told her. The man then headed back up the stairs leaving her alone.
She glanced down at her knees which stung quite badly, but she knew needed to forget about her knees and the pain.
She was alone for once.
She needed to take this opportunity to escape.
Slowly Nichole got up and scanned the basement looking for a cellar door of some sort. Her heart lept as she finally found one and rushed over to it. A few locked chains hung from the door keeping it shut. She began to pull and twist at them, trying to get them to break. They looked rather old and rusty.
It may be possible. Pull harder! She tried to motivate herself. But unfortunately for her, she wasn't a very strong one. A series of grunts left her mouth as her hands began to bleed from the metal being pressed so tightly into her, as it was rusty and prickly. She desperately tried to make them break, but they just would not budge.
She started to sob in frustration as she realized it was not going to work, but never the less she pulled more until a voice behind her made her heart sink deep into her stomach and a loud gasp escape her throat.
"What's this? Trying to escape already are we? Such a shame. I think its too late in the day for these kind of games."
She turned around putting a hand over her heart trying to catch her breath.
The Joker was there, sitting on a beat up arm chair in the corner. He had flicked on a lamp that was by him. He was sitting there the whole time she had been down there. That was why he went in first; he wanted to see what she would do if she was alone, to see what type of hostage she was.
And she had made it quite clear in her little act of trying to escape.
She was a fighter. She wasn't going to let any opportunity to escape pass her by.
She was caught red handed by him, and her nerves picked up quickly as she looked at his make up smeared face.
She slowly made her way back to the chair she had been instructed to sit at and plopped down into it, not taking her eye off the Joker. She was surprised his face showed he was amused and not angry.
He's amused because he fucking knows that I will always try to escape! She yelled at herself in her mind. The fear on her face showed. She reached a shade that was worse than pale.
He got up and walked over by her licking his lips. "Well? I asked a question my dear."
She found her voice, and tried to lie. "I-...No of course not. I was just...just.."
But he finished her sentence for her, "Just checking out my fine lock work hmmmm?"
She nodded, not really knowing what to say. He simply let out a muffled laugh.
"Before I say anything else, I really must tell you I was quite pleased at that party when I grabbed you, that no one really made a huge fuss over you. I half expected five or ten of your friends to come over and start 'talking' with me, to try and...convince me to uh let you go." He smirked. "Why is that I wonder?" He lowered his head narrowing his eyes and tilting his head slightly at her.
Nichole stared at his feet; making eye contact would make her lose her train of thought. The Joker began to get irritated and reached in his pocket, getting out a finely crafted knife. He admired it tilting it back and forth in the dim light. This caught Nichole's attention and she looked up at him.
"Yanno knives, are simply wonderful. Each of them have their own stories...just...waiting to be told. All the things they have done in their life." He licked his lips once more. "All the different textures they have cut through. All the pages of their story just waiting," His eyelids came closer together now as he spoke, "to be turned-dah. I would hate to see you be the latest chapter in that book this early...Later i am sure you will be your own chapter in this knife's story, but-..."
He brought the knife by her throat. She flinched in her seat, but did her best to keep a straight face. Her eyes widened a bit as his face was eye level with hers. She stared into his eyes, seeing her reflection in them. His eyes were so dark and dangerous it made her form more goosebumps on her skin. A small sweat droplet fell from her forehead. She glanced down at the knife without moving her head. It was the first time she had a knife to her throat and she knew it would not be the last.
"Now forgive me if I'm wrong but...i think its common courtesy to answer a question that is asked of a person. Is it not?"
Her whole neck felt numb. Her heart felt as if it was beating right out of her chest.
Okay Nichole just talk to him. Be nice to him and show him you know he's the one in charge and calling the shots. Don't anger him. Stay calm. She told herself.
She gulped, before spitting out, "Yes...of c-c-course. F-Forgive me..." She blinked. "What was the question again? I-I am s-s-sorry yet again I seem to have a very bad memory. Things just go in one ear and out the other." She let out a nervous laugh.
She ended up saying more then she wanted to. She was going to stop at the "What was the question again?" part, but her nerves caused her to talk more. A quality she unfortunately had. With him around she could barely think before she spoke.
Instead of slapping her across the face like he was going to, he let her ignorance slide...this time. He took the knife away from her throat and held it close by his leg."The question was-saaah, why no dash-sah-ing young man at that party tried to be a knight in shining armor and try to save you from me?"
She stares at her hands again and decided to say something that wasn't entirely true, but certainly was not false."Because, no one at that party knew me. I was just a face in the crowd."
She was going to keep Tom out of the conversation as long as she could, but she knew this attempt would be in vain.
He rolled his eyes. "So am I suppose to believe that no one at that party knew you. You just decided you would show up to this party for the heck of it? Do you really expect me to believe that?" The irritation on his face reappeared.
She spoke in fear as he pressed the knife tightly into her neck, before she could stop herself "Well I knew one person! That's it!"
FUCK! This is not where I want the conversation to go! She mentally slapped herself. Act like Tom isn't important to you! That way the Joker won't have a piqued interest in him as blackmail!
He licked his lips. "Well why didn't this friend-dah...come to the rescue?" He shot her a piercing glare, and hid his smile as he watched her shudder in her seat. He was so amused that he was able to scare her out of her mind with a simple face.
She looked back up into his eyes, which was big mistake. When she did, the words just came out. It may have had something to do with his glare, or the knife he held tightly in his left hand.
"My friend Tom...he...I asked for help from him, but he didn't. I- I- tried to get him to help me, but he got scared. He hid amongst the party goers and that's...it. H-He's all I knew t-t-there. He's j-j-just a friend. I b-b-barely know him. I was invited on a w-wim."
He glanced at his knife again, soaking in each word of her sentence, thinking of the perfect thing to say to it. "Well...Nikki... It's Nikki right?" She gave a small nod, now focusing on his scars, instead of his intense eyes. "Do you want to know why Tom didn't come to the rescue?"
When she did not respond he just continued, nodding his head.
"He was being smart-tah...You see, when faced with a dangerous situation, these civilized people, will go back to their old ways of thinking. They will go by the laws of survival of the fittest. They won't...stop and try to rescue a damsel in distress. No. No...That's in fairy tales, that people try to corrupt the young children of this world into believing in. See that's why it comes as a shock to these...children who have grown up thinking friends will have each others back, that when their friends just chicken out and save themselves. When the right situation comes into play...Well...Its a dog eat dog world out there Nichole. So really your friend was just following what his human instinct told him to do. Can you blame him for what his mind is saying? Cause if you are...you are being pretty selfish."
Nichole's mouth slowly opened in shock as he spoke. But felt relief when she realized he believed her when she said Tom wasn't that close to her. Now she had to stick to that story. If he ever saw she was lying...She did not even want to think what he would do.
He giggled. "Oh but you...you" He pointed at her. "You still think he should have tried to help you. Correct?"
"...Yes.." She said very softly. She didn't know if this answer would anger him, but he laughed more.
"Well do you know what I woulda done...if your little friend tried to save you?"
She shook her head.
He took his knife and swat at the open air directly to the left of Nichole. She let out a little scream, thinking he was going to stab her.
The Joker laughed as he said, "Well I would have just...silenced him." He laughed more to the extent of slapping his knee. He kneeled down by the chair she sat frozen in.
"But don't deny Nikki. There is some part of you...you wouldn't admit this out loud but... there is a part of you that would have wanted, your little escort into the party, Tom to try and talk things over, even if it meant the death of him...because he would have stood up for you. He would have proved himself to be loyal. His loyalty would be rewarded with an early death...but that's not the point-tah...Just admit it Nikki. Say it..."
She mumbled something he couldn't catch, so he brought his knife up by her neck again, making her shut her eyes tightly. "Say it!"
"I WANTED HIM TO SAVE ME!" She screamed, a few tears falling from her eyes out of fear. Her thin layer of bravery was being cut into deeply, by this madman.
The Joker patted her head. "Good girl. See what I mean Nikki? In this world, trust is for fools. Fear is the only real way to solve problems. So in a way I solved a problem for you. Your friend feared me, and showed he wasn't a good friend for you. So I saved you from a bad relationship if you wanted to get closer to him."
He licked his lips, lowering his head hiding his neck as he looked at her from the top of his eyes, making him look more menacing. "You should be thanking me."
At that moment she realized that The Joker wasn't crazy.
He was insane.
His ways of thinking were odd and monstrous. She did not feel safe at all around him, and felt there would be no way to reason with him to let her go. His mind didn't work like her's. He was smart; she could not deny it. But the way he used his brain was to play mind tricks on others.
He pressed the knife into her throat deeper, breaking a little bit of skin at the very tip. She let out a muffled grunt as blood began to break through the surface of her skin and travel down to his knife.
"Thank...you.." She said softly and without meaning.
He grinned, taking the knife away. Nichole wiped the bit of blood from her neck.
"You see Nichole how much better we get along when you cooperate?" He walked over and pulled his armchair in front of Nichole's chair. He was a bit tired and wanted to sit. Crashing parties takes a lot of energy out of a man.
"So where were we..." He thought for a moment, rubbing his knife on the armchair's side removing Nichole's small amount of blood from it. "Ah yes-sah...I do have a question, and this one crack me up just thinking about it-..." he started to laugh while he asked, "Why...if you heard gunshots and yelling, did you walk out of the bathroom and into the room you heard danger from?" He smiled. He sincerely wanted to know this, as he knew a normal sane person would not enter a room gunshots were heard.
"Well...I didn't hear all the fighting and such in the party room."
He raised an eyebrow, so she quickly added to explain and to keep him from getting angry, "I was listening to my music player, in the bathroom. I didn't hear any of it, so I walked out of there thinking nothing major was going on. I wasn't concerned by the silence I heard because..I thought it was j-j-just someone making a toast or something."
He smacked his lips together. "Soooo was that party a real downer? Was it soooo bad you had to resort to...going into the bathroom and listening to music to experience fun? Because there are so many other ways to have fun than that. I could show you them sometime. Do you know how to use a bomb?" His devilish smiled came back onto his face.
"No...no I w-went in there to escape the party. Its not that it was bad, its just I didn't f-f-fit in." She did not see the point in him asking this at all. She cleared her raw throat and blinked sending a few tears off the rim of her eyelids.
"You didn't fit in? Fit...in?" He laughed. "How can you not fit in with a bunch of high class citizens people, showing off their latest cars, clothes and bragging about money? I could even do it. It's not that hard. You make it sound like a challenge. No Nichole...A challenge is making a bomb in less than five minutes. That is a challenge. Fitting in at a party is not. Your petty problems do not amuse me. Here I was thinking there was going to be some exciting reason for you to not be in the main party room, but only to find out it's because you have self esteem issues? What a disappointment." He faked a frown.
This conversation was starting to sound like as if she was talking to a friend on the phone and not a murderer. The Joker asking her questions about her personal life...and it was starting to get annoying. But she knew if she didn't answer, she end up with a cold chunk of metal in her chest.
He's either asking me all this to get me to feel a bit relaxed and think he's not going to attack me so that when he does it will come unexpectedly or he's doing this so he better understands what kind of hostage I am...She cringed.
She momentarily forgot what he asked her.
Breath Nichole just breath and stay strong. She thought to herself.
"Sorry it's a disappointment, but you actually said the point...I'm not rich, I don't own a car with these gas prices, and any money I own I don't brag about. I use it for food and every so often a new suit for my job as a teacher." Looking into his eyes she always said more then she wanted to. Not a good quality to have at the moment. "I...I- just felt out of place. I'm sorry I am not as good of an actor as you are when it comes to pretending." She tried to make that last sentence sound serious, and not sarcastic.
He wasn't expecting that out of her mouth. Not even owning a car or bragging about her money whatever little amount she had? That was strange.
"So let me get this...straight...you went into a bathroom. Because you're not rich...?" He tilted his head like a dog.
"Well really I was just embarrassed. I felt like they all knew I wasn't like them and judge me..." She blushed, feeling this was highly inappropriateto talk about with the Joker. And now...It sounded as if she was someone in high school that didn't fit in at the lunch table. How little her problems of not fitting in, felt compared to this problem currently she was in.
"Its not a crime to be poor." He said in a matter-of-fact tone.
"Well it is a crime to kidnap." She said not thinking. That statement just pissed her off coming from him of all people. She didn't want himcriticing her personal life.
Fuck...I didn't mean to say that-
He slapped her across the face hard. His purple leather glove made the blow hurt a lot worse. "Yanno you're really testing my patience. Pretty soon if you keep this up I might not be blamed for a kidnapping but a murder." He winked at her as she brought a hand up to her face, trying to stop the pain of his slap. The faint color of an irritated red began to show where he hit her.
Her mouth was open as her breathing hitched.
He touched...Me...He fucking hit me! She screamed in her mind. Her face was burning and she wanted to remove the skin where he touched her. It was like the devil had touched her.
He looked down at her leg and stared at it intently, trying to think of another set of questions to bring to the table. Not that he cared about her life. He just liked messing with her. She would be his experiment. There had to be some way to get an ordinary citizen of Gotham City to be able to be as corrupt as he is, without him getting killed in the process, because if he could find a way to do this, he could get everyone in the whole city...no no world, to become corrupt and eat each other up. As they would, he would sit back and enjoy the show.
His show.
His master piece.
He always liked to make people go insane.
He was certain he could get this idiotic woman in front of him to go crazy. If he placed her in the situation that was on his mind right now she would go mental. He had a plan to use her in his never ending quest to bring Gotham to its knees.
"You mentioned-..." He said about five minutes into silence. "You are a teacher? Right here in Gotham City?" He clicked his tongue on the roof of his mouth. "Teaching the future crime doers and scum of this city?" He laughed.
She nodded, bringing her hand off her face; which was still burning immensely. "High...school."
He looked back up into her eyes. "How old are you?"
"Twenty three." She said softly.
He mouthed the word "23" to her faking amazement. "You have been teaching about-" He counted off his fingers before finishing his sentence, "two years?"
"Well two years in about four weeks, once the end of this school year comes around." It suddenly dawned on the Joker that summer was around the corner. He grinned mentally at this. Children running freely around his city. All of them were marked to die in one way or another.
He looked behind Nichole at a small clock set on the wall. He could barely make out the time due to the darkness of the room, but he noticed it was getting rather late. He needed to wrap up this conversation soon. He needed his beauty rest for the coming events. After all he was planning on getting arrested tomorrow night and he had so much to do to prepare for it!
He stood up kicking his chair back to the wall. He walked back over to her eyeing her with a deadly grin. "Now Nikki...Nikki Nikki...Who would...show some concern if...you were to suddenly disappear?"
She wiped one of her eyes, holding back her urge to scream at that statement. She didn't like knowing she was going to die soon. If she was going to die, she hoped it would be a quick painless death. When she once thought about how she wanted to die, she always pictured it to happen when she was old and grey in her bed, dying peacefully in her sleep.
She sniffled before responding. He almost laughed at that, finding her pain to be amusing to his sick mind.
"...Um...well..." She manged to get that much out of her, before letting out a few more tears and the beginnings of a long over do sob. He could see she was having trouble so, he decided to be a nice fellow and place the knife to her throat to help her find the words.
"Tom!" she spat out. She always thought straight when a knife was involved. "Tom the guy from the party, he's probably already told the police you have me!"
He smacked his lips together. "Who else-sah?"
She tried to think, but her mind was not drawing anymore names for her.
He grew impatience. "Perhaps your mother?" He suggested, holding back the urge to shake her back and forth to get an answer out of her.
She shook her head. "She's dead."
He glared at her. "If you are going to start telling me your family is dead to try and protect them-" He began, but she interrupted him.
"She was in a car accident ten years ago!" Nichole said this very loudly almost yelling in fact, and The Joker almost jumped at it. Almost.
"Well you don't...have to yell at me. I'm right here." He could see, the mentioning of her mother upset her...but that would be a story to dive into another day. He really just wanted some sleep.
"Your father? Brothers, sisters? Nikki...i really don't know, I just don't want a whole clan of Nikki's friends and family on my doorstep trying to beat me into cottage cheese." He took the knife off her throat, standing up straight, going by a box as he spoke. He searched through it, looking for something he needed.
"...I don't where my father is, and I doubt he would care if something like this happened. My brother is in Iraq fighting so he would not take notice I am not around until he gets back which would be in months, and I don't have any friends in Gotham. The only people who would show concern if I were to not be around tomorrow, would be my students. Since I am a teacher, it would be odd for me to not show up to work. The other teachers might get suspicious as well, since I have never missed a day of work in the past two years." She felt a spur of confidence, so she added, "...and I intend to keep it that way."
She left out the details of her friends outside of Gotham. Most of her college friends were not in Gotham City and had gone their own ways across the country. Some though were still in the town where she went to college. She talked with them on the phone about once or twice a month and saw them once or twice every two months (the ones that lived close). They may express concern, if she were to suddenly disappear...
And she knew...Whatever or where ever the Joker would take her...would make her disappear.
Forever.
As he removed a cloth from the box walking back to Nichole, he got an idea. In that very moment he was able to calculate a whole new plan for tomorrow. He was able to figure out the flaws in the plan and know what to do if things did not go the way he wanted them too. He knelt down by her, looking into her frail eyes.
"Listen to me very carefully. Tomorrow, I am going to let you go." She got a confused look on her face, but took in his every word. "You will do your day as normal. Go to work, and act normal. After work tell your boss you quit. Then go home and wait for me to come and...get you. Should you act different around people and they ask you what is wrong, you tell them you don't feel good. Got it?"
She nodded, imagining how hard tomorrow was going to be for her. Nichole didn't think at that moment nor would she ever think to ask the simple question of how do you know where I live? Because in fact he didn't know where she lived, but he already had a plan to find out where.
He took the cloth and placed it over her eyes tying it in the back of her head more tightly then needed. "Just-tah...go to sleep Nikki. Think about...what you have to do tomorrow." He said quietly in her ear, as he reached over grabbing some rope and tying her to the chair itself. The rope began to burn her as she squirmed in the seat, feeling very uncomfortable since she could not see where the Joker was when he spoke.
"But remember...i will be watching. So don't tell anyone about...this. I don't really like those who can't keep their mouths shut...So don't force me to keep it shut permanently." He warned. "I happen to have my own personal tailor...and he would do as I told him if i told him to sew your mouth shut. Whatever I say goes Nichole. It be best for you to keep that in mind."
Nichole's tears were starting to soak through the cloth he put on her eyes. The Joker reached into his pocket and pulled a small pill from it, he forcefully grabbed her chin making her scream and roughly placed the pill in her mouth.
"Now open and say ahhhhhh" He said taking his knife and stabbing the back of her neck with force to penetrate the skin.
"AHHHHH!" She cried out in pain. In the process the pill flew down her throat, causing her to go into a coughing fit and choke.
"Now you may start to feel a bit...light headed." He patted her head like she was an animal.
"Wha- wha-...what the fuck did you give me!" She screamed out, squirming in her seat, giving her more rope burn in the process.
"Just something to help you sleep my dear. Sweet d-r-eeeeeeee-a-m-s-sah." He patted her head once more.
Nichole's neck felt numb now. In fact her whole body felt numb. She felt her throat go dry and all her muscles relax at once. Her whole body felt like it wasn't attached to her and her breathing was a distant sound to her. The only sound she could hear was her heart, beating more slower and slower as the seconds passed. Eventually her eyes shut and fell into a deep sleep.
The Joker grinned at this, seeing his drug worked on her. He reached in his pocket again taking out a small square object. The object was a tracking device, normally used to plant on cars or briefcases.
He leaned Nichole's body forward in her tied-up-to-the-chair state. He pushed her hair forward and exposed the cut on the back of her neck he had created moments ago. He took the small square object and shoved it forcefully into her skin, causing a stream of blood to flow down her backside. A stain of blood appeared on the back of her shirt now. Once it was in fully, he went through another box pulling needle and thread and sewed her cut up. He wiped the blood with his fingers off her.
He stared at her warm red blood on his glove, and licked his lips. He wiped it on his pant leg, returning his gaze to the drugged woman.
He patted her head once more before whispering to her dreamy self. "And remember...i will be watching..."