SexyJokerLovers: Ok guys here's the new chapter. I don't know if it's any good. Please enjoy!

When she was nine years old, her family had just moved to Gotham from San Francisco. Being an only child, Jillien Harding didn't have any one to talk to or look after her. That was until her first day of third grade. She was the new student, and she was already failing at making friends. She sat in the back of the class, not talking to anybody. That was until she got to lunch. She didn't have any money for lunch, and since her family had just moved here, they hadn't stocked up on food yet, so she went without. She isolated herself, and pulled out her writing journal, hoping to pass the time until lunch was over. She had never gotten the chance to crack open her journal though.

She glanced up as a boy with long dirty-blond hair approached her. She had recognized him from her class. "Don't you have any lunch?" He asked.

All she did was shake her head, not wanting to draw attention to herself. "Do you want half of my sandwich?" He asked. Again, he got a shrug from her. "You don't talk much, do you?"

She looked up at him, still not saying a word. "I'll take that as a no." He seated himself down next to her. "At least tell me your name. I'm Jack Napier."

He held out his hand to her, motioning her to shake it. "Jillien Harding." She told him in a soft voice, the most beautiful sound he'd ever heard. She shook his hand, and motioned her back to the his sandwich. Reluctantly, she took it, thus beginning her love for B.L.T.'s.

"Jack and Jill." He had told her once. "Like the nursery rhyme." She was always called Jillien, and he wanted to call her Jill. She allowed him to, as long as he was the only one. And over the years, he was the only one to call her that.


I couldn't breath. I couldn't move. I was trying to get away, but couldn't. My arms and legs were tied, and a large mass held me down. My vision was blurry, and I could vaguely make out the purple shad of the figure. I could hear the maniacal laugh that came from on top of me. I distinctly felt the knees of someone pushing down on my chest, before they cracked, and my entire body went limp.

I coughed myself awake from one of the worst dreams I've ever had. I instinctively grabbed my chest to make sure nothing had happened to me. I began to cough uncontrollably, even though no one had touched me. it felt like they had. The dream felt so real. And, no doubt it was the Joker. I don't want to believe that he would hurt me, but I know what he's capable of. To my disliking, I was the one at the paper who covered the latest news on the Joker. I know that he has personally killed over fifty people, and wounded over twice as many.

He said so himself that he would never hurt me. I want to believe him. I want to believe that deep down inside of him, the boy I knew, who was my best friend, was still there. When he talked to me, more like threatened me earlier, he had said that I still wanted him to be that same Jack and friend I'd always known. He was right of course. He knows me better than anyone else, which right now is proving to be a bad thing.

After he had left me, I took extra precautions before I went to bed. I doubled checked that the door and all the windows were locked, I placed a towel over them, and grabbed a knife from the kitchen and set it on my bedside table.

It still shocked me that he was in this very apartment only a couple of hours ago. He didn't want me to leave Gotham. he said he would miss me too much. I still don't understand why.

This man was my best friend. I can still see him before he turned into this... thing. He was always so kind, and always looked after me. We always went to each other' s house when we were bored. He got in fights sometimes to protect me. I can still remember one time, in fifth grade, I was waiting for him at recess, scribbling down ideas in my writing journal. Some snotty boy came up to me, and took my journal. He called me names like stupid and nerd, before he chucked my journal into a puddle of muddy water. He kept teasing me until I cried. And boy did I. I didn't enjoy him making fun of me at all. By then, Jack had come from lunch and saw what happened. He punched the kid in the nose and threw him to the ground. I immediately threw my arms around him and bawled into his shirt.

He got expelled from school for a whole week. and I was lonely the entire time. But when he came back, he bought me a new journal because mine got ruined. I still have it somewhere. After that, no one ever came near me when Jack was around.

I wasn't going to let him get to me though. There was no way he was going to keep me from my dream job.

This past week has gone by too slow. I hadn't heard anything from the Joker since his "visit", and I was hoping to keep it that way.

I had found an apartment I liked, and I'm flying out to New York to check the place out.


The Joker paced himself in his hideout in the rough part of town. He was angrier than usual, and his boys were frightened. They were hoping he wouldn't do anything irrational.

The Joker continued to walk around confusingly, deep in thought. He had learned that a week after visiting his friend, Jill, she wasn't listening to him, and she was flying out to New York today to find a new place to live.

How dare she! Did she not hear him when he said to stay in Gotham? He couldn't let her leave him. Even though she wasn't leaving him for real, she was theoretically leaving him, and he couldn't have that. Something just wouldn't feel the same with her gone. It was either her stay or him move his entire scene with her, and he loved Gotham so much. he couldn't leave because it was just too much fun.

He quickly pulled out his cell phone, and dialed a number. He waited impatiently for the caller to answer. "What do you want, Joker?" The voice asked.

"I'm going to need that favor now, Mark."

It was less than an hour when the Joker met Mark at a discrete landing pad on the outskirts of Gotham.

He convinced Mark to fly him to New York in his helicopter to stake out ill. He had owed him a favor from saving his neck one time two years ago. Mark refused, but the Joker threatened to slowly cut his head off if he didn't.

Only the Joker and Mark arrived in New York; he made his goons stay behind. This was personal, and he didn't want them screwing him over.

They arrived in New York in two hours, and he quickly located the apartments building Jill was going to see. Now all he had to do was wait. Her flight didn't get in for a few more minutes, he checked. He wasn't crazy. He just wanted to make sure his best friend didn't make the biggest mistake of her life. Well, second biggest. There was still that time four years ago when she hurt him deeply. Anger filled within him, and he pushed the memory away, not wanting to think about it. He knew she wasn't going to walk out of his life. Not again.

The Joker had washed off all his face paint, and nearly killed Mark twice while waiting for Jill.

They waited her arrival on the top of the building she would go into. "Tell me... Joker." Mark began. "Why are you here? Who are you waiting for?"

The Joker wasn't going to answer. He didn't want to have to explain everything to this nobody. He wouldn't understand. But Mark kept pestering him, and almost lost his head twice.

Finally, the Joker saw a taxi arrive and his friend climb out of the backseat. His eyes lit up, and Mark saw his reaction. "Hm... I see now. Someone's got a girlfriend." He said under his breath.

But the Joker had heard him. He faced Mark, and slugged him in his face, breaking his nose. "she... isn't my girlfriend." He chuckled. "Stay right here. Then meet me at the airport in an hour." And with that, he left the man on the ground, blood seeping through his nose.


Just the sight of the inside of the apartment gave me goose bumps. It is by far the best apartment I've seen in my entire life. It's so clean, with no cracks in the ceiling, no unnatural stains on the walls, and no rats.

This apartment is everything I could have ever wanted, including the balcony that overlooks most of the city.

"So... the rent is eight hundred and thirty- seven dollars a month." The landlady began. "Then you've got your basic bills, and that's about it."

"Thank you. I really like this apartment." I tell her.

"How long until you gotta be here?" She asks.

"Two weeks." I say, which excites me. Only two more weeks until I'll finally be able to start over.

I hear her laugh. "Wow. That's not a long time. You best be getting to sign the forms if you want a place to live instead of a cold bench in the park."

I laugh, and sign the papers. Now it's official. My month starts on the twenty-seventh, which is nine days from now. Everything is falling into place, and now all I have to do is pack up my apartment.

I grab my purse and the lady leads me outside. We shake hands and I call for a cab.

It pulls up to the curb and I jump in. "John F. Kennedy International Airport please."

"You got it... Jill." I knew that voice. I almost stopped breathing when I looked into the mirror, and saw the scars. I quickly snapped my seatbelt, not knowing what he was going to do.

"What are you doing here?" I gasped.

"You sounds nervous. You didn't just ex-pect me to sit around and wait for you to leave, did ya?" He growled.

"You can't keep me from leaving Gotham, Joker!" I exclaim.

He began swerving on the road, making my body collide with the side door. "Didn't you, hear me when I warned you not to leave Gotham?" He asked.

"I did." I admit. "But I didn't think..."

"You didn't think...I was se-ri-ous." I glanced in the mirror and saw he had no makeup on. I could vaguely see the face of my best friend, before he snapped at me again. "No... I thought you would get the message."

I tried to force myself back, but all I hit were the seats. "Please... Where are you taking me?"

"You asked to go to the airport, didn't you?" He looked back at me and smiled. "My ride is there too."

So, I just sat there, scared out of my mind. I didn't know what he was going to do. "Are we really going to the airport?" I had to ask it.

"Jill, Jill, Jill." He giggled. "You don't trust me? You should know by now that-ah... I'm a man of my word."

I didn't say anything more after that. I just sat in the taxi, crossing my arms over my chest.

The Joker began humming to himself, before he tried to break the silence. " So... Why do ya want this dumb ole job any-way, Jill?"

I just glared out the window, not wanting to say anything. But eventually said it anyway. "Because... it's my dream job."

"Uh huh." Was all I heard him say. I couldn't even look at him. He just wasn't the same old Jack I knew. "So... you'd rather leave the place you've lived most of your life, and move on to do bigger... and better things."

He looked back, and I met his eyes. "Yes." I nodded. "I still don't understand why you came." I let slip out. "You say you'll miss me. Miss what? The occasional article I write about you, or sending your goons to stalk and take pictures of me? If you wanted to see me you should have just..." I hesitated.

"Just, What?" He asked.

"Just called or something." I said just to get him off my back.

"You... wouldn't have answered." He retorted.

"Maybe. But I would rather have that than you break into my apartment twice, threaten me, and then kidnap me!"

I could see him grip the steering wheel tighter. "I told you... I'm taking you to the air-port."

"I'll believe that when I see it." I snickered. And with that last comment, he sped through the busy streets of New York, almost colliding with many cars. I jerk from side to side, hitting my head with every turn he made.

We soon reach the airport parking lot. I jumped out of the taxi and made a beeline for the exit, when his gloved hand grabbed hold of my wrist. The Joker spun me around to face him, and squeezed my arm tighter. It was like looking at Jack, but with deep, scary scars.

"Now, Jill. I've had a sudden... change of heart." He fumbled his words, almost not wanting to say them. I look at him with a confused, blank stare. "I'm going to let you go to New York."

This caught me off guard. Like I needed his permission! "What?" I quickly ask.

"I know that this... is what makes you happy..." He trailed off. Was that a hint of care I saw? "I mean, a throughout grade school you hardly ever took your nose outta your journals." I could see him chuckle. "So, I'm not going to stop you from what you love so."

I couldn't believe what had just come out of his mouth. Was he pulling my leg? Did he really want me to go? I guess he did by the way he was motioning me towards the airport door.

"What kind of angle are you playing here, Joker?" I had to ask.

His response almost startled me. "No angle. I promise... I won't keep ya from your new job." It was like the Joker had diminished, and Jack had come out. I was still confused, and started walking towards the door.

I jumped when he grabbed me and pulled me into his arms. Scared he was going to hurt me, I tried pushing him away. He only held me tighter. I then realized that he wasn't trying to hurt me. He was hugging me. With my conflicting emotions, I eventually give in and hug him back. Wait, what was I doing? This wasn't Jack. This was the Joker, a mass murdering clown.

I push myself away from him, and he laughs at the sight. How could I just let my guard down like that?

I didn't say another word to him, and quickly make my way to the sliding glass doors. I look back, but he's disappeared. I still can't believe I let myself hug him. It just really sounded like he wanted me to pursue my job. I want to believe him. I want to think he still cares.

I got inside, checked my ticket, and waited around thirty minutes before I got on the plane. For some odd reason, I couldn't stop thinking about the Joker. He let his Jack side come out, and I reacted to it. I still don't trust him one bit, but maybe he did want me to be happy. He promised me he wouldn't interfere with this new job, and I think I believe him. After all, he is a "Man of his word."

When I arrived home, I was unfazed that I had basically been kidnapped by the Clown Prince of Crime nearly three hours ago. I was actually excited now about moving. I was angry before, but now since I knew he wasn't going to try anything, I felt content in leaving in a peaceful manner.

The first thing I did was call the land lady for the new apartment in New York. I was so happy that I asked her if I could move the start of the first month up five days sooner, which gives me only four days to pack. She wasn't sure if I could be there that soon, but I assured her that I would be able to. I didn't have much stuff, so it wouldn't take long to pack everything.

We closed the deal, and I quickly hung up the phone. Earlier in the week I had gotten some boxes and totes, so I began to pack. Anything and everything went into a box, I left the basic things I would need until the day I actually leave, and stacked up the boxes in the corner. I basically spent three hours packing up the living room and the kitchen. It is eight o'clock and I'm as tired as a... tire. See? No good references when I'm crashing.

I lock the door and head into my room, where I don't even bother changing into my pajamas. I pull the covers over my body, and drift into a deep sleep.

The next days fly by like clockwork. I spend my last day at the paper, and completed my article. I used of my free time packing up everything.

Today was going to be a good day. I could feel it. I'm leaving Gotham now, and I can almost taste the New York air.

I have to leave by seven a.m., because it'll take about twelve hours to get to my new home.

I load my last boxes in the car, which is already completely full in the trunk and the backseat, and head back to the apartment to take one final sweep of the place.

The apartment is completely empty, with nothing left except for the couch which isn't mine. I grin and check around to make sure I've gotten everything.

I see nothing else, and head for the door. I flick the lights off, about to lock up when I remember something quickly. There was still one more box I needed. One I could never forget.

I sprint into the bedroom and unlatch the air vent, pulling the filter out. I reach in and pull out a small white, dust covered box that I've cherished forever, even though I haven't touched it in three years.

I plant my butt on the ground, and read the label on the top, "Jack". I open up the box, unsure of what I had really put in it. As soon as I take a peak at the inside, my whole body fills with something that I can't put my finger on.

The first item I take out is a photo booth strip of Jack and I when we were in seventh grade. It was our first trip to the mall together and we had never done one before.

The next item I take out is a picture frame, with a picture of us that he gave me when we were seniors in high school. It was our graduation day, and he had me jump on his back when the picture was snapped.

I end up taking everything out of the box, slowly remembering the times with the best friend I once had.

I finally finish taking everything out, tears swelling in my eyes. I see something shiny underneath one of the folds.

I pull it out, realizing what it was. It was a necklace Jack had given me the last day I saw him before he became the Joker.

It was half a heart, broken down the middle. It was silver, with an engraving on the back. "J", "nd", "r", and "er" are on each line. I had no idea what it meant though. I'm assuming the joker had had the other half at some point, but has probably gotten rid of it by now.

I check my phone and see that it's nearly seven o'clock, so I quickly thrust everything back into the Jack box. All except the necklace, which I keep in my hand.

I lock the door to my old apartment, and head down into the lobby. To keep from dropping the box, I put the necklace halfway in my mouth, clenching it with my teeth. I drop the keys off at the manager's office, and then I head outside to my car.

I press the un-lock button on my cars keys and open the door when I hear the laugh. I don't even have a chance to turn around before I'm grabbed from behind, and a cloth is forced over my mouth.

I try to scream, but the hand holds the cloth over my mouth tighter, forcing me to breath it in. The last thing I hear is the sound of glass breaking from inside my box before I lose consciousness and collapse.

SexyJokerLovers: Hm... I wonder who that was? So I hope you guys like it. Me personally I was like meh... . But yeah so working on chapter 3 as we speak. Spoiler alert! If you're a Harley Quin fan you'll love the next chapters. Please review!