Chapter 3
"Now, let's make this easy. I am going to ask you some questions and you're going to answer them." The voice said with a hint of laughter behind it.
Natasha didn't take to the idea as the man had hopped. She quickly slammed her foot down hard on the top of his shoe. He let out a loud 'ow' and then she slammed her elbow into his abdomen causing him to wince in pain and stumble back, giving her enough room to jolt across the room and grab her gun.
"Who are you and why are you here?!" She yelled, demanding an answer as she pointed to the black figure that was bending over holding his stomach. His cries of agony quickly turned to fits of laughter.
"Who is this freak?" she asked herself as she starred at the man in front of her.
"You're just as fiery as they say you are." He said slowly lifting himself in to an upright position. Natasha watched him closely as he brought his head up. She gasped when she saw his face.
"The Joker?" She said in a low voice, almost a whisper. She looked at him in shock and horror as the lights from the television danced across his face, illuminating the white makeup and giving his eyes an evil look against it.
"That is correct Ms. Daniels, or should I say Ruby Red." He said as his smile got even wider along with Natasha's eyes.
"How does he know who I am? I've never told anyone neither let on to who I was. He must be here to kill me. He looks like the type of guy that can't take a little competition." She thought as she watched him walk over to the chair where she had her trench coat slung over.
"Don't act surprised Natasha. Is that okay, can I call you Natasha?" He asked her, she just starred at him.
"I'm not here to kill you. Nice jacket." He said as he picked up her coat and sat down in the chair.
"I'm here to retrieve something that you have and I want." He said as he twirled his switchblade in his right hand, the blade reflecting the light with every turn.
"And what might that be?" She asked with her gun still pointing at him. If there is one thing she learned in life it was never to underestimate people. She knew that the Joker was full of surprises, so she kept her guard up, glancing around the room ever so often but always returning her attention back to the man sitting in her chair.
"Information on….the bat." He said as he slid his tongue across his bottom lip at the last word.
"I'm not telling you anything." She said, reluctant to cooperate.
"I was expecting that, but it doesn't matter because you have no choice but to." He sighed as he got up from the chair and began advancing toward her.
"Stay back or I will shoot you right where you stand." Natasha growled as she put her finger on the trigger.
"You won't shoot me." He chuckled.
"How much you want to be?" She dared him.
"I don't have to because you won't be able to, starting in 3, 2, 1." He said as he turned his attention from her to his watch and counted the seconds down with his fingers.
Suddenly, Natasha felt odd. She became dizzy and her vision became blurred. It felt as if her whole body was shutting down.
"What…did you…do…to…me?" She asked slowly as she fell to her knees, her gun clattering on the floor next to her. She raised her head to look up at the Joker who was now laughing, but she couldn't hear him. She slowly lowered herself to the ground as she became unconscious.