Okay, I decided to update this one quickly because I liked this chapter very much.
This is where you finally meet the plot :)

I own Scarlett. DC owns sniffles all Batman characters.

Chap 3

Scarlett sat up in bed smiling, thinking of her new future. She could get revenge on every single person that treated her badly throughout her life. Every one of her mother's ex boyfriends who beat her until she passed out. Whom were the causes of many of her scars. Her boss who had threatened her that if she told anyone what he had done to her, he would find her and kill her. She had a shitty apartment in the outskirts of Gotham. She had no pets. Barely any friends. Her parents were dead. She wouldn't have much to give up.

Then a new thought came to her.

What about Bruce? He has enough money for an expert search team, and he would find her. He would ruin her plans. He would ruin whatever the Joker has planned. And the Joker would kill him.

"I can't let that happen." She thought.

Bruce's POV:

In his mind, she had been gone for a few days. She was supposed to call him after she got her prognosis from her appointment. He really cared for her. She had been there when Rachel died. She was his best friend. His girlfriend. But they had been keeping secrets from each other. She didn't know that he was Batman, or rather, no longer Batman. And he didn't know of her past. They only knew what they told each other. He believed it was his fault she was kidnapped. If Batman was still around, she would be here now. He missed her.

And though she did not know it, he was going to propose to her.

Either way, she knew she was going to die. She may as well let him think she is already dead. Let him feel the pain now. She couldn't bear telling him that she had AIDS. That, she was a hooker and a very bad drug addict. That she had been in and out of rehab countless times. Scarlett knew this was selfish. But she felt it was the right thing to do.

Just then the Joker walked in. She looked him in the eyes. His black smoldering eyes….without saying a word, he walked over to her place on the bed and sat next to her.

After an awkward moment of silence he inquired, "So have you come up with a reasonable escape yet?"

Scarlett opened her mouth to say something, and then closed it. Finally she replied, "I have chosen to stay here." as she half smiled at him.

The Joker didn't look confused. He looked like that was what he was expecting. But attempting to be a gentleman he inquired, "And why is that?"

"I didn't like my life before…" she said simply. Well, it wasn't a complete lie. She didn't. But she didn't dare tell him about the disease she had. Not yet….

Then he smiled and put his arm around her.

"You know, babe, when people join me, they get a second chance. A second chance to do the things they have wanted to do, but normal society has prevented them from doing. And they can do whatever they want, as long as they don't interfere with what I want."

She looked at him, again and folded her hands in her lap and said, "And what do you want?" He thought for a moment.

"Batman has been gone for months, and frankly, I'm gettin' a little bored." Joker proclaimed as he licked his lips. "He makes my life interesting, ya know? So my plan is to bring him back. And you're going to help me. You're an important lady in Bruce Wayne's life, and if I'm not mistaken, your boyfriend has connections to Batsy."

Scarlett was taken aback by this, "Really?"

The Joker looked at her, "I guess so." he replied innocently.

She fell for it. "I'll do it. But only if you swear you won't hurt Bruce." She looked back up at him with her big, beautiful eyes. And for a moment, he felt the slightest twinge of regret. But only for a moment.

He held up his hands, "I swear to ya, missus, I won't lay a paw on him." Scarlett smiled slightly, "Okay."

"Okay, well, I have got to leave for now. But you'll see me again later on tonight."

Scarlett nodded.

Joker's POV:

She looked willing enough. Like she would actually help him. No… she would help him. He already knew Wayne's secret. About what he does at night. What he dresses up like.

Hee hee!

But she doesn't. And that's good, because if she did, she wouldn't want to help me. And we're going to keep it like that.

He smiled to himself.

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