Here is the second chapter you guys! Also, to address Nova's age...I've decided to keep her 18. I don't want her to be too old because then I feel like it could slip into her having a romance with Mr. J...and that is something I really want to avoid (which is hard because Joker is soooooo hot lol). So please Review and Enjoy the next chapter :).

WARNINGS: Contains EXTREME violence and female character abuse. (Let's be real it's a Joker fic...you knew there would be violence)

Nova Lee

Chapter Two

When I woke up…I was a bit surprised to find that I was not on the rotted mattress in my bedroom. I was in a dark room laying on a small twin bed…it wasn't anything special, but it was ten times cleaner than the mattress I was accustomed to. I winced, trying to get a good look around, but all I could see was darkness. Had I been thrown in jail? Kidnapped? What the fuck was going on?! I looked up and could see a small flashing red light above me and realized there was a camera trained on me and my spot in the bed.

"Hello!" I called weakly. "Is someone there?!"

The only thing that met me was silence and I did my best to stand up, crying out loudly in pain. My legs felt like they were on fire and when I looked down at the pale skin I could see several stitch marks. It was shit work…jagged…and black thread lightly stuck out in various areas. Whoever had done this was NOT a doctor…but I guess it was better than the more likely alternative of me fucking bleeding to death. I began examining other parts of my person…and I could already tell I looked like Hell. I still could not remember how I got here though…I remembered my dad…

I closed my eyes tight against the flood of memories that began to pour back. Him screaming at me, throwing me around the house like I was a fucking rag doll…and me crawling out of the third story apartment to die in a dirty alley. But then….nothing. After that all I remember was darkness…and…a song.

I rocked back and forth for a couple moments and started to hum the tune. If I continued to tear through the layers of my mind…I could almost remember the words. My hands itched at the new stitches up and down my arms. And I lightly tugged at the threads, hissing in pain as the skin pulled with them. Something told me that wasn't the best idea.

I waited on the bed for what had to be hours…wondering if someone would ever come in and let me out…but no one came. My eyes had adjusted better to the darkness…and as I looked around I realized that this room had no windows…it was just a small box with a door… one that I had assumed was locked due to the fact that there were CHAINS in a large X plastered across it's wooden frame. I didn't like it…I felt like I was suffocating on the stale air inside of here. I needed to get out…and clearly no one was watching the cameras…because no one came or even made a move to check on me.

So I decided that I was gonna suck it up and try and break out. I got to my feet, which were bare and almost numb from the cold…and limped to the door. I wriggled the door handle a couple of times and my eyes widened in shock. This door wasn't FUCKING LOCKED and when I gave it a gentle push it OPENED! I stared in shock but then quickly shook it off. I had REALLY spent HOURS sitting in here under the assumption the door was locked shut, only to find that I could have gotten out at any time. Whoever had taken me must have been a real criminal mastermind…because who would let their prisoner just walk right out of their cell? Whatever…I needed to get out of here before whoever was watching the camera noticed I was gone.

I didn't have anything here that belonged to me…all I had on me was the blood stained clothes I had worn last night and some new stitches that a hack doctor had given me. Taking a deep breath I limped out into the dimly lit hallway and my eyes widened. This DEFINITELY didn't look like a prison…it actually looked like someone's apartment. It was an industrial loft, very open, like one of the posh places you see you saw on TV that Bruce Wayne would visit. I limped out into the open living room and faced a large window that overlooked the dark Gotham Street below. There was a loud thump of bass coming from below. Was I above some kind of night club? I pressed my face lightly against the cool window and saw cars in a long line to enter the lower levels of the building.

So…I was above a night club…but which one? I mean…practically every gangster in Gotham had their own "secret" night club…Penguin owned the Iceberg Lounge…Mr. Joker was rumored to run at least two…but I couldn't remember the names. However…both of them bringing me here seemed highly unlikely…the Joker and Penguin didn't save dying people. They were usually the ones causing the whole dying part. So…who was my kidnapper and where the fuck was he? Admittedly I felt quite slighted that the guy that wasted his time saving me, couldn't even be bothered to check up on his handiwork!

I continued my exploration of the upstairs, but found nothing and nobody. This entire area was completely empty…but I knew that someone had been up here at one point or another. There was an open bottle of red wine sitting beside a dirty plate…so that meant someone had been entertaining at one point or another. Oh well…why the fuck did I even care? All I needed was to find the exit.

Wincing as the weight on my legs sent shockwaves of pain up into my lower back, I bore down and went over to what definitely looked like a freight elevator. I separated the two landing doors, holding onto a rope pulley so that it wouldn't slam too loud and made my way inside. Closing the iron fence I pressed the bottom that said 1, hoping that it would get me out of here. It shook violently for a second and began lowering me down. I closed my eyes as I leaned against the metal wall that stood between me and my freedom. When the elevator finally dipped a bit and stopped moving, I quickly thrust the doors open, no longer caring about the noise and jumped back in surprise when a pair of red lips and, acidic, green eyes met me at the bottom.

"Weeelll, well, well," he hummed almost musically. "Look who is finally awake and getting around. It's Nooova Lee."

"M-Mr. Joker…I…I don't understand…" I whimpered. "Where am I?"

He walked back inside the elevator without answering me and closed it, sealing us back in the darkness. I watched as his pale hand reached for the button to take us back up to the loft and without thinking I grabbed his arm and pulled to get him away from it.

"NO!" I screamed. "LET ME OUT!"

Of course Mr. Joker didn't take kindly to that and without further prompting he put his hand in my face and shoved me to the floor. I collapsed at his feet and cried out as I felt one of the stitches in my calf split open. I gasped as blood started to pour from the cut and Mr. Joker cursed.

"Fucking idiot brat," He grumbled ripping the sleeve off of his dress shirt and using it to wrap my leg. "You owe me six hundred for this shirt…it wasn't cheap."

"Why did you lock me up?" I sniffled, removing my hands so he could work.

"If I'm not mistaken that door was not locked," He smiled. "You literally coulda walked outta here at any moment, princess."

"…well how was I supposed to know that?! It had chains all over it!"

"Did you even try to open the door at all?" Mr. Joker asked. "Or did you just sit there and stare at it, too afraid to go see what was beyond your little hidey-hole?"

I didn't answer.

"Hmm…" he said with a soft chuckle. "I don't blame you though…you are young, afraid, naive…you have only had a small taste of the true bullshit that goes on beyond the walls of your home."

He tightened the tourniquet around my leg causing me to gasp.

"W-Why are you doing this?"

"Straight to the point then…I like it." He grinned. "Would you like to have some fun? I could teach you how to REALLY live life."

"And do what? Be one of your expendable clowns that just…fucking grovel and die at your word?"

Mr. Joker smiled at me, his grills glinting in the darkness around us.

"I don't want you to die for me…" he said softly. "That's too easy…If I wanted you to die for me…I'd have just left you in that alley BEGGING for me to end the pain for you. No, no, no, princess, I want you to LIVE for me."

"I don't even want to live for myself…" I hissed. "WHY would I want to live for you?"

He dropped a picture in my lap and I looked down at it and saw that it was a family photo of me and my granny…her necklace dangling from my neck. But when I reached to grip the familiar linked chain…it wasn't there. And then I remembered WHY my father had nearly killed me. My eyes shot up and I looked at Mr. J.

"You can help me get it back?" I whispered.

"Honey," he chuckled. "I can do you one better…we will get it back…and YOU can use it to strangle the man that did this to you to death. So what do you say? Want to be adopted into the Clown Prince of Crime family of misfits?"

I gripped the picture and sat with Mr. Joker in the elevator for a couple of minutes. I had heard stories about him and his Queen Harley…that they were both crazy, ruthless, and madly in love. That if anyone was CRAZY enough to team up with them, was in the danger zone of being double crossed or killed. But then as I rethought everything that had happened I made a couple of realizations. First…where would I go if I didn't accept his offer? Back home for another beating? Or to let my dad finish the job and finally kill me? Yeah, no thanks. And second…his offer of revenge just sounded so appealing…to make the man that hurt me for years hurt as bad as I do. I would be CRAZIER to NOT take him up on his offer if I really thought about it.

He smiled at me.

"Welll? What's it gonna be, baby girl?" he breathed.

"…what's in it for you?" I asked. "So far I see me getting what I want…but…what do you get?"

"Oh, where's the fun in telling you outright…" Mr. Joker cackled. "No no no no, it doesn't work like that. You have to take a leap of faith here darlin'. Open the chained door, step through, and DON'T look back."

"Just like that?" I asked.

"More or less…" he stood and held out his hand to me.

There was no going back after this anyway…and with a shaky breath, I looked up at him and accepted his hand. He pulled me up rather hard and smiling rammed something sharp into my forearm.

"Ouch!" I cried out.

"Night night, Nova Lee…we'll talk soon."

"Missssttteeeerrr Jaaaaaaayyyyy…" I grumbled, slumping into his arms.

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